Drarry- pick me up

Chapter six

(Okay I know valentines day was ages ago but I was feeling poetic and I needed an excuse for Harry to write a poem)

Dear Draco

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I want you to know
That I love you
My heart skips a beat.
Grass is green
Like leaves on the tree
And I hope that you
Also love me
I nod. Of course.
It's all planned out
How my life should be
I just hope
You never leave
Never.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
My dear Draco Malfoy
I'm in love with you

Happy Valentines day, Draco. You know where to find me,
Love, ;) xxx

I know exactly who it's from. Who else would love me, but Harry Potter?

"So," a voice says from behind me, making me jump a mile. "It seems you have an admirer." I laugh uneasily.

"So it does."

"It's not the same one who have you the hickey, is it?" I wince. I had hoped Blaise had forgotten about that.

"I don't know. It's not signed."

"I can see that. So, who is it Malfoy? Can't be Pansy, she was more shocked than me. Who else would you be dating? It doesn't exactly sound like a girl's style of writing, either... Malfoy, your not gay, are you?" It almost seemed like he knew the answer. Damn. I nod, slowly. "Well, this is certainly a new low for you." He punches me. "Get up coward." I stand up. He punches me again, this time in the gut, and I double over. "Freaks." Punch. "Shouldn't." Punch. "Get." Punch. "Love notes." Punch. He kicks me, then goes up to his dorm. I sigh. It hurts. I remember that Harry's waiting for me. I don't want him to worry, so I go to our meeting spot.

When I get there, I feel a pair of hands gently cover my eyes.

"Guess who?" I smirk.

"You're feeling romantic today, Potter." I turn to face him. I press my lips to his, and feel an electric current running down my spine. "I love you too," I say when we part. He smiles. He takes off my robe and runs a hand under my shirt. I wince. Big mistake.

"Draco," he says, worry dripping from his words. "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing." But he already knows. He takes off my shirt, revelling my bruise battered stomach.

"Love, what happened?" I hang my head.

"Blaise found out I was gay." Harry puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my head up. I see the pity in his gorgeous eyes.

"I'm sorry, Love." He presses his lips to mine. "Great abs, though," he says when we part. I laugh my special laugh, reserved only for Harry.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible." Our lips are reattached, my tongue in his mouth. "Surely," I say, smirking. "If I have bruises, you should get some too." I press my mouth to his neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. He moans. I slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Tease," he murmurs, and I laugh again. I press my lips to his gorgeously defined abs, leaving small love bites. (This is going to get close to smut but not quite yet... So those of you who are very much innocent skip the rest of this chapter.) He moans again, louder this time.

"Love," I say, moving back up closer to his mouth. He just moans in reply. "Do you want to come to my room?"

"You have a privet room?" I nod. "Let's go." He pulls out some sort of cloak, and draping it over us, and begins to run up to the castle, leaving our shirts behind. I realise this is the legendary Potter invisibly cloak. Good, because knowing Blaise the whole of Slytherin will know I'm gay by now, and I can not face that at this moment in time. After all, I am about to have gay sex (not in this chapter just to clarify).

In my room, we pull off the cloak. I lock the door and put a silencing charm on the room so no one will hear us. I look at my love. Lust stains his lime green eyes. I climb onto my bed, kissing him passionately. I begin to feel a lump in his jeans and I smile into his neck, where I am leaving a small bruise. He's moaning in pleasure, and I'm glad I know silencing charms. I feel my own erection growing, and my smile grows.

"I love you, Potter."

"I love you, too, Malfoy."