Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Twenty-Four

Draco and Harry slowly broke off the kiss. Draco didn't know how to feel. He felt his cheeks begin to burn as he slowly traced his fingers over his lips.

"That was...-"

"Different," Harry cut him off.

"Yes, But-"

"Passionate,"

"I guess, Bu-"

"Amazing."

Before Draco could Process what Harry had said, Harry grabbed him by his hips and pulled him closer, their lips connecting once more. But this time, it was more heated.

Draco took no time in kissing back, and moved his hands to Harry's chest, not knowing what else to do with them. He slowly pushed Harry against the wall, Harry's hands still gripping his waist.
Harry bit in Draco's bottom lip, making Draco gasp, which allowed Harry to slide his tongue into his mouth.

Their tongues battled for dominance, Harry's winning in less than six seconds.

Harry moved one hand away from Draco's hips and to his cheek, gently cupping it, as if Draco would break if he touched him too rough.
But the way they were kissing, it surprised Draco how gentle his touch was.

Harry broke the kiss and kissed down Draco's jaw line, moving down to his neck.

Draco bit back a moan once Harry hit his weak spot, but Harry caught on, smirking.
Harry bit and sucked on Draco's weak spot, causing Draco to inhale a sharp breath.
Draco tried resisting his moans, but he couldn't hold them back, and a few escaped his lips.
He whispered Harry's name a few times. Each 'Harry' was always followed by a soft moan.

Harry trailed back up Draco's neck, planting a soft, delicate kiss on Draco's parted lips.

Draco's mind was hazed over, and he was in a slight daze.
Finally, Harry had kissed him.
And not even one of those short pecks - they had a full on make-out session.

Draco swallowed, afraid to open his eyes incase he was just dreaming - or if it was actually Astoria whom he was kissing.

But eventually, he opened his eyes, meeting eye's with Harry's brilliant jade green ones.

"Dr--"

"What in the hell?!" A voice shrieked.

Harry immediately let go of Draco's hips, and Draco jumped back, spinning around to meet Astoria's shocked expression.
Her mouth was hung opened, and her eyes wide, her fists clenching to the side of her.

"Ast-"

"What the bloody hell were you two doing?!"

"We-"

"What did it look like?" Harry scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned farther into the wall, a sneer taking place on his face.

Draco glared back at Harry, but Harry just shrugged it off.

"I'd say snogging-- I must be seeing things." She mumbled the last part more to herself than anyone as she placed a delicate hand over her forehead, "there's no way in hell Draco would be - gay! And for Harry Potter nonetheless! Especially when he has someone like me willing to date him!"

Draco bit the inside of his cheek, you'd be surprised.

"I guess your predictions were wrong, weren't they?" Harry asked, matter-o-factly, "Maybe you should take a few lessons with Professor. Trelawney."

"Draco!" Astoria whined. "He's joking, right?"

Draco didn't have time to respond, because Harry beat him to it.

"I'm not," He snapped, "Infact, that's not the first time we've kissed. We've kissed multiple other times as well."

No. No no no no no. Don't- don't tell her that!

"Oh, and most of them started with him kissing me."

Fuck you, Potter. She's going to tell my father. I'm dead. Gone. I might as well just throw(yeet) myself off this tower now.

Astoria's eyes became glossy and her face turned to a crimson red. She clenched her fists before storming out of the tower.

"Potter!" Draco snapped, turning to face the green-eyed boy.

"What?" Harry asked innocently, as if he hadn't done anything.

Draco weaved a hand through his platinum hair, causing his bangs to fall losely infront of his face, "No. No no no no no." Draco mumbled.

Harry dropped his act, concern flooding his veins, "Draco? What's wrong? Was it what I said?" He asked, pushing himself off the cobble wall and standing infront of Draco; gently grabbing Draco's shoulders.

"She's...-" Draco choked.
He couldn't speak.
He was afraid.
He was afraid of what would happen to not only him, but Harry.

"She's what? Draco - what's wrong?" Concern was laced in Harry's words.

"She-" Draco choked once more, tears stinging the back of his eyes.

His eyes were glued to the ground, one of his hands still on the top of his head, left there from weaving half-way through his hair, whilst the other was placed over his lips.

"Draco, Please tell me." Harry spoke quietly, bending down to meet Draco's eyes.

Draco shrugged his hands off, "She's going..." tears made their way to the front of his eyes, "To..."

He tried to hold them back, but anxiety was filling him. Every worst-case-scenario was playing through his head. He felt his mouth go dry and his body go hot; fear coursing through his veins in replacement of blood.

"To what?"

Draco finally looked up, meeting Harry's eyes, his eyes glossed over, "She's... she's going to tell-" he swallowed, covering his mouth with a shaking hand, "She's going to tell my father," his voice was muffled from his hand.

Tears slowly began streaking his cheeks.

"Your dad? He's in azkaban... he can't do anything." Harry stated.

"Yes he can." Draco's insisted, "There's still other death eaters that havent been caught- all he has to do is figure out how to tell them." Draco's voice cracked.

Harry shook his head and pulled Draco into him, having Draco grip onto his back; Harry's shirt filling his fists.

But Draco wasn't crying for himself. Nor was he worried about himself.
He was worried about Harry. About what they'd do to him.
Harry just got out of hell.
And now he might have to go through it all over again.

All because of Draco.