This Is Love?- Drarry

15

HARRY'S POV

(THIS CHAPTER WILL INVOLVE LIGHT NUDITY, NOT SMUT. THEY ARE BOTH EIGHTEEN AND ARE NOT UNDERAGE. THANK YOU.)

I close the door and sigh. Draco might be in love with me.

I feel on top of the world.

I remember always thinking. Yeah, Dracos attractive, but he's a dick.

But now, I understand. He isn't a dick. He isn't mean. He isn't spoiled. He isn't anything negative. He's misunderstood.

Everyone has been there, but Draco's stuck. He can't escape other people. None of this is his fault, it's the complete opposite.

When Draco explained what he felt when I was tieing his tie this morning made my heart thump. I never felt so euphoric.

I decide to distract myself, if I keep thinking about this I'll go crazy.

I grab the book closest to me and start reading.

Except, the book made me think abut him too. The author kept mentioning love, the color green, blonde hair, intelligence, beauty. I couldn't escape the thought of Draco.

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Hours later I could hear faint footsteps coming up the stairs, I sat up in my bed and waited. I know it was Draco.

"Hi." He whispered when he opened the door. He was obviously tired.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, just tired." He started to undress himself, and me being the gentleman I am, turned away.

But, my heart stopped when I heard Draco clear his throat.

"You don't need to turn away when I'm getting undressed." Draco shyly says.

I've never heard Draco like this.

I slowky turn my head over and my eyes met Draco's. I can't help but look at Draco's body.

His slim, pale frame was glowing. Unlike me, Draco is practically hairless. Small freckles paint his shoulders and come up his neck. If the lamp behind his was off I wouldn't be able to see them.

My eyes immediatly shoot up to Draco's eyes when I saw him start to unbuckle his jeans. His eyes were already staring at mine.

Draco slowly pulled off his tight jeans, my eyes travelled downwards.

He has slim, pale legs. His black boxers clash perfectly with his skin. He fidgets with the hem of his boxers.

My eyes go back to his, there was a slight smile on his pink lips.

He turned around to search for his pajaymas which consisted of an over sized shirt and that's it.

His pale legs were still on display.

I gulp and try to relax my body, you could cut the tension with a knife.

"Well... Aren't you gonna change into your pajaymas, it's getting pretty late." That cheeky bastard.

I nod my head and stand up.