arranged love // drarry

eight

After a delicious dinner and two glasses of wine later, Draco was slightly tipsy. 

Harry's cheeks were rosy from laughter and from Draco's piercing stare at him as they moved towards the front door to retire for the night. They reached the door but neither of them moved to open it.

"Thank you for having me tonight," Harry whispered, scared to break the fragile silence that echoed in the air. Draco's lips quirked up and he stepped forward, nose brushing with Harry's cheek. He leant forward to whisper in his ear, "Thank you for the wine," 

He moved back an inch. His eyes were stuck on Harry's lips. Draco's lips parted, shallow breaths escaping his mouth and fanning over Harry whose eyes threatened to flutter shut. 

Draco's hand creeped up to tangle them in the black curls and gently run his fingertips over his nape, making Harry shiver. "I want to kiss you," Harry whispered, voice quivering. Draco swallowed heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing and Harry reached up to caress his jaw and the tender flesh of his neck. 

They moved together to bridge the gap between them, Harry's hand wrapping on the side of his throat, thumb rubbing circles into the tendons. Draco whimpered softly, his other hand cupped Harry's face, tilting it so he could kiss him more deeply. Somehow, Harry's other hand had crept around his torso to pull him impossibly closer.

Kissing Harry was easier than breathing. It was as if his lips were made for kissing Draco. Harry's kiss was fierce, demanding but at the same time so gentle and careful with him that it made Draco never want to stop kissing him. 

But all good things came to an end and they pulled back when the need for air became greater than the need to snog the life out of each other. Harry looked dizzy with happiness and whispered a faint 'goodnight' before leaving with a kiss to Draco's cheek. 

Draco was over the moon after the kiss, it was his first kiss and he couldn't have asked for a better one. He felt a weird clench in his chest when he thought of Harry and the kiss that they shared. 

Don't get him wrong, he loved the kiss. He really did and a part of his heart really wanted to be with Harry. But the only thing stopping him from going further with these thoughts was his gut feeling that screamed at him that this was wrong and that he shouldn't run after Harry. 

Draco couldn't sleep that night, his thoughts were a disarray. Yawning, he got ready for the day. He watered the flowers Harry had gotten for him last week and walked down the stairs.

"Draco! Draco!" He heard the familiar shrill shout and his heart leaped. He practically ran down the stairs and gasped in astonishment. 

"Draco!" She shouted and ran forward giving him a tight hug. 

"Pansy!" He laughed, "I missed you, you bitch!" He said and pulled back, keeping his hands on her arms to inspect her appearance. She had got her hair cut to a small bob again. She was sporting new piercings. One on her nose and two more on the upper side of her ears. She was wearing a navy blue crop top and fitted black ripped jeans with black boots. 

"I missed you too, asshole!" She exclaimed, shaking his shoulders with enthusiasm. 

They both sat down on the couch next to each other. She toes off her boots and socks, curling next to him, head lolling on his shoulder. "How have you been?" 

"I've been amazing. I didn't know a world tour would be so tiring," She yawned, "Oh yeah, I had sex with thirteen people," She boasted. 

Draco shoved her away with disgust, "More like I am a carrier of an STD. Honestly, Pansy, that is not at all healthy." She sat up straight.

"Oh come on, darling," She rolled her eyes, tucking her jeans clad legs under her, "You need to get laid or kiss someone! You haven't even kissed another human!" 

Draco blinked and bit his lip to keep off the smile creeping on his face. "Well, about that,"

Her eyes widened and she gasped loudly, "Who was it?" 

"My fiance," 

"Your what?!" 

Draco chuckled nervously