Kiss Me | Drarry

Sept

"Harry!"

Draco stood up again, and Harry couldn't control his heaving breaths. Draco just looked at him with a slightly frightened look but wouldn't step back.

"Harry, don't do anything dumb," Blaise said as he stepped between the two.

Harry slowly moved his intense gaze from Draco to Blaise. Blaise slightly faltered but kept his hand a few inches from his chest.

"The only dumb thing I did was listen to Ginny. You guys probably set this up, didn't you?" Harry spat out, glaring at Ginny.

"Harry, please. I wouldn't do that to you, especially with how upset you were," Ginny tried to reason.

Harry looked back at Draco how was looking at the pool table. He clearly looked like he didn't want to be there. The universe thought that their confrontation couldn't wait.

"Guys, take this outside. You're creating a commotion," said a voice.

Harry assumed it was one of the bartenders. Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the exit. She was a bit frazzled and kept apologizing to Harry. He felt bad, now, that he'd blamed her. They headed straight to their car when a voice called out.

"Harry!"

Draco.

Harry turned and saw Draco standing near the entrance of the bar. Blaise was standing next to him as if he were a support. He was a support. Harry walked to Draco, Ginny following.

"What do you want?" he asked coldly.

"I... I wanted to-to apologize for the message you saw. And... and well I wanted to explain myself," he stammered out.

A big part of Harry told him to just run away. To not be swayed by a possible lie. But Harry just nodded slowly and Draco began.

"First of all, I'm truly sorry for the pain I've caused you. I know I probably don't deserve this chance but I'm, uh, I'm giving it a shot because well, the text you saw was from someone in my past-"

"Someone like an ex?"

"Yeah...something like that. I should've blocked their number before but I never did because I thought that it wouldn't be a problem. I just deleted their number."

"Is that why I couldn't recognize the number?"

"Yeah. Well, she...she's a high end prostitute. She got attached to me I guess and she used to text me when she wasn't 'busy'. I know it probably sounds like a big lie but it's the truth."

"So you had a thing with a prostitute and now she's your once-in-a-while side chick? That's such a pathetic excuse! Oh my god, I can't believe I actually want to hear you out," Harry cried out in disbelief.

Draco's hopeful expression turned into one of outrage. Harry didn't notice as he scoffed and turned to walk away.

"It's the truth! Honestly, I'm surprised I'm going through all this effort for you. I've never stuck around for anyone before yet here I am, going through all this explaining, for you. You think you know everything just cuz you were special once. Well, you don't. I know what's the truth and it's not that I'd cheat on you," Draco burst out.

Harry's back was turned but Draco could see Harry's clenched fists. But Draco didn't care. He was angry. They were both angry, and stubborn, and they'd argue until the sun rose. Harry had trouble collecting his thoughts. Draco had said all sorts of things. But two things stuck out: Draco cared for Harry and Draco never stuck around.

"Not sticking around? That says a lot. Why should I risk my happiness for something that might not even happen?"

Draco realized he shouldn't have said what he did. He fumbled for his words but couldn't find any that could express his desperation. His anger. His need for Harry. Harry scowled again and looked at Draco expectantly. He was starting to walk away.

"Because I care for you!" Draco yelled out louder than he'd anticipated. "Because I fucking care for you! I care for you more than I've cared about anyone before! I always thought you might've been a simple crush back in the day but no. Harry... I've made mistakes that I mostly regret before but going head over heels for you... I don't regret that at all."

Harry was silent and Draco felt his face go hot with embarrassment. He'd just confessed some of his innermost feelings out loud and in public. He only hoped the reaction was positive.

Harry was shocked. He didn't know what to say and he tried processing everything that was happening. He was brought back into reality by Ginny's touch. She'd said something about having to leave. Draco cared about him. He'd basically admitted to loving him. It all seemed to good to be true.

"I..." he muttered out, trying to formulate the words. Then he truly processed what Draco said. Past mistakes that he regretted. Yet he'd said Harry was something he didn't regret.

"I want to make something clear. You've made mistakes you've regretted... but you don't regret me. That implies your liking of me was a mistake. It was never supposed to happen. Why's that?"

Draco closed in eyes and nodded. Of course he'd make that mistake while professing his love. Of course he would.

"I didn't mean to-"

"That what did you mean? Cuz I still have trouble understanding you."

Draco felt helpless as he watched Harry cross his arms at him. His trembling lips couldn't form any words.

"I meant that I don't regret anything that had to do with you. Because you were one of the... are one of the best things to have ever happened to me," Draco said softly.

They were almost like a sigh. But that sigh reached Harry's ears and Harry felt lost. His spirits were lifted but he knew he couldn't answer at the moment. Draco was breathing hard for his burden of emotions had finally left him.

"Bye Draco."

With a punch to the gut, Draco saw as Harry sped off to be picked up by Hermione. Draco staggered backwards, being caught by Blaise's arms.

He didn't notice how much he was crying until Blaise had offered him some napkins in his car.

"He loves you. I could see it in the way he acted at the end. He could never truly hate you, Draco," Blaise said in a voice as soft as honey and a tone as calm as a gentle spring breeze.

He couldn't help but muttering, "Is it alright if I hate him right now?"

"Hate him for what?"

Draco looked out the car window.

"Loving him."