In Chains (Drarry)

Chapter 16

Draco's POV

I don't know why I felt so betrayed and hurt. I couldn't help telling them those things, but maybe I had wanted to. They now knew how twisted and sick I was. I even almost told them that I loved Harry. How quickly they would've left me then. I sighed and buried my face in the pillows, drifting off to sleep. How am I going to be able to act normal now?

Harry's POV

The smell. I love it. It's the best smell I've ever smelled. It was a mixture between green apples, mint, dark chocolate, and magnolias. I pulled myself closer to the source, connecting with something warm. I opened my eyes, slowly. The Room had changed back to the single large bed. Draco was snuggled into my chest, his legs tangled with mine. My arms were hugging his shoulders, so that he was buried in my chest. I buried my face in the taller boy's hair, enjoying the smell that overcame my senses.

He mumbled something quietly, wrapping his arms around me. I snuggled closer and went back to sleep. I dreamt of him, not unlike my past couple dreams. I hoped that I wouldn't wake up in a similar condition as I had this morning.

Draco sat down at the table, filling the space that was next to me. "Hello, Harry. Ronald. Hermione. Ginerva."He said, grabbing a green apple. I watched his slender fingers wrap around it. How is it possible for someone to be that perfect? He brought it to those perfect pink lips and took a bite. He brought it back down, his tongue flicking out to clean his face of the juices.

I blushed, such naughty things I am thinking. "Hey, Dray." Said a severely hated voice. Draco turned to Blaise and smiled. Jealousy ripped into my heart. Blaise leaned down to peck a small kiss to his lips, and Draco met him halfway. I glared. He deserves better than him. Hell, Draco deserves the best man out there. I'm not saying that I'm the best man out there, he deserves someone way better than me.

I coughed, "Guys, we're eating here. Lower the PDA levels, please." They turned to me. "Oh, jealous, Potter?" Draco smirked, leaning his elbow on the table. I blushed, "Maybe." He leaned in closer, "Speak up, Harry. No one can hear you when you whisper."

"Yeah, I might be a little jealous." I said, a little bit too loud. He looked shocked, but then he put on a playful smirk, "I didn't know you were gay. Especially not for Blaise." He joked, pointing to a confused Blaise. I frowned as they laughed. "I didn't know I was gay either. I just happened to fall in love with Draco Malfoy." I said, catching their attention. Hermione looked triumphant while Ron just shrugged it off, he didn't care who I loved, as long as I was happy.

Blaise looked slightly angered, but Draco just stared at me with disbelief. "Harry, you're kidding. That's not a very funny joke." He said, frowning. I shook my head and grabbed his hand. Looking straight into his eyes, I said with deep sincerity, "I'm not joking. I love you." He blushed and pulled his hand away, glancing at an angry Blaise.

Blaise opened his mouth to speak, but Draco suddenly stood up. He raced out of the Great Hall, leaving a quiet bunch of students. I summoned up my courage and went after him. Blaise didn't do anything. I headed in the direction I thought he would go in, towards the Room of Requirement. I walked in, quietly, and looked around the unchanged room.

To my luck, he was here. He was sitting on the loveseat in front of the multicolored fire, hugging his knees to his chest. I walked over, "I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to do that. I don't want to hurt you or anything, just forget about what I said." I whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. I stood behind the loveseat, standing over his sitting form. He looked up, leaning back so he could see me. He was so cute upside down, too.

"I don't want to forget it." He whispered, barely audible. I walked around so that I could sit next to him. He watched me and smiled a little when I sat down. I gave him a hug, "Why?" I asked, snuggling my face into his neck. He shivered and hugged me back. "Because I love you, too." He said, pulling himself onto my lap. He hugged me tighter, leaving almost no distance between us. I pressed a small kiss to the exposed skin on his neck.

My heart was so close to exploding. "Is that true? Please don't lie to me, Draco." He pulled back slightly, offended. "What reason do I have to lie to you? I wouldn't lie about love." He said, pushing my hair off my forehead and pressing his lips to my scar. I smiled.

