The Golden Apple [Drarry]

Chapter 4

"Hello, Potter," Draco smiled a little as he sat down the next day at breakfast. Harry noticed there was a noticeable gap between them and he tried not to be disappointed by it and also the lack of pet name. He wasn't sure why he was feeling like this in the first place. He was pretty sure he and Draco weren't talking much ever since he apologised for his behaviour to him and his friends in Fifth Year minus the occasional smiles and greetings. He had no absolute reason to feel like a teenage girl with a crush on Draco. He ducked his head as soon as he smiled back.

"We need to talk, Draco," he said, toying with his food. "Whenever you have the time to."

Draco took a bite into his apple, nodding with a defeated sigh. "Alright. 11 pm at the Room of Requirement. Is that agreeable with you?"

Harry nodded, eyes sad and they ate in silence.

Ron and Hermione shared a knowing look but neither commented on the tense silence as they talked to each other as if Harry and Draco weren't there being painfully obvious about the argument they had the night before.

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"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" Draco asked, who was already sitting there when Harry came into the room. The black-haired male faltered his steps before he made his way to the couch and sat down. No idling when it comes to business, huh? he thought.

Harry looked at the carpeted floor and smiled weakly. "Are we... really engaged?" he asked, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He had been dying to know the truth, whether they were really engaged or it was rather all fun and games for the blond male.

"Not really, no." Draco sighed, running a hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. "Look, Potter. I have to tell you something, alright? It was all jokes because my friends and I were having a bet." Harry felt a weight of disappointment and sadness crashed on him. Fuck, he whined internally. Control yourself. "I-It was a bet?" he whispered in disbelief before the familiar sense of anger came rushing in. "It was a bet?! Was making me fall in love with you a bet too?! What's next, Draco?! Bedding me?!" he shouted at the other with his tears threatening to spill, who stared back at him with surprise. "You're such a prick! I can't believe you'd stoop so low!"

Suddenly, Draco stood up and hurriedly gathered him into his arms. Harry pushed the taller away but the latter kept a tight grip around him. Nimble fingers pushed his chin gently upwards until he faced the blond male. "I understand I have hurt you, Harry. I understand your anger and you have every right to be angry with me after what I had done to you. But let me explain until the end," Draco whispered, mint and chocolate breath blew on Harry's face. The thumb caressed his cheek and he felt his facade started to crumble. "I had forfeited from the bet. I couldn't forgo it. Somewhere along the way, I had fallen in love with you, sweetheart. Hence, why I'm telling you about the bet. I don't want us to be together because of it. I genuinely have feelings for you, Love."

"You're lying," he whispered, molten mercury eyes staring into his own. Harry felt breathless so suddenly as if he had just run a marathon, not knowing why. Draco backed him against the wall, trapping him in between the cold cement and the heat of his body. "I'm not lying, my Love. I swore upon my magic that I love you with all my being. I want to propose to you for real this time."

Harry couldn't help but moan when the grey-eyed male started nibbling his ear. "D-Draco," he whimpered. "Harry, my dear," the taller cooed, nosing his neck, mouthing it lightly, leaving wet kisses trails.

Harry was aroused in just a matter of seconds. He whined softly when Draco bit his neck mildly. "Tell me what you want me to do, my Love, to make it up to you for the tears I had caused you to spill? If you're that upset for not being engaged with me, do you want me to kneel to you in front of everyone like this, to propose to you this way? I remember that you wanted a different way of being proposed." Draco smirked lewdly as he knelt on both knees in front of him, making Harry gasped. His trousers were starting to strain him.

"Want me to show everyone how good I can make you feel? How good I can take care of you? I'll provide you with a roof over your head. I'll provide you with clothes that you'll wear just for me and my eyes to see. You'll just stay at home, waiting for me to come back from work like an obedient little wife," he purred, pulling the trousers down along with his undergarment. Harry shuddered as the cold air hits his pulsing length and at the slight degradation. He shifted his weight a little.

"D-Draco," he whimpered.

"Hush, my Love. Just enjoy this."

Harry moaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy when Draco sucked on his cock with expertise. His hands grasped onto the soft blond locks, arching his back against the wall with a loud cry. The tip of Draco's tongue played with his slit, tasting the precum with a pleased hum. The vibration caused Harry to pulled Draco off his cock and yanked him up to kiss him hard.

"Fuck me. Please. I need it."

"And you will, my Love. Patience."

That night, Harry basked in the afterglow with a lazy smile on his face, preening lovingly at the attention Draco gave him while he was in his arms.