hidden - drarry

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draco — a spoiled, pureblood born demon, who, quite honestly, had a bit of a superiority complex, was in love with harry james potter.

from his messy black hair, to his beautifully semi-dark skin, all the way to his toes (which draco had never seen), he was absolutely in love. and wasn't quite sure how to fall out of it.

he had tried just about everything, from spells and potions to simply attempting to not be in love, and none of it seemed to cure him.

his only escape was getting high, and lately all he could do was fantasize about how amazing it would be to be high with harry james potter.

but today, everything would change. he would confess to harry james potter just exactly what he was feeling, he would admit to the fantasies he would imagine late at night, as he slipped his hand down lower and lower, he would relinquish his shields, the walls he had built up for year and years, all for one boy. for one bright eyed, goofy smiled, messy haired boy.

but maybe, just maybe, draco thought, that this was life's plan. you see, he had this belief that the universe had a plan for everyone, and that this was all part of it. so he would let his guards down, let his heart float out from his chest and into the hands of the boy he loved so very much, and confess to every so called "sinful" thought he had had about harry james potter.

and now was the time. he had harry's schedule memorized, making a point to cross his path multiple times a day, each day, for the sole reason of seeing him, or walking close to him, of speaking to him.

the room of requirement was open for draco, now all he needed was one harry james potter. and, to his not-so-lucky self, harry was just walking around the corner, alone, as his friends took a different route to lunch.

harry walked past, not acknowledging draco. this made his confidence waver, but he still called out harry's name, waving him over to himself.

"potter, nice to see you—"

"what is it, draco?" harry rudely interrupted. he tapped his foot impatiently, clearly not wanting to talk to draco.

"i would, uh, appreciate it, if you could talk to me for a moment. in private? i have the room of requirement ready, i just need you to agree...” draco trailed off nervously. he was about to confess his undying love to the one and only harry james potter.

harry stared at him, wide-eyed, mouth hanging open the tiniest bit, before shaking himself back to his senses.

"okay," harry agreed. "but if you pull anything funny i will not hesitate to beat you to a pulp". he threatened.

draco gulped. he was somewhat fearful and somewhat turned on, but mostly relieved that harry had agreed to speak with him.

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inside the room of requirement was a small chunk of land with a weeping willow tree planted precisely in the middle, and shimmering water surrounding the soft grass that they had sat upon.

draco and harry sat about an inch apart, draco twiddling his fingers and harry watching in apprehension and puzzlement.

"so..." draco started "i uh, well you see, i like you. as — as more than a friend". 

harry nodded slowly, taking in dracos words.

"well," harry began, "i would not have guessed that. i mean, what the fuck? you, who has caused me so much trouble — likes me?” harry turned to face draco, sitting cross-legged. draco copied his motions.

"i'm not exactly pleased with it either, potter, but it's my feelings. and i've learned that i can't change them, and i can't ignore them, so i might as well embrace them".

harry nodded again. he seemed to be processing everything very slowly, and for once was choosing his words with care.

"can i kiss you?" he asked. draco smiled, as the impulsive and no filtered harry that he knew came back.

"of course" draco replied, already leaning in. their lips slowly connected, softly feeling each other, understanding each other on a level more than what they had before.

and then draco deepened the kiss, carefully bringing his hand up to harry's head and pulling him closer. harry obeyed, scooting over to him, and even running a hand up his thigh. they stayed that way for a bit, close but not close enough, until harry made the first move. he crawled into dracos lap, wrapping his legs around dracos waist. draco was surprised, and his face flared red.

harry chuckled, glad he could make draco flush. and though draco didn't exactly like being dominated, he would gladly let harry take the lead.

harry broke the kiss, taking a breath, then saying "draco... it's not that i don't want to, uh, do things, but we hardly know each other. can we just... see how things work out?"

draco smiled. "potter, of course we can get to know each other more. i'm a prick, sure, but i would never force you into something you didn't want."

harry looked shyly at the ground, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. maybe draco wasn't as bad as he had thought.

to be perfectly fair, harry had always felt an attraction to draco, but it wasn't until today that he realized he felt an attraction more than romance. he felt... he felt things in his lower regions, ones that made him want nothing more than for draco to slip his hand in harry's pants and dominate him in a way he had never been dominated.

so maybe draco wasn't as bad as he thought, but the feelings harry felt towards him? well those, those were ones of deep desire for sex and lust but at the same time for soft kisses and cuddles by a warm fire.

harry craved affection, he craved the commitment of a boyfriend, and he was sure draco felt the same. and yet, he was too scared to say anything about what he now knew he wanted.

was it that he had to let these feelings grow more? did he want to suffer through them for just a bit longer to feel the great relief when him and draco were to become official? no, it wasn't that. he was terrified of the rejection. of the idea that he might lose his loved ones over being with draco, of the idea that maybe draco would reject him.

so he kept quiet, for the time being, and gave one last slow, sweet kiss to dracos lips before parting, unsure of when they would again be alone.