When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 18. Picnic

-Draco's pov-

Wonderfully warm. That was the first thought I had that morning. I was pressed against the wall with an arm around my waist. Who is it? I shortly panicked before I realised it was Harry. Harry was hugging me. It was a so absurd thought that I almost laughed. I decided to enjoy this as long as it lasted. I curled closer to the already close Harry, felt his arms around me, smelt his scent. A scent I didn't want to forget for the rest of my life. Well, it's not that long left so it might even be true.

-Harry's pov-

Draco moved closer to me. Was he awake? I couldn't tell. I hadn't slept many hours that night. Draco's scent was everywhere. On the pillow, blanket, sheets... And on himself of course.

I wanted him to turn around. I wanted to see his face, trace his features.

I frowned. What has gotten into me recently? Looking into Draco's mind... It's made me weird. It's made me think about things I've never thought of before. Why am I thinking this? Why do it feels so good to hold him? I've got this urge to protect him and it's seriously starting to scare me.

Draco turned around. The sun shone on his eyes making them glow beautifully. How could a person this beautiful be a victim of so evil things? He looked at me, obviously newly awaken.

"Hi." he said groggy.

"Hi." I answered in a whisper. Looking at his red lips. Was I really gay? How could that be? I'd clearly felt attracted to Hanna, I liked girls. But... I wasn't really so sure when I looked at Draco.

"I'll make breakfast." I said, getting up and left the room. If I'd stayed any longer I might have done something I would regret.

Tomorrow McGonagall will come to get us back to Hogwarts.

I sighed and prepared some sandwiches. I got an idea. Can't we have a picnic? That would be pretty fun.

When Draco got down I told him about my idea and he liked it, so we packed our things and went out. Besides the lake we was at yesterday there was a grass field. We made ourselves comfortable and prepared our breakfast. The breeze was nice and the sun shone warmly. I looked at Draco who sat on the opposite end of the picnic blanket.

We ate and talked and just was there. We haven't done much more than talking during our stay here, but we didn't need anything more than that. I said something funny and Draco laughed. I realised I liked his laugh. I liked the relaxed way he sat on the blanket, like he didn't have a worry in the world. When we we're here, he felt safe. He allowed himself to let go of his mask and just be with me.

Once again I wondered how it would feel like to kiss him, but I pushed the thought away, frustrated.

"I'm happy. Thank you Harry. I never knew the world had such a beautiful place like this. Like the house, the forest... I never knew."

I looked at Draco. He was smiling. I smiled back.

"You're welcome, I've had a great time here with you. You're by far a much better person than I thought."

"No I'm not Harry. It's my fault that I did and said those things. It was all me."

He looked sad.

"You had to, right? It wasn't your choice, and you can't lie to me, Draco. I've seen how you felt after saying those things. I've seen how you felt all those years. It's not something you decided. It was something your father decided for you."

-Draco's pov-

Is he defending me now? My cheeks hurt, but I couldn't stop smiling.

"Well, but you didn't necessarily had to hex my robes to Hufflepuff ones in third year." he laughed. I remembered that, his reaction had been fun, I'd laugh my ass off at how he tried to turn them back, without succession.

"Well, what can I say, it was a fun sight." I threw a yellow banana at him. He looked up with a surprised expression, then a grin got over his face and he stood up approaching me.

I got up on my legs too and started running. He followed me, and thanks to his daily training and my lack of it, he caught up pretty easy. He tickled me and I couldn't stand up, laughing I fell to the ground. We rolled around in the soft grass as we fought. Harry pinned me down, sitting on me with a triumphant grin on his face.

"I won." he declared.

"This time." I said.

Harry got off me and reached out his hand. I took it and he helped me up.

We got back to the picnic blanket and ate up the rest of the food. I was surprised how easily I could eat.

I realised that it was actually fun to eat. I didn't have any reason to leave, I didn't want to finish food as fast as possible and curl up in my room. No, I wanted to stay here, I wanted the moment to never end. To sit here forever together with Harry.

Harry must have realised that I ate more than usual. Because his face light up and he nodded in appreciation.

We packed up our things and headed back to the house. The rest of the day we spent like every other, talking, playing, reading.

-Harry's pov-

Sunday. It's actually Sunday. McGonagall was here and we're currently packing our things. We're going to leave. We're going to enter the real world. Somehow, I've come to think about this place as surreal. A fantasy place, and when we return to Hogwarts, things will turn back to the way it used to. Draco'll go back to the mean git, after all, he can't let his father know that something's wrong. Draco is terrified of his father. Draco will do everything he father asks of him, without hesitation. He is afraid. I want to protect him. I really do want to save Draco. I want to hold him... Kiss him... How would it feel? To touch those lips? How would it taste like? Will I ever get a chance to do it? He'll return to the git! I don't want that! How can it change it? This might be my last..

We we're waking to the road leading to the place where McGonagall waited.

I turned around. Draco walked into me. Surprised. I dropped my bags to the ground. Took a firm grip on his shoulders... And pulled him towards me. Our lips met and it was better than I could imagine. The anger I felt when I thought about what the others have been doing to this mouth made me want to erase all left overs.

I kissed him. I kissed Draco and I liked it. A lot. Draco had dropped his bags and stood still. Probably still in shock. But when the shock went and he realised what was happening, he answered to the kiss. Almost desperately. I realised that I was almost as desperate as him. My hand went trough his blonde hair and his arms was around my neck.

I slid my tongue along his lip, as if asking for permission, and Draco opened his mouth. Our tongues met and it turned into a long, wet kiss.

After a while I withdraw. I gazed into his eyes. His beautiful eyes. And saw nothing but happiness. Draco was happy. I made him happy. I picked up my bags from the ground and Draco did the same.

We walked a bit awkward besides each other to the waiting professor McGonagall.