nudes >> drarry

xlix

Finally an update for you guys, I'm glad you like the story and and I'll keep updating now. Most chapters will still be in texts but I felt like this was needed.

When Draco pushed open the door, he was left dumbstruck at the image before him. There are many things that he had expected to see when he walked in, but this was not one of them. The blond didn't know what he was supposed to do, he had never been in a situation like this, and really never thought he would.

Should he run? Should he hide? Maybe it would be best to just forget that this had ever happened in the first place. Yup. That's the new plan.

He turned his back again, ready to walk out and not come back.. until he hears it.

"Oh! Draco, I didn't see you come in." Harry slid over a little bit on the couch, making room for Draco. When Draco stayed frozen in his spot Harry scrunched his forehead in confusion before getting up and asking what was wrong.

"I just- I just never expected this from you. In all my years- "

Harry cut him off, "Draco what are you even going on about? It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal? Are you serious?" He ran a hand through his hair before shaking his head again. "You're not who I thought you were, I can't even believe-"

"Don't you think that you may be being a little bit over dramatic?"

"I can't look at you. I don't even know who you are anymore-" Draco was once again cut off by Harry, this time his chin being held in Harry's hand, forcing his grey eyes to meet those of green.

"It's really not the end of the world, you know-" He stops when he notices that the grey eyes have now glossed over and the blond he's holding is now slightly shaking.

"Crying? Draco, you're crying over this?" Harry scoffed before releasing his hold on his chin and placing his hands on Draco's hips.

Draco sniffed slightly. "I just cant help it. I feel like everything I've ever known about you is a lie."

"Draco, Dragon, Darling, I was only bored while waiting for you, I swear it didn't mean anything."

"It didn't mean anything? Harry, you didn't even see me when I walked in! How can I ever look at you the same after what I just walked in on?"

"I'm the same person I've always been, just a little better now."

"Better? You think-? You know what, I can't take this. I'm leaving."

"Draco! Stop, this is just ridiculous."

"Speaking of ridiculous, I almost yelled a very similar word when I walked in, thinking for a moment it may only have been a boggart." Harry scoffed.

"You need to stop being such a drama queen."

"You need to stop acting like this was no big deal." The blond crossed his arms and pouted his lips slightly after responding.

"For the love of Hades, it was just a book." Harry finally shouted after his frustration reached the peak.

"Yes, a book. A book, that you just so happened to be reading. Reading!" This receives another eye roll from the green eyed boy.

"It's not a big deal." Now it's Draco's turn to scoff. "C'mon, you can sit down with me and we can talk, or do whatever else you might like." He grabbed Draco's wrist and pulled him to the couch where they both sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

For he first time Draco looked around the room and took in the surroundings. It was a pretty cozy place really. A big couch along with a few chairs on the outer edge, a big fluffy rug under their feet, and what really brought the room together was the warm crackling fireplace about 6 feet in front of them. It was a room that would instantly make anyone relaxed and Draco quickly grew fond of it.

Draco was snapped out of his thinking when he felt a warm hand lace through his. When he turned to look at the other boy he found Harry already gazing at him.

"What?" The blond asked in confusion.

A small smile grew on the other boys face. "Nothing, I was just thinking how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am to call you my boyfriend."

Draco let out a sound that really could of been considered a scoff or a laugh, Harry decided he didn't care which it was, he was only glad to be holding his hand.

"First of all," The blond started " I am not beautiful and I am not your boyfriend. I couldn't have a boyfriend if I wanted to. As I've said before, my life has already been planned out for me and there has never been a section of it involving holding hands and kissing a boy, savior of the wizarding world or not."

Now it was Harry's turn to scoff. "Oh shut it Malfoy, you're beautiful, you're my boyfriend and I honestly don't give a shit about whatever dumb ass plans you're parents have made for you. You're more than just some pureblood, that stuff hardly matters anymore anyways. With everything that has gone down in the past few years do you really think I care about any of that? We've all been through so much shit that it is absolutely ridiculous to even think that anything will ever be the same as it had been before, it's a different world for everyone. We've all lost people, we've all fought and struggled and cried. Don't you think it's time to just let your self be happy?"

There was a long pause before Draco finally spoke in a soft, fragile voice.  

"It's all I've ever known. And you're right, things are different. I'm one of the most hated people in the Wizarding world now, whereas you are idolized by so many. How could I possibly subject you to a similar fate, knowing people would be disgusted that you would even have the audacity to lower your self to such standards to be with someone like me. There's no happiness in this world, not for me."

"Are you fucking kidding me? I don't give a shit about what people will think, I care about you and that's about enough for me. I don't think you're bad person, I don't think you are disgusting or foul. I think you're beautiful and misunderstood. I think that you were never given the choices or opportunities you should have had. I think you come from a fucked up family with fucked up morals. I don't think that there is just good and bad in this world, I think there's much more to it than that. I think that even if there were only good and bad, you'd definitely not be on the bad side of that spectrum. And I think there could be happiness in this world for everyone, even for someone as isolated and tortured as you. Draco just let go. Just let you're self feel something other than shitty for five god damn minutes."

The dark haired boy brought his hand up and rested in the others cheek. And to both of their shock, it was not harry who first pulled the other in, but instead it was Draco, he who never showed emotions, never let his guard down, who's goal was only ever to make his fucked up family proud.

And so for the first time their lips met and it was better than either had imagined. It was warm and hot, fast and slow, desperate and rushed.

Harry pulled Draco by the hips so that he now straddled him. They had both waited for too long and been through far too much, only for something like this. A passionate kiss from someone who understood and shared all the pain and loss that followed them constantly since the war.

So they kissed, and they clung on tight, and for a while they both felt peace, in a way that could never really feel real.