We Were Just Boys {DracoxHarry}

Surprise Surprise:

Harry's P.O.V

I watch as Draco slowly takes a seat in the red armchair, a twitch playing on the corners of his lips. I don't think he's as cold-hearted as he makes himself out to be.  A model Slytherin if I  ever saw one. 

"So...?"

"So...?" he responds. 

"Malfoy, you brought me here. It's your call."

"Awh, Potty's giving someone else a chance to speak for once. How nice of him," Draco smirks.

"Shut up and just talk."

I'm getting restless. The Golden Boy can only stay in one place for so long. I need to move. 

Draco sees my hand twitching on the armrest and places his hand on top of mine, calming me. 

"No need to be so antsy, Potter," he says, removing his hand. I don't know why I'm hurt when he does. "Anyway," he continues. "I- I wanted to tell you something that I've never actually told anyone before."

"Well, this is weird. But carry on then," i say and he glares at me.

"I- I'm.."

"Spit it out Malfoy."

"I'm bisexual," he lets out in a rush. My heart flutters for a moment, could this actually be happening? I try to calm myself and wipe the shock from my face, covering the squeak I just made with a cough.

I reply, smoothly, now that my voice is under control, "I think we finally have something in common."

"I guess this explains the Amortentia incident then,"  he says, starting to blush.

"Are you blushing, Malfoy?"

"What? No. Malfoy's don't blush." His hands move up to his face, and his hair falls into his eyes. I realize that for once he doesn't have any product in it, and I can't help but want to run my fingers through it. 

I stand up and move my chair closer to his, before sitting down again. 

This is crazy. I'm not about to do what I'm about to do. And then I do it.

I lean closer to Draco and gently brush his hair out of his eyes. He lools absolutely terrified. I pull back.

"Do you think we could be friends, Malfoy?"

He mutters something that sounds like 'friends with benefits more like'. "Sorry, I didn't get that," my lips twitching.

"Oh, I said sure, that'd be great Potter."

"No no, I heard what you said. Friends with benefits might be nice too," I grin. Ah, there he goes looking terrified again. Since when do Malfoy's get scared? I guess, theres alot we don't know about each other.

Draco says nothing in return, he just grips his armrest even tighter. I know it's getting late, probably past curfew already. I brought the invisiblity cloak just in case.

"Okay, Drakey, it's getting late. Do you want me to walk you back to the dungeons?"

For once, he isn't hiding behind a mask or anything. He looks genuinely happy, maybe, as he replys, "I'd like that."

So, I take him by the hand and lead him out of the room of requirement, sending a bloody thank you to whatever God's out there. I pull out the cloak and throw it over both of our heads, making sure we're completely covered, somehow managing never to let go of his hand. I have to force myself to remember that we're still only friends.

The walk back to his Slytherin lair is quiet. We barely speak, yet at some point I ask what his favorite color is. He responds with green, what else was I expecting. Yet, he looks into my eyes when he says it and my heart beats so fast I'm sure he can hear it.

I look back up to see where we're going and I see their painting come into view. We stop in front of it, both of us not wanting to let go. My heart's still racing and Draco looks like a mix of excited and scared.

The next moment, he's cupping my jaw with his hands and shoving me into the wall next to the Slytherin entrance. Before I can blink his lips are pushing against mine almost hungry like. I'm kissing back within a second, my hands going up to his hair.

I pull back after a minute, breathing hard. "Wow, I always took you for a bottom Draco."

"I'm flexible," he responds with a shrug and a smile playing on his lips. Those kissable lips. "And since when do you call me Draco?"

"Since now."

"Well, we should really do this again sometime. But for now, goodnight Harry," he says, the last part almost childlike. That's when I know that I want to know every single thing about my ex- enemy standing in front of me.

"Goodnight, Drakey Poo," kissing him on the cheek once more before pulling back on the invisibility cloak and heading back to my common room.

"Don't call me that ever again," he calls after me.

"You like it," I say turning back around to see him smile again before going through the painting. I turn and start back, suddenly feeling very very tired. This is the first night in a while that I might not have any nightmares, I think to myself. I go through the painting and slide into my bed, seeing as Hermoine's gone to bed as well.

This has been some night. I guess there really is a fine line between love and hate. Maybe lust is the healthy middle. I don't really care what it is at this point, I just know that I never want to let it go.