Midnight Wanderings// Drarry

Chapter 21- The Article

What is yall's opinion on the existence of a higher power?

Draco's P.O.V

I'd been stumbling my way across Hogsmeade for nearly twenty minutes in a pain induced trance.

I wasn't exactly sure where I was heading. All I knew is that I needed Harry. 

I was just a few feet away from The Three Broomsticks when Harry's delicious scent shocked me. The smell of him eased the pain slightly but only spurred on my feelings of arousal. 

Only a few seconds after smelling him did he finally appear. The door to the pub opened up and a laughing Harry stumbled out. He waved goodbye to someone inside and then proceeded to make a few shaky steps. 

Harry was not sober.

Far from it actually based on the way he walked and the oafish grin he was sporting.

The realization slightly doused my ideas of what we would do next. He was drunk. I couldn't take advantage of him like that in this state. Despite my uncontrollable need for his hands on my body I refused to force something onto Harry that sober him might not want.

Suddenly Harry stood straight and raised his nose into the air. He inhaled deeply. His features went from silly and lighthearted to determined and exuberant. Harry's head swiftly jerked into my direction. 

His eyes landed on me and almost immediately I felt my charm turn on.  I couldn't control it when all my body wanted was for Harry to want me. 

Harry advanced towards me with a quick stride. He was on me quicker than I could react. There was no getting away from this now. He was too close, and my vision blurred when his hands intertwined with my own. 

We weren't far from a small alleyway in between Honeydukes and Zonko's. Harry immediately took advantage of that and backed me up into alleyway in four large steps. My head hit the brick wall, but it didn't faze me once he had my arms pinned up above my head.  I'd never thought I'd end up in this position with Harry bloody Potter. My breath caught in my throat,

"Harry, you're-"

"I'm mesmerized by you Draco," Harry spoke in a clear husky voice.

He placed both of my wrists in one hand and reached his other hand to grab my chin firmly.

"I was going to say you're wasted," I panted out and I couldn't hold back the glare. I was seething in pure lust for him, and it was taking everything in me to not give in. What was I thinking coming down here?

Harry doesn't even know we're mates yet! I haven't even told him what I am. 

He leaned in so close that I felt his lips brush against my neck. He inhaled deeply once again. "You smell . . ." for a moment I thought he would say some sort of insult. "Sweet."

I hoped he couldn't tell how aroused I was when I said, "Harry, stop. You're drunk. You're not thinking straight."

His lips brushed against my neck again and I couldn't hold myself up anymore and I slumped back against the wall. Harry held me in place with his knee against the wall. If he hadn't known that I was begging for him to just touch me anyways he definitely did now, now that he felt my hard member pressing into his thigh.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood when I tried to hold in the whimper when he shifted his leg slightly.

"Drunk actions speak sober thoughts Draco. Can't you tell how badly I've been wanting you?" Harry whispered as his lips brushed against my ear with every word. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you looked at me with those eyes in the Great Hall."