Drarry- Chocolate and Chamomile

9

Asteria had noticed Harry's fixated look on Draco's room and because he really couldn't be bothered to come up with a reason for his fixation, he excused himself and went back to his room. I can face Voldemort, I might as well face Draco Malfoy, he thought and pushed the queasy feeling aside and with all the feigned determination he could muster, he opened the door to the balcony and approached Draco's door.
He could see the blonde lying on his bed reading and judging from the color of the pages Harry assumed that it was one of Draco's old potion books. Gathering his courage he knocked at the door twice. Draco jerked upright in surprise and seemed to be confused for only a modicum of a second about where the sound had come from. He met Harry's eyes. The look he was wearing seemed almost pained. Instead of walking towards the door, he went back to reading. Harry let out a sigh. What the hell is happening? Determined, he knocked again. Draco would not get rid of him that easily. And it worked. Annoyed, Draco walked towards the door and opened it. "What do you want, Potter?", he asked brusquely. "For you to tell me what the fuck you think you're doing. Why are you ignoring me all of a sudden?". Harry spoke in such a confident manner that he surprised himself. "Honestly, piss off".
"This was all some kind of joke to you, then?"
"It obviously was for you", Draco replied and that same paint expression was on his face again. Harry noticed that Draco's hands were shaking.
"What do you mean? I... I didn't do anything! It was you who initiated-"
"What? The kiss? Yeah. But only to see if you would actually move along with it". The blonde's voice was infuriated now and Harry felt his heart ache, literally. So it had all been a game from Draco's part, after all. He couldn't believe he'd been stupid enough to fall for it.
"Next time you want to play with someone's feelings, maybe warn them first"
"Someone's feelings? You were the one who led me on even though..."
"Even though what, Malfoy?"   
"Even though you have a fucking boyfriend"
Harry truly was rendered speechless now. Draco seemed to be on the verge of crying and the look in his eyes was so genuine that Harry wanted to scream. He didn't understand what Draco was saying and frustration was boiling inside his body.
"Who the fuck are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend", he replied, voice shaking.
Draco looked confused now, so confused that Harry realized that Draco must have truly believed it. Who the hell was he talking about, though? Ron?!
"Francis, of course! The way you two cuddle on the couch, how he always fucking talks about you and how bloody brilliant you are, how he teases you and-"
He stopped abruptly because Harry was now grabbing his shoulders and his eyes were so serious Draco stopped.

"Draco Malfoy. You are highly intelligent, yet you're lacking common sense and please, never become an Auror. You would make a terrible one", he made a quick break and breathed in slowly, "Francis is straight, Draco. He only talks about me because he's trying to set us up. He would be laughing so hard right now, knowing he achieved the complete opposite. I don't have feelings for him. The only one I have feelings-"
Harry never finished his sentence because Draco's lips were pressing against his and his lips now had other things to do than talking. The kiss was careful at first and Draco's lips were just as soft as he'd imagined them to be, hell, even softer and when he started tugging at Harry's messy hair, Harry didn't see why they should be careful any longer and turned their kiss into a more determined one. It was messy and Harry was pretty sure he could feel a tear mixing up with their saliva. Their lips moved in unison, making Harry forget everything he ever thought he knew about kissing before. He could feel Draco's hand fumbling with the string of Harry's hoodie and in response he brought a hand to Draco's hair and almost melted when he felt the softness of it. He knew that Draco took great pride in his hair and feared that he might not like it when Harry made it messy, but the moan the blonde let out assured him that that was not the case at all.