Oneshot (Drarry)

Strawberry shortcake

"Hmm?" The man hums feeling light-nibbles on his shoulders when thin arms wrap firmly around his waist from behind.
Putting down his hot coffee on the kitchen counter, Draco turn around meeting a short young boy—who's on his tip-toe, still in his pajama boxer and freshly made unruly hair—snuggling him with his bright green eyes and pink plump lips forming into a pouted frown.

"What are you doing?" Draco questioned, placing his long porcelain fingers under the boy's jawline and tilting them up to where their eyes finally meet.

"I saw you yesterday..." Harry grumbled looking slightly down at the umber wooden floor, "With her."

"And who did you see me with, exactly?" Draco interrogate with rise a brow.

"Parkinson."

The blonde fell into silence for a moment before  commenting, "Did you skipped school again."

"What!" Harry abruptly lets go of Draco realizing his mistake, "N-no. Of course not!"
The brunette try playing innocent, taking a step or two back before looking up at the man from under his dark lashes. Biting his lips nervously, he lets out a small "Maybe..."

"Harry—"

"It wasn't my fault!" Harry defend, "It just, Ron and the twins...they came by and wanted to show me something..."

"And this something is so important, you had to skipped school?"

"Well—" Harry didn't want to admit that he had skip school (to Hermione's disapproval, who in the end, reluctantly cover their asses) so he and Ron could go to the internet café —to play the new, beta testing, once's in a life time, battle royal game for half off—Which was located right next to the Grand Shopping Mall—Which was where he saw a glimpse of Draco and Parkinson ( of all people) going into a store together.

"Harry...I didn't agree to look after you so you can act spoil and do whatever you want." Draco scolds, irritation pooling around his temples. With a heavy sigh, the blonde grab his —now lukewarm — coffee and went over to the sofa to calm himself. "Your parents trusts me to look after you and keep you safe while they're abroad."

"I know, but—"

"Harry, come here." Draco took a sip from his cup before placing it down on the coffee table and gently patted his lap, beckoning for the brunette to come over.

Harry nods and walked over to sit on the blonde's sturdy lap. While making himself comfortable, a gentle pale hand caresses the brunette's soft cheeks before cupping them; upon feeling the warmth, Harry closes his eyes and snuggles into the touch before opening them again—meeting with sliver Irises observing over him.

"I have work to get done and I don't have time for your shenanigans with your friends. You get that?" Draco chastised. Noticing the boy leaning in closer, Draco tenderly pressed their lips together— a small taste— before sliding his tongue over Harry's pink lips, signaling for the boy to open up.

"Yes." Harry moan, breathing in the aroma of coffee from the man's hot airy breath fanning his delicate freckled face. Harry move quick, shutting his eyes and wrapping his arms around Draco's neck—taking the chance to finger the man's blonde strands of hair and pressing their solid bodies together— their tongue swirls in a tango, pushing and pulling, touching each other's roofs and molars while groans and moans emitting from both of them. And with the last suck on the tongue and a pop, they separated leaving them both with swollen lips and heavy breath not long after.

"You always take her out on dates..." Harry mumble in a dazed, trying to refocus his vision on the man in front of him.

"That's because we're business partners—"

"Doesn't mean you can take her out on dates every other day." Harry interrupts with an exaggerated pout.

"Harry—"

"It's unfair! we don't go on dates..." the boy whines, "we don't even see each other outside of this condo." Harry leans his head down on Draco's firm chest, his forehead rubbing against the white blouse, while his tan finger plays with the ruffle details on the collar."I want to go on dates too."

"You know we can't do that." Draco express solemnly, Combing back Harry's dark curls with his long fingers and landing them on the boys nape— giving it a light squeeze—before fiddling with the baby curls.

"It's not going to be a big deal." Harry mutter, "We've known each other since we were kids. it won't hurt for us have dinner together, maybe go to the movie theaters, to the zoo— or even shopping! You know, normal dates. It's only once in a while."

"Yes. But you're still young—"

"I'm 16!—"

"Underage. Harry. You're still underage." Draco argues, feeling slightly peeved by Harry's childish expectations. "What do you think they'll say when the press get a hold of me, the heir of Malfoy tech. going out with an underaged boy—no less with the heir of Potter's tech."

Considering what the blonde had said, Harry fell into silence.

"But it's not like we're rivals." The boy finally mumbles to himself.

"You think they'll know that?" Draco explains, "The press say whatever the public favors. It's not just a risk for me but also for your safety as well." The man cups Harry's face once more, leaving soft kisses along the boy's chin and up to his forehead.

"Go wash up, you have school soon." Draco comforts the brunette, his thumb caressing the boy's flush cheeks.

Harry shakes his head, activating his ultimate puppy eyes and presses his picker lips onto Draco's palm— proceeding to kiss his way down the blonde's arm.

"Don't wanna." Harry hums.

Distracted by the boy's acting, Draco failed to notice Harry's hands shoveling about between them and unbuttoning the blonde's shirt one by one before feeling the skin underneath. Becoming aware of the cool and gentle touch, Draco grab the boy's wrist before they could made their way further down.

"No, Harry."

"But we didn't do it yesterday." Harry stubbornly press."You came home late."

"What if I didn't want to." Draco teased, but was failed to be recognize by the other as a sudden silence filled the room. Without another word, the boy abruptly stood and pushes himself away from Draco—making his way back to their room.

"Wait, Harry." The man try following suit, "I didn't mean it."

"You're a prick." Harry retorts as he turns around and stride back to Draco. When he got there, he shoves the man down onto the sofa and proceed to climb on top—and sat of the blonde's belly—locking him in. "A big idiot. A stupid donkey's ass."

"I'm sorry." Draco apologizes.

"You should be." Harry accepts and begins to remove Draco's shirt and pants as he harshly tug at them and tossing them to the side— feeling the light bulge of Draco's.

"This doesn't mean you get to skip school."

"Ugh seriously?!"