the track to my heart // drarry

eight

"Don't go. Stay." Harry had said.

"Okay," Draco had replied. His eyes looked expectantly at Harry, as if hoping he would do something. Harry didn't know what that something was so he smiled awkwardly and ushered him to sit down on the plush couch and turned on one of the televisions.

Draco looked mildly disappointed.

Harry wondered why. He turned to a music channel and it played a soft melody in the background. Harry turned to Draco expectantly.

"Are those muggle televisions?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, "We have four of them here because my cousin Dudley is too much of a prude to accidentally miss any scene of a movie or show he is watching."

Draco scrunched up his nose. "He seems very spoiled."

"Sounds like someone I know," Harry grinned at Draco, giving him a suggestive look. Draco flipped him off but shook his head with a small grin adorning his lips.

Draco sighed and leaned back into the couch, relaxing into its warmth. "I can't thank you enough for this, Potter." He turned his head to the side and smiled. "Thank you."

Harry felt his insides do a dance, his stomach felt queasy and his cheeks felt hot. He leaned back into the couch as well, turning his head to face Draco.

Their breaths hitched. "You're welcome," Harry whispered as they leaned closer. Their mouths were barely a millimetre apart and Draco let out a shaky breath.

Maybe Harry misheard it or maybe the whisper came floating through the air in the Dursley's living room but no, the softest of whispers came from the lips of Draco Malfoy and it made Harry dizzy with happiness.

"Harry,"

He felt his heart jump to his throat and raised his hand to cup Draco's face, to pull him closer and kiss him tightly and whisper his name against his lips just the way he did. A tentative brush of the lips, so gentle and soft and beautiful that it made Harry's toes curl, his face flaming hot.

His hand trembled as it neared Draco's jaw, their lips touched completely but Draco jumped back before they could kiss.

The blond looked shocked and confused. His chest heaved in short breaths of air. Draco looked away, his eyes holding emotions he couldn't fathom himself.

Harry swallowed heavily and looked down at his lap. The happiness inside him deflated quickly giving way to disappointment, resentment and embarrassment.

"I think I should go, thank you for this, Potter. Good night." Draco wasn't looking at him.

So they weren't going to talk about the inflating sexual tension and how they had almost snogged.

Harry sighed. "You don't have to go now. My family won't be home for the rest of the night. You can sleep here, in a proper bed, not a train."

"No, it's fine. You've done enough for me, Potter. I'll go, okay? I don't want to be a burden."

"I never said you were a burden."

"I don't care, I need to go. I can't stay here with you, okay?"

"Why can't you stay here?"

"Because–" Draco scrambled for an answer.

"Exactly. You have no reason to be sleeping like a homeless person when I am actually providing you a place to sleep." Harry said, his voice rising with every syllable.

"I don't want to stay here with you. I don't want to stay here because you're here. That's my reason." Draco said, raising his voice higher than Harry.

That wasn't a lie. Draco couldn't stay at a place with Harry at night when he knew they had almost kissed. He can't control himself around him. He had already been too vulnerable and exposed in front of him.

"Fine," Harry snarled. "Go rot on some side road like a bloody homeless muggle and don't expect me to come helping you again when you're dying."

"Fine!" Draco said and left from the front door, not bothering to close it behind him.

He shivered in the cold winter air, mourning the loss of the warmth of Potter's house already. He pulled the jacket tighter around himself and inhaled in the lovely scent it held.

That was when he realised that he was still wearing Harry's jacket.