Drarry - The boy who loved

11. Time together

Draco's POV

As I lay in his arms we walk down the corridor I know to well towards the room of requirement.

"Here we are. The room of requirement." I tense up in his arms at the thought of going in. I don't want him to know what I have done... What I'm doing. What if it becomes the other room... I can't hurt him like that, I can't lose him that way, "Don't worry, this time you'll be in here for my requirements not what you use it for." He says as he looks down at me with his big green eyes as he gives a reassuring smile, one that I can't help but reciprocate.  "In we go Princy..."

As we head inside Harry was right, the room is nothing like it was before. Now it is enveloped in cushions and blankets of white and red with the windows to the outside with silk curtains draped over them to just let enough of the moonlight through to see. As Harry walks further in he heads to the centre where a small table lies and around it is a sofa styled array of cushions. "I do wonder what goes through your head sometimes Potter... But now I guess I can see." I say looking up at him but he just laughs.

"You have no idea what goes through my mind sometimes Draco," he says with a smirk as he places me down by the table.

"It's nice. Not exactly the colours I would have went for," as I say it he closes his eyes for a second and the colours change. Emerald green and silver. "Much better Potter."

"I thought it might be," he smirks. "Silver for the Prince," he says mocking a slight bow before sitting down opposite me.

"So you should bow Potter... You need to learn to respect your superiors," I tease.

"I carried you here did I not? Your feet did not touch the ground dear Prince," he smirks. "Is the room more fitting for my Slytherin Prince now?" He says with a wink.

"Oh I'm yours am I Potter?" I grin. If only it were true ...

"As I am yours," he replies softly, no sense of sarcasm in his voice. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and immediately look down before changing the subject.

"I still need to get you back for touching my hair Potter."

"I do apologise your highness," Harry says before getting down onto his knees and shuffling to kneel in front of me, "my humblest apologies to you my Prince." He says as he looks up at me with his piercing green eyes staring into my own, not breaking contact for a moment. The deep emerald green is a perfect match for the colours of the room. Almost the Slytherin green. He's even influencing my favourite colour now... Why can't I get this infatuation with Potter out of my head!

"I like you on your knees Potter... It's where you belong," I wink. "I am practically perfect in every way and you will do good to remember that Potter," I say still teasing him. Stop it Malfoy! He doesn't need encouraging ... And clearly neither do I.

"I couldn't have said it better myself my Prince," he says rising up slightly placing his hands atop of my knees, "I am graced just to be in your presence," he slides his hands slowly up my thighs, his touch becoming softer as he trails just his fingertips up towards my chest all the while leaning himself closer to me so that his lips are just inches away from mine. I feel my heart almost pulse out of my chest as he gets closer to me with every second. What is he doing?! "But my Prince, I always win." As he says the last word he trails his tongue slowly along my lips leaving me wanting more.

"So that's how its going to be Potter..." I pout, not breaking eye contact with him for a moment. As I look into his eyes keeping his attention on my own eyes I pick up the cushion beside me, "You'll pay for that...." I say as I lift the cushion bringing it up to hit him on the side of them head sending him falling down next to me. How dare he. I am Draco Malfoy. Not one of his pompous followers.