My model, my lover (Drarry) ✓

Chapter 4

"Harry..."

"Yeah?" He says without moving from his position. Draco found it hard to reply, unsure why he even said his name aloud.

"It's nice to say your name." He managed to spit out, realising how stupid it sounded. Harry knows he hasn't been in any relationship before, right? He knows his sex experience is zero? He knows how many girls he rejected.

Oh, fuck.

"Did you read the personal data list?" Draco asks instead, trying to maintain his cool. It was hard, however, extremely hard. For starters, the room seemed hot for absolutely no reason at all. It was air conditioned. He briefly wondered if Harry was cold, considering he wasn't wearing anything at all. There was a naked boy in the already hot room, posing in some sexual position. Yeah, that's a good reason to not be cool. All the more if the naked boy is your Friend, and someone you like.

"No. Think it's better to know the person by interaction. Thinking about whatever they have on that paper a) crafts an impression in your head and b) is really stressful. I have to keep thinking of the list to refer to. It sounds like an audition. That's scary." Harry laughs it off. "I'm meant to read it, aren't I? It's a popular kid thing, right?"

"Y-you don't have to." He answers, realising his eyes are wandering in the wrong direction. No, focus on the subject matter. He's a subject matter. Just a talking one, like every other model in art school. Exactly. Talking subject matter. Talking subject matter. Naked subject matter. Naked hot boy who is your crush.

Fuck.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks. "Is it your health condition? Do you need a break?"

"N-No, I'm fine." Draco stutters, his cheeks burning. "Why?"

"You were stoning, and then you made this really weird sound. Like you were screaming but your windpipe got blocked." He says. Yes, that's exactly how I feel now. Lord save me. "Should I call your nurse in?"

"No!" Draco screams, intending for that to be at a normal volume. Oh great, now he sounds like a nutcase. "I mean, I think I'll take a short break."

Harry slides off the chair, slipping on his robe, putting a hand in his back. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, definitely." He forces himself to smile, hoping that was a convincing reply. Harry sits next to him on the small sofa, almost squeezing him a little. "Harry, do you have a crush?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. Someone you like?"

"I... there is someone..." He says. "I don't know how to say it because I've never felt this way for a person before. I know that I cannot stop looking at that person. I force myself not to. But I... it's so hard to explain." Harry sighs. "And what about you?"

"I... I like someone too." Draco admits, looking at him nervously. "No one taught me how to deal with my emotions and I have no experience, so I feel very lost. I'm scared I'll piss him off one day, with my ridiculously hopeless, high-maintenance level, because I grew up like that. Everything is already nicely done up for me. I can't imagine how it's like to be working and studying, or even living alone, in general. I'm terrified that he thinks I'm a brat. I tried to toast a piece of bread today and I burned myself."

"Goodness. Don't do that again." Harry looked at the raw, reddened skin on his fingers, blowing at them gently while rubbing it in small circles. "It's not your fault."

"I-if I told that person that I liked him, what do you think he'll say?"

"Well, he's a lucky guy." He says. "I'm sure he'll be happy to hear." Harry picks up the cold glass of water on the table next to them, pressing the cool glass against his skin,
rubbing his fingers to soothe the burns and alternating between that pattern every few seconds. "Does this feel better?"

"Harry, I..." Draco sets the glass of water aside. "I like you." He said it so quick, so soft, he wasn't sure if he even heard.

A hand settles on his cheek, cupping it gently, the thumb brushing against his cheekbone. Then Harry leans forward and presses their lips together. It was a chaste kiss, a quick one that lasted less than 3 seconds, but it was a first for both of them.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs, looking away. He had never felt more naked, more dumb than now, mentally scolding himself for not thinking of the consequences first.

"No." Draco's fingers tighten around his wrist, moving a hand to lie on his chest. His skin was on fire, his eyes such a vibrant green rendered him speechless if he stared any further into them. So he looked away, at where his hand met the thin cloth that covered his body. Muscular, but not bulky body.

A hand reaches around his torso, tugging him close to his chest. Their hands were still interlocked, Draco realised. With him rested against his body like that, he could hear Harry's heart, beating at a steady rhythm. Was this considered fast? He had no idea, so sense of time. But it was beating hard, that's for sure.

The arm on Harry's chest moves up to his bicep, when Draco finally had the courage to look into his stunningly green eyes. He kissed him again, this time longer, more passionate and sure, and he melted.

"I like you, Harry." He whispers into the robe, next to his ear, his voice louder and firmer, less shy.

"I like you too, Draco." He heard him say back in a similar whisper as he held him in his arms.