Love For Blood

Chapter Twenty-Six

"So you get the plan?"

"Not...really..."

Harry was trying to explain to Draco how he was going to sneak into the private dorm tomorrow. Dumbledore had a house-elf show him the room and password. It was discretely hidden among portraits down an abandoned wing of Hogwarts.

"The map will show you the way there. All you need to do if follow the way to my name and I told you the password, " Harry sighed, obviously not understanding Draco's hesitancy. He was already easier to frustrate because of the effects the mating period was bringing.

It was hard to focus past the intense urge to vomit, fuck and sleep all at once.

"And you're sure this map will tell me where to go?" Draco questioned despite looking at the map actively telling him the positions of most of the castle's residents.

"Yes, Draco, trust me. The map tells no lies, " Harry smiled despite being so overwhelmed.

"Alright, then I just follow your map to this magical dorm while wearing the invisibility cloak?" Draco held up the silvery fabric. Harry nodded in affirmation.

"I still can't believe we're doing this. Any kind of sexual conduct is grounds for expulsion but this is a whole new level, " Draco let out a low whistle.

"Hey, Dumbledore likes me at least," Harry laughed. Draco shoved his shoulder with a sigh.

"Bloody wanker," Draco huffed, causing Harry to nip his ear.

"Tosser," Harry whispered with a grin.

Their lips were all of a sudden caught on each other. How did it always end up like this?

Not that Draco was complaining.

Even hours later after they had separated, Draco could feel the numbing sensation of lips locking with his.

As he laid in bed that night, he felt the anxiety rush over him. It bubbled in his stomach, almost making him nauseous with excitement and nerves.

Maybe he was being selfish, taking Harry for himself like this. What if there was someone better? Hell, they couldn't stand each other a year ago and now they were bonding for life.

Not to mention he never once thought about how this would make his parents feel. Merlin, he could already imagine.

"Potter? Of every damn soul on this planet, you chose Harry Potter?"

Draco cringed at the thought. That would be an awkward conversation.

It also made him think of the last letter from his parents. His mother begged him to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays. It made his heart clench in worry.

He decided to not dwell on it. They could hold their own.

... at least he hoped.

Man he really needed to sleep.

Draco turned over on his side with a huff. It was probably easily midnight. Tomorrow was the big day, wouldn't want to be tired.

When had his life gotten so tangled at the moment? He had always been told to plan every move carefully. Look at life like a chessboard.

Yet all of a sudden, his life was more spontaneous. He was living in the moment, not caring about consequences.

He was probably going to get killed for it.

But then again, thinking straight wasn't really his specialty...

Dear fucking Merlin, he really needed sleep.