Secret - Drarry Fanfiction

Chapter 8

+. Good night

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"Hi," Harry's shy voice made Draco chuckle. Like, why would suddenly he sounded 'shy' when he defeated the Dark Lord twice.

"Hello there, my sweet." Draco leaned in kissing Harry at the top of his head and embrace him. "I missed you," He added turning Harry's cheek into a bright shade of pink.

He loves seeing Harry blushed in front of him. Lovely.

"I missed you too," Harry whispered and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth Draco giving him. 

They lingered there for a few moments, enjoying the tranquil lake, the night sky, the stars above them, and each other's company.

"Actually, I didn't plan to stand up all night," Harry expressed then squeeze Draco's immaculate school robe.

Draco smirked, "Yeah, right." and starts to look around, finding something he can transfigure.

"Why?" Harry questioned his brows furrowed indicating he's confused, then looked around. He has no idea what Draco is finding or if he senses something or maybe, someone.

Suddenly, Harry feels anxious, he can feel his hands getting cold. "What are we finding... Exactly?" He enquired.

Draco shoots him a glance, "I'm looking for something I can transfigure as our chair." then starts to walk around, examining the area.

Draco can't see anything except for trees and leaves that are scattered around the place, and he doesn't like the idea of a chair made from them.

Harry giggled, relieved from his boyfriend's answer. He thought there was something wrong to deal with.

"We can, you know... Sit on the ground covered by leaves." Harry suggested and beamed, Draco look at him then rolled his eyes.

"We can't just-"

"Come on!" Harry grabbed Draco's left hand, causing both of them to fall to the ground.

Harry feels his arse cheeks slapping against the hard surface and immediately regrets his hasty action. It fucking hurts! He feels like his butt was punched million times or being stabbed by the world's sharpest knife. He definitely wouldn't do that again.

He looks at his partner, who has the same reaction as him. Wrong move, Harry thought.

"If you do that again, I'm going to smack your ass harder than falling from this hard surface," Draco warned then rolled his eyes once more before grabbing his buttocks, giving it light rubs. "Are we clear?" he demanded.

Harry stands up and bows his head dramatically, "Yes, your royal highness." He said softly, eliciting a laugh from the Slytherin who is still lying on the ground, hands in his buttocks.

"I'm supposed to be angry at you," Draco stated faking his irritated face but ended up cracking a smile.

"Oh dear, please don't," Harry babbled and placed his right hand at his chest where his heart was located. "If you're upset with me, it breaks my heart."

Draco chuckled, "I love you," he fondly stated. Harry smiled and kissed Draco's soft lips, it was a quick kiss, more like a smack. "I love you too."

They locked gazes before Harry adjusted himself and sat beside Draco, his head resting on the blond's shoulder. Draco did the same, placing his head on top of Harry's head, their gazes fixed on the peaceful lake.

"How was your day?" Draco asked showing interest and pinched Harry's hand.

"My day was incident-free and exhausting." Harry sighed as he began. "But I'm satisfied," he added.