The Ugly Truth 〚drarry〛

truth #16

January 24

Truth #16: "I want to make this work."

It was the day after the kiss, and Draco found his heart pounding at every moment. He knew he'd have to face Harry eventually, but it was hard to think about, especially after Draco ran out of the classroom after they broke from the kiss. He regretted running, but he shouldn't regret it; Harry was married, he had no right to kiss him.

The first two periods of the day went by horribly slowly, and Draco's nerves were on fire. He could barely focus on the class, so instead of teaching, he just assigned more work. The students hated this of course, but Draco couldn't bring himself to care. Harry was just across that hallway. He was probably wearing a tie, like always, and his glasses would be on his face. His lips would no longer be so deliciously swollen, which Draco wanted to fix but knew he couldn't. Harry wasn't his. He was Ginny's.

And so, when the bell for third period rang, Draco felt his stomach sink to the floor. His students left quickly, leaving the science teacher all alone with his thought.

Draco watched the clock tick on for a few minutes before sighing and getting out some assignments he had to mark. Maybe Harry regretted the kiss, maybe Harry wouldn't show up at all. Draco didn't know if that made him feel relieved or just downright depressed.

The door, however, did open eventually, and Draco looked up even though he knew who it was. Harry stood at the door, and Draco felt his eyes widen. Harry was wearing a midnight black suit with tight pants and no glasses on his face. His hair was still messy as always, but Draco was glad he didn't try to tame it, because he liked it. Harry looked almost completely unlike himself, and Draco felt curiosity along with desire because God, he looked amazing.

Harry walked up to his desk, feet thudding against the floor. Draco watched his every step, unable to take his eyes off him. He was absolutely stunning in every way, and in the back of his head, Draco hoped that he was dressed up for him.

"Hi, Draco," he greeted, and Draco felt his heart thudding in his chest. It felt like the breath was knocked out of him.

"Hi," he breathed, suddenly feeling nervous. Harry was here, and Draco was so happy about that, but why? Why come when there was no way they could be together?

"I want to ask you something," Harry said, and Draco's anxiety escalated. Somewhere deep down inside, he hoped to God that there was some sort of miracle and there was a way they could be together, but how unrealistic was that.

Draco nodded, his throat constricted. "What do you want? More than anything else?" Harry asked, and fire raced through Draco's veins, accompanied by shock.

He looked at Harry, who was standing in front of his desk with straight shoulders and completely formal attire, and realized that he wanted nothing more than the man in front of him. He was reluctant to admit this, of course, but he realized that he already had yesterday when he confessed.

"I want to make this work," he said, after deciding to tell the truth. He watched as Harry's serious face twisted into a brilliant smile. He lit up like the fucking stars, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Quickly, he raced around the desk, and when he stood in front of Draco, he bent down and swooped the science teacher into an intense embrace.

Draco felt himself freeze with confusion, but he knew his questions would be answered eventually, so he hugged back Harry with all his power, fearing the moment they would have to pull away. His heart continued to beat hard in his chest but the dreadful feeling in his stomach melted away as Harry's arms tightened around him.

Harry did pull away eventually, and with the bright smile he was still wearing, Draco felt it was only good news he had to bear. He felt hope blooming in his chest because God, he wanted this man so bad, and maybe he had a chance despite what he previously thought.

"I didn't want to say anything until it was over and done with," Harry told him, his voice light and excited, and reached into his the inside of his jacket. When he brought his hand out, he was holding a piece of paper, and Draco heart skipped a beat. Was that...?

Harry passed the paper to Draco, who opened it with fumbling and shaking fingers. He took one glance at the paper and shoved it somewhere on his desk. It was what he thought it was, it was official, it was happening, he was getting everything he ever wanted and God he couldn't breathe.

Harry was all he ever wanted, and now, he was his.

Draco shot up from his chair and practically threw himself at Harry, their lips colliding in a mixture of desperation and joy. Draco's arms quickly wrapped themselves around Harry's neck, pulling him as close as possible. He craved contact, and God, he felt so incredibly intoxicated and light because Harry was his and this was all he wanted.

He pulled away quickly. "I love you," he said, his arms still wrapped around
Harry's neck. Harry smiled and laughed lightly.

"What're you, gay?" Harry joked, and Draco laughed joyfully before pulling him into another searing kiss. Their bodies were so close but despite that Draco still wanted to get closer. He wanted Harry, he wanted all of him, all the good bits and the bad.

Harry pulled away again. "I love you too," he said with a smile. Draco, to his own horror, was beginning to tear up.

"Why did you never tell me you were getting a divorce?" Draco questioned, his mind back on the piece of paper on his desk. He didn't know what he was expecting Harry to do earlier, but he certainly never expected to be handed divorce papers. He was so happy, though, he was so fucking happy. Draco Malfoy never got what he really wanted. Now he had, and God, it felt amazing.

"I had a plan. I would make the divorce official, then I would go to your classroom, confess to you and kiss you senseless. You kinda ruined that with your confession," he explained with a smile, and Draco felt himself turning giddy.

"God, I love you," he repeated, pulling Harry into yet another kiss, not being able to get enough of him. Harry's kisses were seriously addicting and Draco felt so happy knowing he could indulge in this specific addiction. He had been Harry's for so long, and finally, Harry was his.

All was well, and Draco had a feeling it would stay that way.