Drarry - It Was All Just a Game (REWRITE - MATURE VERSION)

CHAPTER 26 - CLOSE

When mid-May hit, most students worried about O.W.L.'s, but Draco and Harry had the realization that they only had two and a half weeks left with each other before they had to cease all contact until September. Studying didn't seem to matter so much. In fact, it hindered their time together because their head of houses had mandatory group study sessions and more assignments than they could count on two hands.

So their last weekend before exams, they both arrived to the forest with a stack of books and parchment, and ended up spending most of their time finishing up their essays rather than doing anything else—actual studying this time, with no twenty minutes on/five minutes off method.

The silence was comfortable, and they'd tap each other's knee and flash a smile at the other every once in a while. Harry would sneak a few kisses as rewards.

As the sun began to set, Harry slammed his book shut.

"I'm so sick of doing this." He ran a hand through his hair and fell back into the grass.

Draco rubbed his eyes. "I don't know what words are anymore. I keep rereading 'charm' so much that I forgot that's how it's spelled, so I'm looking at it as if it's this new thing—I'm brain fried."

"I don't want to hear the words 'potions' 'defense' 'charms' 'transfiguration'—We're not talking about school anymore." Draco gave an exhausted laugh and threw his notes to the side. He crawled next to Harry and planted a kiss on his cheek and then on his lips. "I want to do something fun."

"Kissing's fun," Draco said.

"True." Harry reached up and kissed him back.

"Quidditch?"

"I don't have my broom."

Then Harry sat up. "Let's go swimming."

Draco looked at the water with a raised brow. "Isn't there a... giant, deadly squid in the Black Lake?"

"Totally," Harry said. "Let's do it."

"I'm not getting my clothes wet." He pointed at his shirt, which was a deep green. "This is hand threaded—"

"And probably five million galleons since you're a rich bitch."

Draco chuckled and then ripped up some grass, throwing the blades at Harry. "Did you just call me a rich bitch?"

"In a good way," Harry stood, and then he took off his shirt and threw it to the side, along with his glasses.

"You look pretty without your glasses," Draco said as he stood. "Really, you look pretty all the time. But it's easier to see your eyes."

Harry scrunched his nose, and Draco kissed the tip of it. Harry had to admit, the compliment made butterflies flutter in his stomach. "Thank you."

Draco unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side, and Harry couldn't help but stare at how wonderful it was. How much he wanted to touch his skin. He pushed down the urge to do so. They hadn't talked about anything yet.

Harry grabbed his hand and took him to the edge of the last tree in the half circle, where rather than grass, rock formed and led to a bank. They climbed onto the rock and stood at the ledge, which was only a few meters from the water.

"Ready?"

Draco nodded.

They ran and jumped in, giving a bit of a splash and hitting the bottom sand. They pushed off of it and surfaced.

"That was lame," Harry complained, wiping his eyes.

"My hair," Draco paddled with his feet and brushed it back. "It wasn't worth it."