Youth - Drarry (nsfw)

Chapter Two

|i didn't really revise this so sorry if there's any mistakes. If you'd kindly point them out, I'll fix them asap.|

I tore open my eyes and groaned, draping my arm over my eyes to shield out the morning sunlight that was peeking through my curtains. Usually, it wouldn't bother me, but today was an exception considering that I had forgotten to take that stupid Advil. Looks like I'll have to try and remember that one spell to get rid of this damn headache, and remembering wasn't always my specialty.

I heard a small groan next and I looked over. Draco Malfoy lay next to me, eyes closed and nose scrunched up. The one thing I did remember, though, was that kiss last night and I sighed. I rubbed my face and turned over to look at him. He looked nice, but he also looked like he was irritated.

"It's rude to stare, Potter." He mumbled and I blushed wildly, not realizing he knew I was observing his features. I looked away rather quickly and cleared my throat, mumbling a soft apology before standing and moving to close the curtains completely. Instantly, I could see from the corner of my eye that Malfoy relaxed some. I guess the light was bothering him as well as me.

He sat up, looking over at me and sighing before he spoke, his voice a bit groggy. "Listen, Potter.." He trailed off and looked down at his lap, furrowing his brows. I could only sigh at the stupid lecture I was about to receive from Malfoy, probably because he thought they shagged or something.

"I know. I wont tell anyone, and just to clarify things we didn't.. y'know." I said, going back and laying back down in my previous spot. I heard Malfoy chuckle next to me and that ticked me off. How dare he laugh at me like that, none of this is a laughing matter. I turned over on my back and snapped at him. "Why the hell are you laughing, you bloody fool?! I don't recall saying anything funny."

Draco looked at him and scoffed. "You act like I'm stupid. I know we didn't fuck, I remember the events of last night rather well, you prick." I could hear hurt in his voice and all I could do is stare at him for a while before clearing my throat.

"So you remember that, in your drunken state, you kissed me and then complained about how 'uncomfortable' my very soft sofa was and how it was 'cold' even though the fireplace was well lit." I said back, making a mocking sound each time I repeated what Malfoy had said only hours ago just to sleep in here with me. Merlin knows why he wanted to, but he did and who was I to deny him at the time?

I felt him stiffen next to me, then looked at me. He then leaned over me, slamming his hands next to my head and growling slightly. "Don't you dare mock me. I know what I said and why I said it is none of your goddamn business. And as for the kiss, it was just a drunken mistake." I frowned and stared up at him, brows knitted together.

I could tell I pissed off Malfoy pretty badly, but he wasn't going to do anything. The only time he actually did something was when someone else was present. "So you kissed me for no reason, and asked to sleep in my bloody bed just because you can? I don't believe you, you arse." I snapped back at him and continued to stare at him. "Why don't you run home to your father a before he finds out where you're at, Malfoy."

The pale blonde stared at me for a while and rolled his eyes. "Or what? I think you're a bit jealous I have a fath-" My mouth hung open and I stared at him in disbelief. How dare he speak about my father or even mention something remotely close to the subject of my parents. "Harry- I didn't-"

"Leave." I said, obviously shaken by his words before I pushed him off of me and sat up. "How fucking dare you!" I yelled and pushed him once again, wanting him out of my house. I wanted to hide and let my sorrows get the best of me at that moment.

That was the breaking point for me. I couldn't hold it in, so I let it out. I let tears move down my cheeks silently as I looked away from Malfoy. In all of the years he's pestered me, he has never once seen or heard me cry. " Harry, I didn't mean it-"

"Shut up you dick. I let you into my home and let you stay because I didn't want you to humiliate yourself and now look. I am the one who ended up humiliated and hurt because you had to open that big mouth of yours. Sod off." I said, my voice soft and weak before I could even finish speaking. I could feel the bed shift and the mattress dipped down behind me. And before I knew it, I could feel him lay behind me and wrap an arm around me. Why was he doing this? Hadn't he caused enough negativity in his time here? Hadn't he humiliated me enough?

But to my surprise, he just lay there, holding onto me as I continued to let those silent tears fall from my eyes and wet the mattress. 'He's only playing with my mind.' I repeated over and over in my head, but not once did I push him away or tell him anything. I didn't want him to leave, I enjoyed the way he was trying to comfort me, even if he was the one who said that stuff and initiated this mess is the first place.

After about ten minutes of laying like that, I calmed down ever so slightly. Though, the tears wouldn't stop but I wasn't mad anymore. I was sad and I didn't want to yell. "Harry, will you please look at me?" Draco's voice had been soft and soothing. I thought he'd be furious that I pushed him and called him ridiculous, but he wasn't.

"I really didn't mean to say that. I was just mad and I wasn't thinking.." The man laying on his side and looking down at me, observing me face for a response was being kind. I didn't want to ruin experiencing this. Why? It felt nice, it made me feel wanted and loved, but I quickly took back that feeling. Loved? Not by Malfoy.

When I didn't say anything back, but only adverted my teary eyes, I felt his weight move ever so slightly again and he did something I never thought Draco would do in a sober state. He kissed me. And all I could do was freeze up and blush. He rose up slightly only to press his lips to each cheek and then looked at me. "Please stop crying. I didn't want to hurt you like that."

I stared up at him for a while, before gathering the courage to say something. "Draco, I-" I didn't know what to say to him, and so, I reached up and brought him back down close to my face and locked my red, swollen eyes with his calm ones. "Do that again." And he smiled at my response before replying softly, his voice low as if he only wanted me to hear his words.

"What? Kiss you?" He whispered, his breath hot on my lips and I only nodded slightly. And he did. He kissed me again, but this time he kissed me longer than before, longer than last night even. I kissed him back, my hands fisting at his hair gently.

There was that feeling I felt earlier when Draco had been holding me. I definitely felt wanted and even loved as our lips moved together and our bodies pressed into one another. It made my heart jump and when he pulled away, I felt dizzy and fuzzy. Not in a bad way, no. In the 'oh my god I have feelings for my rival' sort of thing, you know? No?

"Better?" He asked and I nodded, offering him a small smile. "Good, you wanna go out? Get some food? Maybe go to another club?" He asked, smirking his signature smirk before chuckling. I sat up and shrugged.

"In all honestly, clubbing sounds nice. But lunch with you sounds better." I said, rubbing my stinging eyes and running my hands through my hair in an attempt to make it look decent and not sticking out in every direction. "Or, we could do both. I'll pay for lunch?" I asked and smiled kindly, yet apologetically at him. I felt bad he had to witness me blubbering and stuff, so I thought lunch would make up for that.

"Sounds like a plan. " He said and I nodded, standing and walking to my wardrobe closet. I pulled out some fresh and clean clothes before I turned and looked at Draco.

"I'm going to shower right quick, you can have one after if you'd like?" I offered but I could see that suggestive look on his face from a mile away. I quickly cleared my throat and looked away before opening a door that led to a master bathroom looked back at Draco.

'Remember, Harry. You're living it up.' A small thought practically screamed inside of my head before I smiled to myself. "Are you coming or not? To shower with me?" I said and he scrambled to his feet and hurried inside of the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and locking it.

((hope you enjoyed. I'm not quite sure if I am going to do any rated R writings in the next chapter but I'll let you know before the chapter begins.))