The Strongest of Connections (Drarry) || #Wattys2016

Chapter Eight

There was no telling how much time had passed. Draco didn't know, nor did he really care. All he could tell was that the sun was a little higher in the sky than it was when he had originally come up to the Tower.

As he continued to sit there, all alone, his emotions continued to battle within him. Now he began to feel conflicted with himself, while, at the same time, guarded and possessive. The events of the previous night began to invade his thoughts...again...

"What the hell!?" He screamed, to no one in particular, as he stood in frustration, his long pale fingers pulling at his hair. The pain distracted him. It pulled at his scalp, tingled all the way through his body and down to the tips of his toes. He wanted the distraction, the painful distraction. Anything to distract him from the sinful kisses that replayed in his mind. The waves of pleasure that rocked his body. The beautiful acceptance that was Harry Potter.

"Fuck..." Draco groaned, as he walked over to the railing of the Tower and looked out across the school grounds.

Harry accepted him. Flaws and all. Harry wanted him. All of him, every part of him, the good and the bad, that much was clear. The passion and the intimacy between them could not be faked. Not even by the best of people, not even by the best of wizards--not even by the Chosen One.

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Harry was brought out of his sleep on the Quidditch Field by a knowing sense that only one person in all of Hogwarts could put off. There didn't have to be any words spoken because he knew exactly who it was, he could smell him and he could also feel his heart flutter at the other boy's mere proximity. Damn you, Malfoy. He thought to himself.

Draco just stood there for a few minutes as he took it all in, realizing the situation. Harry had been out here all day, he had kept his sweatshirt and was using it as a pillow and Harry still deserved better than him. However, no matter how true that last statement was, it still didn't discount the fact that Draco wanted him and needed him something fierce.

"I'm sorry.
It was a voice as firm as Draco could muster in that moment and it was all for Harry.
"I shouldn't have run away like that."
With those last words, he, hesitantly, moved slightly closer to Harry, but still left some space. He didn't know, exactly, how Harry would react. He still had not spoken and his eyes were still closed.

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Without so much as a word, or opening his eyes, Harry reached out his hand toward Draco. Instantly, their hands connected and Harry pulled the Slytherin down to the ground with him. As soon as Harry felt the extra weight on his body then his eyes snapped open.

"No. You shouldn't have run away. But, I understand. I'll always wait for you, Draco. Always."

Harry's fingers began to, slowly, make their way up the pale skin of Draco's arms to his neck before tracing down and across the top half of his chest.
"Remind me to keep your sweatshirt." Harry teased, as he gave a slow kiss to the pale skin of Draco's chest before letting the tip of his tongue tease his skin.

"Don't tease me, Potter..." Draco moaned, as he threaded his pale fingers through the luscious brown locks, in turn, pulling Harry closer to him.

"You did run away, Malfoy." Harry responded, matter of fact, with a smirk.

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