Drarry- pick me up

Chapter four

"Harry?" The boy nodds. "Listen. I-"

"Malfoy," I cringe at what he calls me, "you don't have to explain. I get it. You hate me."

"No! No Harry I don't hate you! I like you! I really like you. I have since the first time I saw you."

"Then why didn't you kiss-"

"I was shocked. I guess I never thought that you would kiss me..." Suddenly, he is next to me, pushing me against a tree. His lips are against mine, and this time I don't falter. I kiss back passionately.

"You still don't believe it?" He asks, smirking.

"Damn you, Potter." I press my lips to his. I run my tongue along his bottom lip and they part, my tongue immediately exploring his mouth. He moans slightly, and we break apart for air. He begins to kiss down my neck, resting on my collarbone. He sucks slightly, leaving a mark, and I moan.

We sit among the roots of the tree, Harry on my lap. A few days ago, I would've given anything for this to happen, and now it was. My dream was coming true, and that was all I could wish for.

"Harry?"

"Yes, Draco?"

"Can-can we not tell anyone about this?" He looks rather taken aback.

"Why?"

"Well, because my Slytherin friends are really homophobic, and I'm scared of what they'll do if they find out I'm gay." Harry nodded.

"Of course. I understand." We stay like this until it begins to get dark, then head back to our common rooms.

"Malfoy!" Pansy squeals. "What the hell is that?" She points to my neck. Shit. The love bite. I quickly cover it up.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"He hooked up!" (Friends reference everyone) Blaise says smugly.

"What? I didn't!"

"Sure, keep telling yourself that Malfoy."

"Just... Let it go, okay?" Blaise nods begrudgingly and Pansy looks... Almost jealous. I rush up to my privet dorm- amazing what you can do with a rich father and the Malfoy name- as quickly as possible. I lay on my bed and grin like a fool.