bloodline|drarry

17|blushed

"play it on repeat, until i fall asleep"

Before Harry could even realise, he was being pulled up a set of twisty staircases, he never knew how big Malfoy Manor actually was. They kept running through corridors, up more stairs, and then they finally stopped. In front of a door, Harry could still hear the music from even this far away.

Draco pushed the door open, revealing a rooftop garden, red rose bushes were blooming from colourful pots, there was an extraordinary view of the extensive grounds lying beneath them. "Woah" Harry breathed, Draco pulled at their still connected hands, showing Harry out onto the deck.

Draco sat down on a ledge, letting his legs dangle off into the night air. Harry sat down next to him, leaning over the railing. He looked at Draco, he was looking out over the grounds, his face focused and his jawline sharp. He smiled at the boy, feeling a flush of calm wash over him. "I like coming up here" Draco started, "it makes you forget." Harry suddenly had the best idea he'd ever had.

"Stand up." Draco's head turned to him, confusion etching on his face. "wha-"

"Stand. Up." He said, more firmly this time.

The music could still be heard playing faintly from downstairs.

"Don't say a word, just dance with me."

Draco took Harry's hand, standing up and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. He put his own arms around Draco's neck, them both swaying in time with the music. They were pressed together this time, Harry's head rested on Draco's neck, breathing in the now familiar smell of Draco Malfoy.

Draco's hands were stroking up and down Harry's back, his face buried in Harry's hair, both of them gently moving back and forth. "I'm glad I got to dance with you." Harry whispered into Draco's chest, he could feel the other boy smiling against his hair. "I mean, you taught me how to dance and I almost didn't get to dance with you."

Harry pulled away from Draco slightly, just enough so he could see his face. The moonlight was kissing his blonde hair, his cosmic eyes shimmering in the lowlight, his face pale except for a soft pink tinting his cheeks; gods Draco was simply exquisite.

"I'm so glad I met you, this version of you." Draco rambled, "you've always been so special, you are genuinely the most amazing person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." Harry blushed at the compliments, no one had ever said those words before, not truthfully anyway, anyone who'd ever told him that was just trying to get something from him. But here was his lifelong enemy, someone who he spent so many years hating more than anything that ever walked the earth, telling him those things. Harry's heart was beating so loudly he was sure Draco could hear it.

"I think i'm falling in love with you Draco Malfoy."

Harry didn't dare breathe, nor move. Draco placed two fingers under his chin, pulling his face up to meet his. He pressed his lips gently against Harry's, he let out a content sigh. This kiss was different from the last, this wasn't angry, this wasn't unresolved sexual tension needing to be released with some sloppy snog. This was a genuine, intimate, sweet moment that Harry had been dying for. He just didn't expect it from Draco Malfoy, but now that he got it, there was no way in hell he was stopping.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too, Harry Potter."

Harry grabbed both sides of Draco's face, connecting their lips again, Draco placed a hand on the nape of his neck; the other one pulling him in even closer, if that was possible. They kept kissing, innocently this time, surrounded by the fragrant flowers of the Malfoy's roof garden.

"Do you wanna see my library?" Draco raised an eyebrow suggestively, Harry nodded.

And he was being whisked away again.

-

He wasn't exactly sure why he thought of the library, he knew it was the only place where nobody would be; or think of going, a wicked smile appearing on his lips at the thought of the amount of privacy they were going to have. He pulled open the old door, yanking Harry inside quickly.

As soon as the door was closed Draco had Harry shoved up against a wall, kissing him fervently, his hands travelling up to Harry's hair, tugging, enjoying the illicit moan that came out of his mouth. He kissed down the other boys tanned neck, leaving already purpling marks as he went. Harry pulled his head back up, kissing him again, fingers grasping for Draco's buttons, unbuttoning them quickly; not stopping this time.

Harry pushed Draco's shirt off his shoulders, kissing down his own neck this time, his breathy kisses made Draco's stomach pull. Harry let out a whimper against his chest, the sound going straight to his crotch, his skin heating up. Draco reached for Harry's coat, carefully pulling it off, trying not to damage the stunning pocket watch.

He unbuttoned Harry's shirt slowly, reveling in the way he was squirming under in his touch, he smirked slightly. Draco picked the other boy up, Harry instinctively wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, his fingers once again tangling in his hair.

Draco stumbled back onto the sofa he knew was there, he let Harry down next to him, who leaned back on the arm rest, breathing heavily. Draco couldn't stand a second away from him, pulling the other boy onto his lap, Harry straddled his waist; kissing him blindly. He reached for Draco's belt, his breath hitched, his body on fire. Harry looked up at him with pleading eyes and Draco could not wait.

"Are we going to do this?" Harry's voice was hushed, Draco knew exactly what he meant. He placed a hand on Harry's face.

"We don't have to, but god Harry" Draco looked up at him, "you have me, until every last star in the galaxy dies."

"You have me Harry." The other boy leaned forward, their foreheads touching, the only sound heard was their breathing. "Gods, you're so perfect Draco, I could look at you for days" He exhaled shakely, moving to kiss him again.

He knew he was about to get into a stew of trouble, the boy who lived came with a huge price, one that Draco was willing to pay. Harry was pure trouble.

But trouble has never looked so god damn fine.

He pulled his wand out of his pocket, moving Harry so he was underneath him. He buried his face in the other boy's bruised neck. Pointing his wand at the door.

" Muffliato."