The Strongest of Connections (Drarry) || #Wattys2016

Chapter Ten

Harry had left. He had left Draco there, in the middle of the Quidditch Field--along with the sweatshirt, the sweatshirt that he had told Draco to remind him to keep--without saying a word. Without saying he was leaving.

He knew his words would hit a nerve, although that was not his intention. But, he had said them anyway and he had even let the devious animosity hand in the air. Even in the midst of their moment.

___________________________
Harry stopped halfway back toward the castle. What was he doing? He couldn't walk away. He couldn't leave it like that. That wasn't just any body. It wasn't just any boy. It was his boy. It was Draco. It was his Draco.

Draco was his.
He was Draco's.
Period. Completely. No matter what. Good and bad.

_____________________________
Instantly, Harry turned on his heels and he ran. He ran as fast as his legs would move him, but it still did not seem like it was fast enough. When he got back to Draco, he felt as if someone had punched the air right out of his lungs.

All he saw was a broken boy curled up in a ball on the ground. All he heard were the most gut-wrenching cries. For a minute, Harry fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands. He did this. He did this when he left Draco; when he said those four words and then left him, without a word.

Slowly, as Harry tried to steady himself once he realized he was shaking; he raised himself from the ground and cautiously made his way to Draco. His knees, once again, braced his fall as he made himself known behind Draco. Harry did not speak; he just slowly and lightly brushed Draco's hair off of his face and out of his eyes.

"Go away." Draco mumbled, through his tears as he let his action contradict his words. His body seeking the warmth of Harry's as he moved back, every so slightly, seeking more of his touch.

Harry did not miss this as he moved closer to Draco.
"Baby..." Harry couldn't finish his words as his voice broke and his words came out as a little laugh at Draco's actions mixed with his words.

"Fuck you, Harry."
Draco spat, as he jerked away from Harry's touch. After a second, he got up off the ground and, without looking back, started walking a short distance away from Harry. He needed space.

But, the reaction that came from Harry...
Apparently, he thought he was leaving.

"Draco! Stop!"
Harry yelled, loud enough to echo around the Field and ring into his ears as it vibrated through his body.
"You will not walk away."

"Excuse me, Potter."
Draco responded with enough venom in his voice that there was no mistaking he was Slytherin at heart.

He turned around and nailed Harry with a look that made him flinch and shrink back.

"I had no intention of leaving. No intention of walking away. You just...you just laughed at this situation. I needed a little space."
Draco took a shakey breath as a tear slid down his cheek.
"You. You walked away, Potter. Without saying a word..."
With that, Draco's voice cracked as he fell to his knees, burying his hands in his hair and letting his tears fall.

Harry did not miss the emphasis on his name, the venom, and the fact that he was not Harry. He was Potter. As he stood there watching Draco, he could feel the wall of heartbreaking tension; tension that he did not want between them. That was his last thought as he ran to Draco, falling to his knees in front of him.

"Draco. Baby, please."
Harry pleaded as he tried to keep his own voice from cracking as his eyes stayed locked on the only person that mattered. Ever.
"Look at me."
He commanded, in a soft whisper.

Harry watched, entranced, as Draco slowly lifted his head. Harry was very aware of the slow parting of lips as he slowly wiped the still falling tears away and the way that Malfoy leaned into his touch and his warmth.

"I'm sorry..."
Harry whispered, letting his words fade as he matched the movements, wanting and needing to feel the body heat, as well.

___________________________
Neither boy hid anything as their lips met. They couldn't miss that this kiss was different. It spoke of intense love, passion, emotion, and much that needed to be talked about.