Blackberry Jam (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Thirty Two

   Even with his diminished eyesight, Harry could see the branches provided them with a curtain so if anyone did look over to the lake, they wouldn't see anyone trespassing, in their skivvies. Draco giggled again, which set Harry off, but then Draco gave him a hypocritical whispered "Shh!"

Harry nodded, and they clung together, willing the passerby to move along, and not spot their discarded bicycles and clothes, and wonder where their owners were.

Draco kept Harry steady, standing on the lake's bottom with a firm hold on Harry's shoulders. He was so close Harry could see his eyelashes almost perfectly, despite abandoning his glasses on the dock. He groaned quietly, and prayed the dog wouldn't get to curious and come sniffing around their clothes, because he really didn't want anyone stealing his glasses, let alone a dog potentially eating them.

"What?" Draco mouthed.

Harry made circles with his index fingers and thumbs, and held them in front of his eyes. Draco bit his lip as a fresh wave of giggles encompassed him, so Harry poked his chest. "Not funny!" he mouthed, but Draco grabbed his finger to stop its prodding, and nodded that he thought it was very funny indeed.

They froze as they heard a woman's voice calling the dog (named 'Biscuit' apparently), but thankfully it seemed they were in the field and away from the boys' belongings. Harry just hoped that Biscuit didn't fancy a swim as well.

He and Draco were smiling at each other as the dog and its owner trundled on, away from their secret hiding place, apparently completely unaware. Harry felt his heart should have slowed down as the danger passed, but the thing was Draco was still holding him, and they were awfully close together.

He felt his heart speeding up again for an entirely different reason.

He expected Draco to let him go, to swim away so they could continue with their games, but instead he let his hands drop under the water. Now he was holding Harry by his waist, and Harry's hands were resting gently at the top of Draco's chest, by his collarbones. They bobbed in the water, and Harry realised they were only a few inches apart.

He wanted to say something, to laugh and break the tension, but Draco was looking at him like his face held the answers to the universe. Involuntarily, Harry's thumb swept over Draco's clavicle, feeling the hollow there and then his hand moved slightly upwards to hold the side of Draco's neck.

Draco's thumbs were rubbing against Harry's ticklish sides, but he didn't flinch away. Instead, he felt himself be pulled a little closer, and the hands slipped across the small of his back.

What are we doing? he panicked. This isn't right, we shouldn't be touching like this!

But how was this different to when they held hands, or embraced in the night? How was it any worse than Draco's new found love of running his fingers through Harry's hair, a habit that Harry felt equally as strongly about when it came to stroking Draco's own baby-soft locks. How was that touching okay, and this wrong?

It didn't feel wrong, it felt electric as slowly, very slowly, the boys let their hands drift carefully over the other's body that they had become so accustomed to through pyjamas over the past five years.

But Harry knew, he knew how badly their friendship had suffered the last time he had become confused and crossed a line. "Draco?" he murmured, his eyes half closed and unable to focus on anything but his pale pink lips. He remembered how it had felt to touch their mouths together, to feel like the whole world had been exquisitely banished, if only for a moment, to find peace and tranquillity like nothing else in his life.

"Harry," Draco whispered back. "Shh."

It felt as inevitable as the dawn as Draco leaned in, and carefully pressed his lips against Harry's.