Demortia

Chapter20: And finally...

It had been two days since Harry and Draco had kissed each other in the school hall, two days that Harry had not gotten out of bed, two days that Draco had not got out of bed, two days that they were central to all conversations.

Harry did not dare leave the sanctuary of his bed. Not that he was ashamed, no ... He had acted by instinct, it was gregarious, it was beyond his control ... It was desire, attraction ... No, he could not be ashamed of having I wanted to kiss Draco. He was not ashamed to want to start again either.

He was just scared ... It was strange for him fear, she had never stopped before, she had always pushed him to act instead. But there, he was paralyzed ... He had never been confronted with love finally. How was one supposed to react to too many feelings?

Hiding in bed was certainly not the best solution ... Malfoy must have been moping in the Great Hall for two days.

He had to see him, he had to apologize ... Never mind if Malfoy was a guy, he could not miss a chance to be loved and maybe love back.

He jumped up, opened his curtains and prepared to go out. At the last moment, he turned around smiling.

"Before, a shower," he ordered to himself.

Draco did not want to leave his bed. Not until Blaise told him that Potter had not come out of his fucking dorm.

What was this Potter in the end? First, he was sucked by a bitch then he did not know and then he dismounted his feelings, he had the same dreams as his own, after he kissed him and he kissed again, again, again and again ...

Draco wanted to cry ... This time, he was sure he wanted to cry. He ordered with all his heart tears to sink ... But these traitoresses preferred to let him suffer, burn his eyes, show him the dryness of his heart ...

Two days that Gryffindor of misfortune was not coming out ... He wanted to hide? Renounce his attraction to him? Out of the question !

Malfoy's faith, Draco would not let things happen alone! If we had to force fate, he would!

He got out of bed, determined as ever. He rushed into the bathroom automatically and prepared as quickly as he could.

He was going to find Harry, tell him his four truths, kiss him, lay him down on a table and make love to him until his desire was appeased for at least three hours.

He would show her that when a Malfoy gives her love, one takes it without resisting!

Harry arrived in the Great Hall with a big smile. Immediately, he looked at the Slytherin table, looking for the blond hair he had decided to enjoy.

No blond hair ...

He searched all around him but no trace of the Slytherin.

Maybe he had not come down to breakfast yet. Still, Malef ... Draco was always the first to go down the week.

Slightly disappointed, he went to sit at his table, his friends looking at him with wide eyes, surprised to see that he had finally decided to get out of his cocoon.

Draco ran out of breath through the castle, he wanted to arrive as fast as possible in front of the Gryffindor board. He still did not know how he would do to talk to Harry, he would find out about it.

When he arrived in front of the Gryffindor board, he stopped and asked the Fat Lady if there was a way to see Harry Potter.

The painting burst out laughing ...

- Is it to see the young Potter that you come here some nights?

Draco scowled.

- This is none of your business ! Is he still here?