What Happens After Dark - Drarry

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New word count: 2.3k
Date (re)published: November 14th, 2020
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— Saturday - The Room of Requirements - 1:32am —

Harry blinked a few times. "You what?"

"I-I..." Draco's voice was wavering quickly; it was raw, and pure. "I..." and then he spoke under his breath, "oh for fucks sake." He sighed, and looked at Harry. "I like you. I like, like you like you.  Oh Merlin, I'm fucking into you, okay!" he screamed.

Harry felt his heart flutter. "I heard you the first time. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't hallucinating or some shit. You're telling the truth?"

"Yes." Draco looked down at his feet. His expression was unreadable, and scarily calm. "Please don't hurt me."

Harry looked up to see Draco standing, the ghosts of tears finally fading from his cheeks. "You're not kidding?"

Draco shook his head quickly and felt his cheeks turn red. "I'm dead serious."

Harry eyed him skeptically. "You're sure?"

Draco nodded again and whispered. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." That was all Harry needed to hear. He stalked over to Draco until they were nose to nose.

And then he kissed him.

It was a quick kiss, one that probably only lasted five seconds, but it felt like a blissful eternity.

"I like you too," Harry whispered, a huge smile infiltrating his normally cold face.

Draco's eyes opened wide with surprise, but he shut them quickly and leaned in toward Harry. They kissed again, this time for longer. It was a sweet kiss, without much movement and without much flair, but to them, it was perfect. Draco smiled, and kissed both of Harry's cheeks after they pulled away. Harry smiled back, and reached down for Draco's hand, which he kissed lightly before just holding it in his own.

"You have no idea how difficult it was for me to say that," Draco whispered softly, letting his voice remain as light as his heart felt.

"It seems to me that it came out pretty easily," Harry whispered back, his hand squeezing Draco's lightly.

Harry led Draco to one of the couches, smiling brightly as the blonde obliged. They sat on the couch and cuddled, Harry's head resting on Draco's shoulder, Draco's arms around Harry's waist. They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company. They seemed to like it there, in each other's arms.

After a while, Harry cast a tempus charmed and sighed. "It's time for us to head back," he said, burying his head farther into Draco's neck. Draco hummed in agreement, but made no effort to move, his arms tightening around the Gryffindor's waist.

A little while later, Harry unraveled himself from Draco's grip, and stood up, dragging the Slytherin with him. "Come on," Harry sighed. "We have to go now."

Draco made a frustrated noise and pushed Harry up against the wall. He kissed Harry's neck over and over again. "Can't we just stay a little longer?" He asked between kisses.

There was a delayed response, and it almost seemed as if he wouldn't get one at all. But then he did. "No... no. We have to go back," Harry pushed Draco off and started walking toward the door.