Chapter 4

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Chapter Four - Sayonara

I don't have something to smile about.

Harry cursed as he attacked the death eaters. Instead of seeing Draco’s smirk and mocking smile as he sliced through each enemy, the Gryffindor found himself replaying all of Dakota’s words that she’d said to him since they first met.

Thank you very much. I've never been this happy before.

Dakotas’s words kept echoing in his mind as he attacked each enemy.

I'm sorry Harry…

Harry gasped as one enemy managed to attack him back. He turned and sliced the death eater with Gryffindor’s sword.

You love my face.

“Damn you, Malfoy!” Harry cried out and controlled the sword wildly, sending all the death eaters in his way to the bottom of a heap.

I'm not an innocent angel like you think I am, Harry.

The Gryffindor moved as efficient as ever, destroying more and more enemies.

It's okay if you don't want to meet me again. I understand that...

Finally the last death eater had been destroyed. Harry panted inside and out. No matter what he did, the image of a smiling Dakota kept reappearing in his mind. Her soft voice, her happy expression, and the sensation when he kissed those soft lips, Harry reminded himself that it was Draco the whole time, but still he found he missed his Dakota. It had only been two days since his departure.

You don't hate me?

Harry stared out onto the ocean the appeared far in the distance. He was confused, and angry. All of Dakotas’s words were true.

After completing his mission on the sixth day, Harry finally flew his fire bolt back to the hidden cave in the forest near The Burrow. He still wasn't sure about what to do with a certain Slytherin. He had spent six days inside the cave, rarely eating or sleeping. All he could think was Dakota this, and Dakota that. Her words kept ringing; repeating themselves like a litany inside his mind.

It was past midnight when he arrived at The Burrow. Harry trotted up to his room, Draco’s room. Harry drew his breath, unsure of what to do. He couldn't predict what the Slytherins reaction would be once he saw him. Slowly, he opened the door and walked in.

Harry held his breath as he acknowledged Draco lying on the bed, sleeping. Still confused about his own feelings, Harry approached the sleeping boy. He stood next to the bed and stared at the sleeping figure wrapped and covered from the neck down by a blanket. Dracos face was pale under the moonlight that fell from the window. He was breathing regularly through his pointed nose. Harry ran his eyes over the small boys face. How much he missed this face, those soft lips, and the delicate cheeks he used to caress tenderly. He missed his Dakota.

The buff Gryffindor unconsciously raised his hand and touched the sleeping boy's cheek. He watched the face. It was Dakota’s. Before him was Dakota’s nose, Dakota’s lips, Dakota’s chin, and Dakotas’s eyes. This was his Dakota. The gray-blue eyes opened slowly as he caressed the cheek and blinked in confusion at him. How he missed those beautiful eyes. His fingers trailed from the soft cheek to the lips. They were opened slightly as the owner seemed confused and surprised at Harry’s actions.

Harry felt drawn into those colourful eyes as he leaned down and captured the delicate lips, replacing his fingers. Oh, Dakota, his Dakota. How he missed tasting her. Those lips opened as Harry ran his tongue on them, granting him access. Dakota always let him inside, let him claim and tease the shy tongue inside and this time was no exception either. Harry sighed in satisfaction as he explored the moist cavern. He sucked and licked every inch of it, savouring the sensation he had missed for more than six days.

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