Drarry One-Shots 2

after sunrise

prompt 252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."

Draco looked at Harry like he was crazy.

He wasn't. Truly. He was a bit drunk. (And a tiny bit in love with a guy he agreed to have a no-strings-attached relationship with six months ago.)

It was so late. Or so early. Sun would rise very soon. (Which made this such a perfectly awful time for this).

"Come on, Draco! Just... Take my hand, I wanna show you something." He already said that and him repeating it probably only made him look much drunker than he actually was. Draco's presence was, as always, incredibly sobering. Or in better words, when in presence of one Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter ceased to be drunk on things ordinary mortals get drunk on such as alcohol. No, Harry then became drunk solely on soulful grey eyes, cheeks carved like marble, rosy lips which practically teased you for a kiss. He was so gone.

Draco was still staring at him but now there was some concern in his expression. He probably thought Harry was going to pass out or something, but it was impossible. Passing out would be such a waste of Draco time and Harry didn't have nearly enough of that.

Finally, after some time in which Harry proved he was lucid enough, Draco rolled his eyes and dropped his hand into Harry's. (A distracting motion because now Harry had the opportunity to stare at those incredibly long and deft fingers he loved so dearly. Skilful fingers. Teasing fingers. Fingers which could – )

"Are we going?" Draco asked and Harry was happy to find amusement instead of irritation in his smirk.

"Yeah. Follow me." Harry led him back inside from the balcony they've been on and through a crowd of people. He walked through the living room, closed bedrooms, the kitchen, the hallway and finally entered a rarely used office with a magnificent window on the east wall. "It's through here."

"You're leading us to the roof? Really Potter, are you fifteen?"

"There's no roof like this, trust me."

They climbed the fire escape and then found themselves on the roof bathed in lilac early morning light.

"I expected a garden," Draco said but Harry shook his head.

"Any roof can have a garden but only this roof has this view." He took Draco by the shoulders and turned him until they were facing the slowly creeping wisps of dawn. Spilling gold over the horizon without a single tree, building or house in the way to obscure the view.

"Come, sit down next to me." Harry cast a couple of cushioning charms and some warming charms as well and they settled to watch the city bathing in blessed light. It looked like magic and not even the warm press of Draco's body against his could steal Harry's full attention from the sun.

Once the sun was fully up and they were fully entangled with each other Draco lay down and pulled Harry with him. "Thank you for showing me. It was wonderful."

"No problem. I'm glad I got to see it with you."

"What's so special about little old me?" Draco snorted.

"You're neither little nor old," Harry protested and poked his chest, his treacherous fingers splaying open against Draco's chest of their own accord. He could almost feel Draco's heartbeat through his shirt.

"You would know."

"I would, yes," Harry said cheekily with a smile. With his head angled this way, it would be so easy to just press up and kiss Draco but they're not the sort to casually kiss. Draco watched him with an unreadable expression, his eyes mapping Harry's face in this light.

"What is it?", Harry asked, just above a whisper.

"Nothing. I just..." Draco looked unsure whether he should say the thought that passed his head and Harry liked to think it was his hand's tightening around a fistful of his shirt that makes him speak.

"I'm wondering whether I should kiss you or not."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "You can kiss me whenever you want."

"But... we don't kiss like that." The hesitance in Draco's voice was unavoidable but Harry could barely pay attention to anything but his beating heart and Draco's slightly parted lips.

"We could. Kiss like that, I meant."

"The question is, should we?" Draco shook his head and laid on his back so their eyes couldn't so easily meet.

"I'm in love with you," Harry blurted out without even a thought to preceded it. His eyes widened and he pulled himself up to stand in less than a blink. "I'm so sorry! I don't know where that came from. I'm so drunk. I – "

Draco was... kissing him. He was holding his head with his hands and kissing him. Deeply. Like it was the last thing he wanted to do before he died. Harry moaned and it only took Draco's small gasp of surprise for Harry to kiss back and slip his tongue into Draco's mouth.

"I'm in love with you too," Draco mumbled into his temple when they pulled away for air.

"You are?" There was way too much astonishment in Harry's voice, especially after a make-out session like this one. Draco laughed loudly and then nodded before kissing him again.

"Mm, that's good. That you're – hm – in love with... with me, mhm."

Somehow, they ended up back on the floor and while before Harry would have pushed to straddle Draco and push this into something more heated, this time, he didn't feel the need to. He was perfectly content to just keep on kissing, and kissing, and kissing, and –

This was after. He told Draco he was in love with him and they were okay. No screaming. No tragedy. No broken hearts.

Just kissing. And remnants of a sunrise to offer their congratulations.