You Promise? | Drarry |

Chapter 52

Draco had no idea which one of his damn brain cells had the audacity to be this bold towards Harry, but hey, he wasn't complaining. 

Harry was for an absolute loss for words, his jaw still hung slightly open as Draco touched his face. 

He should stop this but he wanted things to happen between them he- he wanted Draco to touch him, to kiss him. 

Maybe this was a dream but if it was really a dream would it be giving him these butterflies he's never felt before? And if it did happen to be a dream, Harry never wanted it to end. 

Their breathing had gotten faster, they were closer than before and Draco looked back at his hand.

The memories from last night returned to his mind again. He remembered all the places his mouth had been that night, and man were those questionable places. 

He moved his fingers down where his mouth had gone first: his neck. Draco trailed them over each hickey on Harry's neck that he had given to him. 

And although he could feel Harry actually trembling, he still hadn't ever told him to stop. 

Draco tried not to make that make him feel too confident but it was certainly very satisfying to be able to touch Harry without both of them not being under the influence.

As his fingers dragged along Harry's neck his thumb lingered over a hickey and he rubbed it lightly. 

He could now feel Harry's fast pulse and he saw the way his adams apple bopped when he swallowed. 

He licked his lips subconsciously, turning them wet and shiny as he stared at Harry's neck longingly for a while like he had been starved for weeks and Harry's neck was his first meal since. 

Harry was going absolutely crazy right now, stopping himself from kissing Draco right then and there to the point where he was actually shaking, swearing that if he got any closer he just might do it.

His lips were slightly parted, letting out small breaths because holy shit was Draco's touch just amazing. 

He stared at Draco's eyes with big round ones of his own, watching them as they slowly took in Harry's neck. 

He could have sworn there was some sort of predatory glint in them. He knew that he should say stop- he should have said stop ages ago but it just felt so right. 

He could feel every movement Draco made on his skin, the soft rubbing on the red and purple spots on his neck made his stomach feel all warm. 

Draco moved on from Harry's neck, dragging his fingers down, retracing every movement he had done with his mouth with his fingers this time, moving from his neck to his clothed collar bones.

All the while Draco was doing this, Harry allowed it, he didn't exactly know what was going on but he sure as hell loved where it was heading. 

Draco somehow knew exactly where all the hickeys on Harry's covered body were because everytime his hand moved, there would be a small but not hurtful sting when he pressed lightly. 

Draco had stared Harry down when his fingers got to his shoulder and he pressed down on it making Harry let out a small noise of surprise because that's where the bite mark was and it hurt more than the hickeys. 

Harry only held his breath when Draco's fingers were heading particularly closer towards his stomach. 

Draco noticed, his fingers stopping for a brief moment as if hesitating but they went down lower. Harry still didn't stop him, not for a single second did he want Draco to stop.