The Tattoo {drarry}

004

Here it is! So many of you have been asking for another chapter I just couldn't refuse! I really hope this doesn't disappoint! I plan to write some more chapters now that summer is in full swing and I have a lot more free time on my hands. :)

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Draco's feet softly padded down the stairs the next morning. He was greeted by Harry, shirtless in pajama bottoms, giving him a cup of black coffee-his favorite.

Harry's inner wrist was visible, and Draco stared at the tattoo. It was an exact replica. Anyone from the wizarding world would be able to recognize it.

"What will you do now?" Draco questioned Harry, "How will you explain this to everyone?"

"They'll understand," Harry simply responded, taking a sip of his coffee, which in Draco's opinion he had put way too much creamer in.

"How can you be sure?" Draco moved to take a seat, "Ron's always had a hatred for me, this isn't going to help our case very much."

Harry pulled out a chair and took a seat next to him. "I really could not give a damn what Ron thinks," He pointed out.

"About the tattoo or even you," he added after second thought.

Draco scoffed. "As if! You never stand up for yourself, I always end up doing it for you."

"Well, maybe you're just my knight in shining armor," Harry said, giving Draco a soft kiss on his cheek before standing up and walking over to the kitchen to add even more creamer to his coffee.

Draco rolled his eyes. "What about the ministry? They are not going to take kindly to your new statement." Draco said, just having realized this.

"I'll cover it up, don't worry," Harry said from the kitchen.

"You're supposed to be taking care of dark wizards, and now you have the defining mark of them."

"Not all of them," Harry said nodding at Draco.

Draco still looked into Harry's eyes with concern. Harry had already gone through hell, and here he was, putting himself in harm's way, for his benefit.

"I'm worried about you. I've had enough close calls, and I hide my mark fairly well." Draco said, resting his face in his palms. "I love you so much, and it would kill me if something were to happen to you." Draco's voice cracked, and he tried to hide it, but tears were already rolling down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey, it's fine, I'll be okay," Harry said, rushing over and wrapping his arms around Draco's shaking form in the chair. "I know how to take care of myself, you know that."

"Your life would be so much easier without me." Draco choked before a new wave of sobs overcame him.

"Oh, God Draco," Harry said, shaking his head. "You are so wrong. My life would be a mess without you," now Harry was crying too, the tears falling onto Draco's head. "Bloody hell, I'm not even sure I'd be here if I didn't have you."

Draco turned his head up and placed his lips on Harry's. The kiss was salty, from the abundance of tears from the boys' eyes, but neither seemed to care. The kiss was a desperate one, each boy needing it just as much as the other. Now Harry was straddling Draco's lap, his hands tangled in his hair.

Harry kept his lips on Draco's until his lungs began to burn. They both pulled away gasping.

"The first time I kissed you, in that broom shed, " Harry said in between shallow breaths, looking into Draco's eyes "One kiss, I was totally hooked. Addicted to you."

Draco stood up, and as he did, Harry wrapped his legs around him, his forehead resting on Draco's.

"Let's continue what we started last night?" Draco questioned, raising his eyebrow.

"God, I thought you'd never ask."