Not Your Average Slytherin

Chapter 8

  Draco wasn't talking to Harry. Harry couldn't figure out why. That is, until he asked Hermione for her advice. Hermione looked at him like he was an idiot.
   "Harry, you can't be serious.," she said. "He obviously likes you."
  "Me?," he said, surprised. "What makes you think that? Why wouldn't he just say it?"
  Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why havent you told him that you like him?"
  "Who said I-"
"Harry, he doesn't want to be rejected. If you like him, then what's the big deal?"
   "He doesn't like-"
  "Harry are you really that big of an idiot? He described your eyes as a forest. Because, you know, they're green." She said, as though it was really bloody obvious.
   And maybe it was, but not to Harry. He starred at her, still slightly confused. "So.. you're saying I should ask him out?" He said.
  "You should tell him you want to be with him, Harry." Hermione said.
  But that was a lot easier said than done. Harry wasn't sure how to say it. A note? No, that was stupid. He could ask Hermione to tell Draco. But.. that was childish. First, he had to get Draco to talk to him. That was definitely the easiest part of this.
   He simply passed him a note in potions, asking to meet in the library. His classes lasted for centuries and, when he finally got to the library, he saw Draco waiting. Thank God. Harry walked up to him and smiled.
"Hey.."
"Just make it quick."
That.. wasn't what he expected from the guy who supposedly liked him. Maybe Hermione was wrong after all. Either way, Harry couldn't back down now. Maybe he just didn't want to but, shouldn't he just get it over with?
  "Draco, I think I..," his throat grew dry and the words were hard to say. He didn't want to ruin this. After all, they had something nice going, even if it didn't make Harry completely happy. "I need to tell you something."
   "Well?," Draco said. "Stop stalling. What, are you gonna say that you're dying or something?"
   Harry shook his head. So much for being a brave Gryffindor. Sure, he could defeat Voldemort but, he couldn't even tell a boy he liked him.
   "You.. who do you like?" He asked quietly.
   Draco glared. "Harry, if you-"
  "Because I think you like me.," he said. "And I want it to be me because I like you too."
  He really said it. And now he couldn't take it back. Draco starred at him, confused. Then, he spoke. "You really have to ask? Have I not made it obvious that I like you?"
   "You're not messing with me, right? Because-"
  That's when Draco grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss. Harry has dreamt about kissing Draco multiple times but this was.. nothing like this. Draco's lips were softer than he thought they would be. Draco's smell was closer to a crisp winter morning, refreshing. When Draco pulled back, he seemed to like the look on Harry's face because he grinned. "Do you get it now?"
   Harry nodded a little. "You like me." His voice was softer now.
"And you like me." Draco responded, causing Harry to nod again.
"You kissed me." Harry finally said, causing Draco to laugh.
"Want another?" Harry nodded for a third time.
And there they were, kissing. It was nothing extreme. Their hands stayed above the waist, mainly in each other's hair. It was as though they were on an adventure, rediscovering familiar parts of each other as though they'd never seen them before. Draco, infatuated with Harry's messy locks and Harry, who loved Draco's soft skin. This was not how he imagined kissing Draco Malfoy would feel at all. But, damn, he didn't want to stop.