Drarry One-shots

Creep (3)

Part 3 of the small series Creep
Word count ; 900+
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"No Pansy I told you I don't want to talk about why I have another headache or why there is broken glass in the damned common room!" Storming past the brunette, Draco attempted to escape Pansy's interrogation.

He truly feared that one day he wouldn't so easily fool her, that day was definitely drawing near; broken glass and headaches were becoming regular for Draco and Pansy was not stupid.

Catching his sleeve before he could make a clean getaway Pansy began to scold the poor blonde," Draco Lucius Malfoy! I cannot take this anymore! Almost every day this week you've had a headache of sorts! You need to stop drinking!"

Bitterly, Draco stiffened," I have no clue what you are talking about dear Pansy, I'm simply dehydrated."

"Oh yes, it's simply dehydration." Rolling her eyes she stood unamused.

"Yes, that is the only thing plaguing me at the moment dear," He replied sweetly," Now if you'll excuse me..."

All day Draco has been avoiding Harry, he hasn't even given the boy a chance to prove he even wants to talk. Draco doesn't want to, so it doesn't matter what the other boy thinks. There is nothing to discuss and Draco rather not face confrontation or humiliation more so than he already has.

Unfortunately for Draco, Harry has had enough bullshit, so as Draco exits the common room sliding past Pansy he runs smack into none other than the golden boy himself.

Bitterly, Draco mumbles under is breath," Fuck."

"Malfoy. Tell me exactly what the fuck is going on."

"What are you on about saint Potty?" Sneering was easier, now that he wasn't drunk.

Pulling the blonde by his robes into a narrow corridor, Harry pressed his back flat against the cool stone of Hogwarts," You know exactly what I mean. You cannot kiss me while you're bloody pissed and pretend you don't remember. I know damn well you'd remember kissing me of all people, unless you were too far gone to remember anything and in that case I'm surprised you even followed me to the kitchens."

Wide-eyed and gobsmacked Draco stood flush against the stone, cheeks scorching at the confrontation," I-I, Um.. Uh..." The Slytherin lost his cool, caught off guard and a complete mess.

Smirking at this reaction, Harry knew Draco remembered everything perfectly. What caught him off guard was the overwhelming feeling of lust and urning he felt having Draco pressed defenselessly against the wall, completely at his disposal.

"I'm so fucking confused and you are making it so much worse Draco, so much worse," Harry's words trailed off as he noticed the short distance between both of them, eyes wandering to lips back to eyes.

From the look in Harry's eyes and words off his lips, Draco practically melted at his feet in a whimper, luckily, he bit his tongue instead.

At his lost of energy and composure, the pale Slytherin had nothing to lose," I know... I'm just a fucking creep, go back to your heteronormative world. I promise my poof-arse won't bother you ever again."

"How do you know what I am when you haven't even asked?" Their eyes held contact, green eyes challenging gray.

"I just do," The bitterness was back, masking hurt.

Truth be told Draco had no clue but the idea seemed so far-fetched it never came up. Ginny always seemed like his damned soulmate.

"But you really don't, you fucking prat," Harry drove Draco's slim shoulders into the stones further with frustration.

"Oh then enlighten me," rolling his eyes tiredly Draco bit back lazily.

He might've seemed unphased but his heart was practically pounding through his chest to the point he was scared Harry would hear it.

"Fuck you," Just as Draco realized the words had a double meaning, the feeling of something warm and chapped hit his lips.

Harry-fucking-Potter was kissing him.

And it felt amazing, and Draco's mind could barely process what all of this meant at once. If Harry kissed him first that meant he shared the feeling? He wasn't alone? The golden boy was possibly gay?

Testing the waters, his lips slowly responded. This encouraged Harry to run a hand into the blond's hair, tugging lightly which triggered an almost inaudible noise from Draco's throat.

He wasn't supposed to want this, he wasn't supposed to enjoy this... But neither was the dear golden boy pressing him into the wall.

They stayed that way for awhile, lips moving against one another's. It wasn't drunken and messy, it was slow and full of built up emotions. Draco could practically feel Harry's need to be understood, and he did.

He completely, wholeheartedly understood everything the green-eyed boy felt. He had been going through the same confusion after all, but now they could experience it together.

The two boys eventually broke for air panting quietly, foreheads pressed gently. Slowly, Draco's grey eyes met crisp emeralds staring straight at him with a look of excitement.

How could a boy completely taking over his whole body still look so adorable? At this thought Draco broke out into a fit of laughter.

Harry soon followed chuckling into Draco's neck, breathing in his beautiful scent.

This was the first laugh they shared not at each other's expenses, and it was Draco's new favorite memory.

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Author note:
Alright that's it thats the end! Unless someone wants me to write another part I think this is the best ending I have at the moment. If you have suggestions or corrections even, feel free to comment.