Étoile des Neiges

Chapter 6

Potter stopped and turned towards Draco. "Yes?"

Merlin help him, what was he supposed to say now? Was he to beg Potter to stay and admit how pathetic he was? He couldn't be blunt enough-couldn't bring himself to be blunt enough to invite Potter in openly for a snog. Offering to show him the room would be an obvious ploy to get him alone. The problem, of course, was that what he wanted was to throw himself at Potter's feet and confess... what, his love? Draco wasn't about to do that.

Draco began to regret acting without a plan.

Potter was waiting, eyebrow raised, playful glint in the eye. A slow smile began to spread on his lips. Draco remembered the jumper.

"I still got your jumper. Want it back?"

Potter grinned. "Sure." He scanned the room over Draco's shoulder. "Where is it?"

"In my... bed."

Shite. If that wasn't a two knut pick-up line, then Draco was Minister of Magic.

Potter tried to keep a neutral face for a few seconds, before bursting into laughter. "Are you trying to say you're using my jumper as a comforter?"

"Oh, shut up," Draco said before pulling Potter inside, closing the door behind him.

Potter gasped when Draco pushed him against the closed door. Draco grabbed Potter's hands and pressed them to the door above Potter's head. He raised an eyebrow in a silent question, and Potter licked his lips, giving Draco the answer he was looking for.

Draco needn't be told twice, he kissed Potter eagerly.

His sense of distance, however, must have been deficient, because their teeth knocked together and Potter's head banged against the door.

"Ouch."

He knew he shouldn't have made the first move. It never ends well.

Embarrassed, Draco let go of Potter's hands. Potter rubbed the back of his head and before Draco could apologise - not that he was about to, mind - he grabbed Draco's neck and pulled him close in a much softer kiss.

Draco leaned in to the kiss and Potter started to nip on Draco's lower lip. Once again, Potter led the dance, and Draco did his best to follow. Multitasking truly was a wonderful skill. Potter managed to both suck on his lower lip and toy with some wild hair at the nape of Draco's neck.

In all honesty, if Potter kept on biting Draco's lip, there was a possibility Draco would do an embarrassing thing such as moaning or rubbing their crotches together. And Draco was done with making a fool of himself. He shoved a fisted hand in Potter's hair and drew lightly on his locks to make him raise his head, getting Draco to a better angle. He began to run the tip of his tongue along Potter's upper lip and when Potter breathed and parted his lips, Draco sneaked in. The moment their tongues touched, Potter let out an incredibly hot moan.

That's when Draco's blood definitely left his brain in favour of other destinations.

He became exceedingly aware of Potter's firm body against him. Literally stuck between him and the door. He was eager to discover if Potter's skin would be smooth under his fingertips. Except for his arms, Draco hadn't touched Potter without a layer of fabric between them, whereas Potter had had the opportunity to make the most of Draco's bare torso that very morning. For the sake of evenness, Draco slid his free hand under the hem of Potter's t-shirt.