There's No I In Team (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Eleven

   It turned out that Harry shared Draco's habit of chatting through films, something Astoria always used to grumble at him for, bless her. Harry liked to talk to the characters as if they could hear him, whereas Draco liked to pull apart the plot, or geek out over the stunts or special effects. Harry also made no effort to hide his crush on Simon Pegg, which Draco berated him for, but secretly found quite adorable. "Look, Ethan agrees with me, don't you Ethan!" he said, careful to keep his voice low so as not to disturb Scorpius as he jabbed his finger accusingly at Tom Cruise's character on the screen. "He's so in love with him it's disgraceful. At least try and play a little hard to get," he chastised as the super spy negotiated the nullification of the bomb strapped around his friend's chest.

"Okay," Draco admitted. "They are pretty gay for each other."

"Thank you," Harry said smugly.

Draco never had his phone more than three feet away from him when he was at home, as it acted as his baby monitor too. So when it lit up with a text message he noticed it immediately. He also noticed Harry fidget at the same moment, and fish his own mobile out of his pocket.

"It's from HR," he said, as Draco reached over to read his own text. Sure enough, it was from the office.

He quickly opened it up and took in the small words on the glowing screen. "Oh," he said as a mix of emotions shot through him, and he looked up at Harry. "Sooo..."

"Michael Corner got it," Harry finished, and they both held each other's gaze for a moment.

"Oh thank fuck for that," Draco cried as he dropped his phone onto the cushions and covered his eyes, letting out a laugh of pure relief.

"What?" Harry asked confused, and Draco laughed again.

He lowered his hands and shook his head. "All day," he said. "All day I kept looking at Scorpius and I was thinking why on Earth am I going for a job that means I'll have to spend more time away from him, a job I don't even want!"

Harry shook his head. "Seriously?" he asked, and Draco nodded, still feeling giddy with relief and light from all the beers he'd had. "Then," Harry slowly asked. "Why did you go for it?"

Draco shrugged and flopped back against the sofa. "I don't know," he said, laughing again and wondering if he was a bit hysterical. "Because I was supposed to? Because Marcus wanted me to?" He rubbed his eyes again and took a bigger breath. "I guess," he carried on in a slightly more sober tone. "I was starting to feel like my life had no direction, and this gave me something to work towards. But I'm so happy right now-" He suddenly looked at Harry. "Oh shit," he said, feeling like a right bastard. "I'm so sorry you didn't get it though."

Harry though had placed his phone on the table, and had his hands looped together in his lap, a sheepish grin forming on his face. "Um," he said, looking up at Draco through his lashes. "I have a confession."

Draco frowned at him. "Okay?" he prompted.

"I never wanted the job either," Harry blurted in a rush. "I just went for it because you did."

"What?" Draco uttered, perplexed.

"I, um," Harry said, his ears a little pink as he squirmed at the other end of the sofa, which, all things considered, wasn't all that far away. "I didn't want you to leave our team, I wanted to try and keep up with you. Plus, I like winding you up, so it uh, was a win-win for me, unless you actually got the job and left."

Draco couldn't think what to say, he just stared at him until his voice finally came crawling up his throat. "You little shit!" he hissed, slapping his shin and trying not to laugh.

"What!" Harry cried, grinning ear to ear. "You just said you didn't even want the job either!"

"But you just went for it to mess with me!" Draco retorted, trying to keep his voice low, but he was laughing uncontrollably now, and grabbed a pillow to wallop Harry with.

Harry pushed back and they lunged at each other like children, tickling the other's ribs and trying to pin the other down to claim victory. "I love messing with you though," Harry said between breaths, more and more pillows becoming dishevelled as they twisted joyfully in each other's arms, pulling and wriggling to try and win the play fight.

Until in a breath, Draco realised he was under Harry's firm body, their legs entwined and his arms above his head, and Harry's face slackened into something quite serious. There were several moments where they just stared at each other, their breathing slowing and the tension thickening.

"Actually," Harry rasped, his green eyes searching. "There's quite a lot of things I love about you."

Draco gulped. It was an audible noise that betrayed the mild terror that fluttered through him, but it was almost immediately dampened by the untameable surge of desire that made every inch of his skin swiftly feel like it was too hot and too tight for his body to handle. He lifted one of his hands, and timidly placed it against the side of Harry's face.

He responded by letting out a breath, closing his eyes, and leaning into the touch. Draco watched him with something akin to wonder. "There's quite a lot of things," he said, his voice almost too quiet to hear. "I think I love about you too."

Harry held his gaze as he licked his lips,and gradually, as if in slow motion, lowered his lips to meet Draco's.