In Chains (Drarry)

Chapter 20

Draco's POV

What's wrong with me? I need to make sure to never lose Harry again. I need to be perfect for him, perfect to him. How could I have let him get away? I had lost him. But, now I had him again.

The five days without him were torture. The days went by so slowly. I'd lay down on the loveseat and think about him and the things I've done. It got so bad that I'd have hallucinations of him. I'm still slightly skeptical of the warm Harry, even if he looks and acts like the perfect Harry, he might be a figment of my imagination.

I watch him sleep. His face is just an inch or so from mine. I wanted to savour this moment, it might not be here in the morning. I snuggled closer and closed my eyes. He's so warm.

I took in another shaky breath, "I don't want to wake up." I whispered. "But, this isn't a dream. Draco, this is real. I'm real. The love I have for you is real. The reasons I had to push you away, those aren't real. I thought they were real, but they weren't. You think this is fake, but it's not." I closed my eyes and took in another shaky breath.

"Draco, Harry's an idiot. But, he loves you. He's real and I know for a fact that this isn't a dream." Hermione said, leaning closer. I glanced at her, but didn't say anything. Harry stood up, my breath caught. I watched him stand up and I tensed. Is he going to leave me again?

This is the same space that I had been sitting in before, this situation feels so similar. He held out his hand to me. Is he not leaving? Is he going to lock me up somewhere so he never has to see me again? Why can't I just be perfect? Why is my love not enough?

I took his hand, he was saying something to me. He sounded so calm and reassuring. His hand was so warm. How long have I been cold? We headed back to the Room, Hermione following. I watched my feet, happy to hold his hand. Why do I feel so safe with him? He could do anything to me right now, hurt me, but I felt as if he'd never do anything to me.

Harry's POV

I woke up with a warmth in my side. I was tangled up with the blonde of my dreams. Yet again, I found myself asking how I could ever have left him. I noticed that the Room had changed again, it seems to do that a lot. It was back to the half-Slytherin and half-Gryffindor theme, with the single giant bed. I looked to Draco. His breathing was light. He was so beautiful, and he was mine. I leaned over to kiss the corner of his mouth. His eyes fluttered open. Has he always been a light sleeper?

He smirked at me, "Not a bad way to wake up." I smiled at him. How could I be so lucky? I don't deserve him. "Harry, you're poking me." He said, smugly. I blushed. He shot me a warm smile and ran his fingers into the back of my hair. "Care to tell me who it was that you were dreaming about?" he asked, looking me in the eyes.

I turned crimson. "You." I muttered. He blushed very slightly. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" he asked smugly, tracing a finger along my collarbone. "Who else would I be dreaming about?" I asked, placing my hands on the small of his back. He seemed to think for a second, "I don't know. Surely someone as famous as you has someone in mind."

I rolled my eyes. I'm not going to use fame to find someone. I definitely didn't need fame to find Draco. "I have someone in mind. That's you." I said. He smiled and brought his lips to mine. I missed this. I moved my mouth with his, suddenly remembering that he didn't have any pants on.

He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along my bottom lip. It's unlike him to ask permission. I parted my lips to let him in, letting out a small moan. He sat up over me, straddling me under him and letting the blanket fall off of us. He parted for a second and smiled at me. I smiled to him, too. "I'm so bipolar," he said, looking down at me.