𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Chapter 18

When Harry woke that morning he didn't immediately recognize where he was. All he could think of was: well, this is certainly not my apartment. It took him a while to remember what happened the night before and when he did Harry shot up from the couch he had been sleeping on, making a lot of ruckus.

"Shit!" he cursed as his knee hit the little table before the couch. Suddenly a head peeked from the kitchen and Harry stopped jumping like an idiot on one foot and looked at Draco. They stared at each other long but strangely enough the silence was comfortable.

"Good morning…" Draco said finally and Harry had to swallow once before being able to speak. Harry opened his mouth but Draco beat him to it: "I'm trying to make breakfast but…"

"You should have waited for me!" Harry exclaimed when the hideous smell finally hit his nostrils. Harry literally ran in the kitchen and stared at something black burning in a small frying pan.

"I was hungry, idiot!" Draco exclaimed. "And that was an egg by the way…" he continued when he noticed Harry's curious face as he studied the black thing. Harry snorted and threw the burnt egg in the trash.

"Forget the muggle ways…" Harry said and took his wand out from pocket (it was a wonder it didn't broke as he had slept on it). Harry started to cook the wizarding way, all the while under the scrutinizing stare of Draco. "What?" Harry snapped, putting the eggs and beacon in two plates.

Suddenly Draco threw himself on Harry and kissed him breathlessly. Harry could feel Draco's fingers in his hair, Draco's tongue playing with his and everything was so good it felt unreal. Harry took Draco in his arms and raised him up to sit on the kitchen counter. When the need was too much to hold in any longer they parted and stared at each other.

"Tell me you don't feel guilty…" Draco suddenly said and Harry looked at him as he had gone crazy. "You should feel guilty for kissing someone like me… you are a goody-two-shoes after all…"

"Are you insane?" Harry asked slowly as if talking to a five years old boy. Draco punched him playfully on the shoulder. "I do feel guilty, though… because I should have kissed you so long ago…."

"That's… that's good to know…" Draco said and leaned down for another, breathtaking kiss.

It was Saturday and he had to work. Not that Harry cared, really. All he could think was: when had been the last time Harry had sung in public? He couldn't remember… Wait. He didn't remember because he had never sung in public… that's strange…was he going crazy? Ah! Who cares! He felt too good to care. Who cares if Miss Bennett, his secretary, was watching him with that strange glint in her eyes… it seemed as if she was ready to call San Mungo.

"No, I'm not going to call any mental institution, Mr. Potter…" she said, "Now could you please stop singing that muggle song and sign these papers? Thank you very much."

Harry did, just to be able to sing 'Mamma mia' soon after Miss Bennett left his office. He felt on cloud nine. It felt better than… than... Quiddich! No, that was kinda wrong. Better than…? Wait a moment… why did he felt as if he had forgotten something really important? He made to sign another paper but the pen he was holding fell down and every thought was cut up abruptly. Not that he was thinking something serious…

"HARRY!"

The unexpected sound of his name from his best friend Ron startled him and made him bump his head on the desk, hard. Harry cursed and his hands shot out to hold his throbbing skull.

"Sorry, mate…" Ron said as Harry stood up, pen in hand. Harry rolled his eyes but he was too happy to care.

"It's nothing…" Harry said and sat down on his chair. Harry looked up at the clock, counting down the minutes he was going to leave his office. In his dizziness it was a miracle for Harry to notice that strange biting on the lip Ron was doing but, even if he didn't care, he asked: "Okay, spit it out, what is it?"