tick-tock | a drarry tale

XV.

"-and she was like, 'Wingardium LeviOsa, not Wingardium LeviosA," Harry snickered. He glanced over at Draco, who was staring at him blandly. "Get it? Because we were all saying it wrong and Hermione of course knew exactly how-"

"Potter," Draco interrupted him. Harry sighed.

"Yes, Draco?"

"I.. I told my, uh, my mother about us," Draco said, averting his gaze so he was staring at the wall behind Harry. Harry just stared at him.

"Why?"

"She kind of guessed, in a way. I just told her that she was right." Harry felt sick.

"Draco," he scooted closer, they were lying in his bed. "She's a Death Eater... how can you tell her this?"

"We can trust her, Potter-"

"No! We can't Draco... we can't trust anyone."

"She's my mother, Potter!" Draco snapped. He scooted away from Harry and got up from the bed. Harry looked up to the ceiling. We can make this work, he thought, we can. We can.

It was noon on a Saturday. Harry lied once again to Ron and Hermione, saying that he was going to the library to study, when in reality he was sneaking off to see Draco.

"Harry, please. Just trust me on this," Draco pleaded. Harry didn't respond. All of the air had been sucked out of his lungs. Harry. All he could do was stare at the taller boy.

"Okay," he managed to say. Draco had his arms crossed. He stood across the room and eyed Harry up and down. He felt a pang in his chest, and slowly, walked back over to the bed. He plopped down on the edge, his back facing Harry.

"I'm sorry," he said. Harry frowned at the back of his head.

"It's okay, Draco. I understand; she's your mother. She has every right to know who her son is seeing-"

"It's not that," Draco shook his head.

"Then what is it?" Draco just sighed and shook his head again.

"Everything."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he heard Harry from behind him. He looked to his left and saw him moving closer, "but don't be sorry." Harry brought his left hand up and cupped Draco's cheek. "Don't be sorry about us." The two boys stared into each other's eyes; Harry's eyes were so green, Draco thought as his breath haltered. He reached up and peeled his glasses away from the boy's face. They were so close now that Harry could feel Draco's breath, slowly hitting his face.

"Do you want-" Draco started, but got cut off by Harry's lips. Draco's eyes widened as Harry closed his. Draco sat there, frozen. He didn't know what to do. This was different; so different. A kiss was a kiss. Draco didn't pay much attention to them. But this... this was Harry. Draco slowly eased in to the kiss, moving his hands up to Harry's hair and balling them into fists, causing Harry to moan. Harry immediately moved away, his cheeks scarlet. Draco's hands fell limp to his sides as he smirked.

"Hm, I never thought of you as that type, Potter." Harry blushed more deeply at the comment and averted his gaze to the floor. "Hey." He cupped the smaller boy's cheek and made him look into his eyes. Harry took a deep breath and smiled shyly.

"I didn't know I was," he muttered. Draco only shook his head and placed his forehead against Harry's.

"What are we?" he asked.

"What do you want us to be?" Their breathes mixed with one another at their close proximity.

"I want us to be together," he replied faintly.