My Deepest Erised (Draco x Kaiye x Harry love triangle)

Part 29 - The Bush

As I was running to my tent I felt a hand grabbing my wrist and in less than a second, I was pulled in a different direction.

"What the hell?" I frowned, not being able to think straight. Harry turned around to look at me, still running.

"Just follow me," he said, eyeing the situation behind us. Even though I didn't have a proper reason to do so; even though the most reasonable thing would've been to go back to my tent; I decided to follow Harry freaking Potter away from the camping grounds.

We finally came to a stop as he pulled me behind a big bush, and we both fell onto the ground, breathing heavily. I looked down at myself trying to catch my breath, realizing that my whole outfit was now decorated with dirt.

"Was this really necessary?" I laughed, trying to keep somewhat quiet.

Harry looked back at the campgrounds, as we weren't too far away and they were probably still pretty visible, even though I couldn't see them.

"We're fine, Snape is busy with Goyle as far as I can tell," he said, turning back to face me.

His hair was all messed up from running, his eyes different than usual, reminding me that he was drunk.

"So," I said, brushing some of the dirt off my knees, "Why are we here instead of being in our tents?"

He looked as if he didn't really have an answer to my question. "I- It was just an automatic reaction..."

I raised my brows, not knowing whether to believe him or not. But I had to keep reminding myself that he was drunk, which was even more obvious by the way he spoke.

"I don't think I was ready for the night to be over," he smiled shyly.

"I'm sorry you ended up playing truth or dare with our house," I looked down at my jeans, the dirt still engraved in them, "I didn't think it would end up like that..."

"To be honest it ended up being my favorite game of truth or dare I've ever played."

I looked at him. He stared right back at me, his eyes set on not leaving mine.

"So I guess you just loved seeing me sit on Draco's lap," I said, trying to be funny, but Harry's whole demeanor changed.

"You know that's not what I meant," he said more sternly, moving closer to me.

"Oh is it not?" I continued, "Did you prefer the question about me fucking the entire house of Slytherin?"

I've never seen Harry so angry in the entire time I've known him. Before I even got the chance to finish my question he slammed his lips against mine, catching me off guard. His lips tasted like the dark liquor I tasted that night, but his familiar, warm smell was still there; making me fall back into the comfortable feeling I felt whenever I was so close to him.

"I couldn't stand letting you go after that," he whispered, then continued to kiss me. I didn't fight back, I didn't think about what was right or wrong at that moment, but before I was able to let the whole situation sink in I heard a noise.

"Harry," I whispered, gently pushing him off me. He didn't budge.

"Harry," I repeated more aggressively, and he finally got the hint, sitting up.

"Well, well, well..." a familiar voice stated, as a black figure appeared in front of us, "Who do we have here?"

"Professor Snape," Harry muttered, "We were just..."