You Promise? | Drarry |

Chapter 74

This chapter has a lot of french in it 😬 (It would be very kind if any readers could translate in the comments for others who can't understand)

Draco was the first to wake in the morning, looking down at Harry in his arms and trailing his eyes on the hickeys and bite marks visible on his neck. 

He gently ran his fingers through his hair, gliding his fingers over his neck softly before calling Heemy and Nilley. 

He asked them if they could make breakfast, suggesting they make pancakes and to send them up to him, Harry, and also Pansy in her room. 

They apparated out and instantly started to make the food. Harry slightly stirred because of the loud crack but just turned in his sleep, snoring softly like usual as he buried his face into the pillow.

Draco smiled slightly at that and decided to let him rest considering last night's activities. 

Draco laid back down, kissing down on his neck in a merely affectionate way before admiring him for a while. 

After a few minutes Harry inhaled sharply, turning on his side and facing Draco, muttering incoherently as his eyes fluttered. 

He scooted closer to Draco, burying his face into the pillow again with a huff, still half asleep. 

Draco smiled at him, getting closer as well and putting his hand on the back of his head, planting a kiss on his head. 

Harry leaned closer to him, burying his face into Draco's neck instead and putting his hand on his chest. His very naked chest at that.

Harry lazily ran his hand down to his stomach, his fingers gently raking Draco's pale skin until they reached his slightly exposed v-line. 

Draco's breath hitched, looking down at Harry who blushed furiously and brought his hand back up to wrap his arms around Draco's neck and nuzzle him closer in embarrassment.

"Why are you naked.." Harry muttered, too asleep to remember what they did last night.

"Good morning to you, too." Draco murmured back, looping their legs and putting one of his between Harry's so he could feel his boxers on him.

Harry's blush darkened when he felt Draco's smooth legs on his own and when he remembered what happened last night. 

He exhaled shakily, feeling too shy to look up at him and he focused his eyes on his blurry neck instead. 

He twirled the hair on the back of Draco's head between his fingers to distract himself from the fact that his heart was beating loudly in his chest.

"How are you feeling?" Draco asked a bit sheepishly, his hand going to Harry's waist under his shirt, caressing it with his thumb.

Harry breathed out, feeling flustered, for one, but confused on why Draco had asked.

"Um.. fine?" Harry said, finding enough courage to glance up at Draco, "Why?"

A small streak of pink displayed itself on Draco's cheeks though, due to his pale complexion, it was easy for Harry to spot even without his glasses.

"I should have asked you before fingering you a second time." He said, looking at a hickey on Harry's neck instead of his eyes.

"I apologize for that." He said, looking Harry in the eye then.

Harry blinked up at him, his blush less evident because of his contrasting darker complexion, not exactly seeing the issue.

"I shouldn't have overstimulated you without letting you know beforehand." He apologized once more.

"Is that what it's called?" Harry asked curiously.