"What now?" he asked, resting his head on my shoulder. I shrugged and glanced at the bed. He turned to see where I had looked and he smiled. A slight pink dusted his cheeks as he winked at me. He stood up and pulled me over to it. "I think I've figured out what we do now." He whispered, pushing me onto the bed. I blushed as he crawled over to me.

I woke up with another problem. I hoped that I could sneak to the bathroom without Draco finding out about the problem in my nether regions. I opened my eyes, finding myself alone in bed. I felt cold without him next to me. If I turned a little, a little bit of his scent remained. The bathroom door opened, revealing a (dressed) wet Draco.

He looked at me and plastered on a small smile. A small pain shot through me when I remembered what I had done to him before bed. "Good morning, Harry. Shower's open if you want to take one. Seems like you had a small problem. Dreaming about Ginerva? Or maybe another girl? Though, you don't seem like a player." He said, somewhat unfeeling. The emotions in his voice seemed forced and fake.

I blushed, turning as red as a tomato. "S-sorry." I said, climbing out of bed. I quickly grabbed a change of clothes and headed into the bathroom. I debated on whether or not to take a cold shower to calm myself or take a hot one to relieve myself. I settled for a cold one, I wouldn't want Draco to hear me if I couldn't contain myself.

I quickly finished up, not wanting to freeze to death. I dried myself and changed, checking myself in the mirror before walking out. Draco was rummaging around in his bookshelf, dresser, bedside table, and chest. "Lost something?" I asked, walking over to him. He glanced at me, but didn't answer. I sighed and went over to the couch.

"I'm really sorry, Draco. About yesterday. Are you okay?" I asked, staring into the fire. He was quiet for a minute. "I'm fine." He said, almost inaudible. "No, something's wrong with you. You can tell me anything." I turned to face him, waiting for an answer. I didn't get one. "Is it because we asked you such personal things? Is it something we did? Please, tell me."

He took in a shaky breath, "No, it's nothing that you did." I nodded. "Then what is it?" He stopped what he was doing and ran a shaky hand through his hair. "I don't want to lose you. I said things that would make any person want to avoid me. I said things that I don't like to acknowledge, I would've preferred if you'd never heard them."

"What? I'd never leave you. My mind is worse than that at times. No matter what, you can't get rid of me that easily." I said, earning a small chuckle. He gave me a small smile, "I'm sorry. I was thinking of you wrong. It was wrong of me to think that you weren't loyal and trustworthy." He said, coming to sit next to me. "You don't need to apologize, you were scared. You've been betrayed before, you were just being careful." He nodded.

I gave him a tight hug, which he reciprocated. "So, who were you dreaming about?" he joked, leaning back against the cushion. I turned bright red and he just laughed at me. "N-no one. No one at all." I said, trying not to look at him and give it away. He elbowed me in the arm, "Don't give me that shit. You can't lie to me. You were obviously having a sexy dream, you were poking me. Was it Ginerva?"I blushed even darker, if that's even possible.

"No, Ginny broke up with me. I wasn't that interested with her, anyway." He gave me a sympathetic frown and patted my arm. "I'm sorry about that." I shook my head, "You don't need to be sorry."

"So, it's someone else, then? Please tell me." He pressed, poking my shoulder. "I-it's no one special," I cringed, lies. "It was just a messed-up dream, silly really." My heart hurt. I'm such an awful person, how could I say that to him? About him? He bit his lip and leaned back, "Not gonna tell me, huh? I won't forget about this. No matter what lies you spew about them, Harry Junior down there tells me you feel quite strongly." He said, pointing at my crotch.

I blushed again. "I'll only tell you, if you tell me who you love. You never answered me last night, when I asked." I said. His expression changed, for just an instant, and then he was back to normal. "Whatever. Let's just go to breakfast."

I nodded and got up to follow him out.