Seeking Love

Aftermath

Harry was walking down a hallway along with Hermione and Ron when he encountered Draco. He was being followed by Crabbe and Goyle, as usual. And there appeared a scowl on his face on seeing the golden trio. But his eyes spoke something else entirely. Something that Harry deciphered pretty quickly. It was love.

Harry’s heartbeat increased as tidbits of what had happened the night before flashed in his mind.

“I love you. I love you, Harry!” Draco had shouted and moaned in the throes of passion uncountable times the previous night. It had been like fuel to his fire. A fire which was never ever  going to diminish.

And Harry had replied with equal passion. “I love you, Draco!”

Harry tried to compose himself before anyone else noticed the little rendezvous his mind had taken. But before he could, he saw Draco blush, which only made his heart run a long-winded marathon.

I want to kiss you so hard, Draco. Claim you. Tell everyone that you are mine!

“Granger. Weasley.” Draco addressed Harry’s best friends as they neared, and then made eye contact with Harry and said, “Potter.”

“Malfoy.” The three of them responded to him together, not bothering with the dumb duo at his sides.

This seemed to annoy them both as Crabbe sneered, “Are you ready for the match, Potter?”

Goyle added, “‘Cos we’re going to kick your arse.”

Harry smirked at the duo’s useless attempt to sound intimidating.

“I should be the one asking you that, Crabbe.” Harry replied, and then looked at Draco, “Are you ready to take us on, Dra-Malfoy?”

Harry had almost slipped. He had to remember that Draco was Malfoy to him in front of everyone.

Draco seemed to be enjoying looking at a flustered Harry. Yes, he was worried that Harry had almost let his cover slip, but then it was not often that Draco saw Harry bloody Potter turn into a flustered mess. It was always Draco who was fumbling with nervousness.

Taking advantage of Harry’s uncomfortable state, Draco moved towards Harry. Closer. Closer, until his body was flush against Harry’s. Harry’s mind only turned into more of a jumbled mess at the feel of Draco. To others it might have looked like a gesture of intimidation, but Harry knew better.

Draco was enjoying this too much. The tables had turned this time, and he was going to take full advantage of it, because he knew such a situation wouldn’t be coming up again anytime soon.

“You know, Potter,” Draco whispered, putting his lips close to Harry’s ear, brushing them against its shell lightly, making sure that no one else heard him, “I would take you on any time, and every time.”

The seductive whisper sent shivers down Harry’s spine, giving rise to the good kind of goosebumps.

Harry looked down at Draco with dark eyes, brimming with lust. He had caught up to what Draco was trying to do, and as much as he wanted to be mad at Draco for taking advantage of his uncomfortable state, he couldn’t. The heat radiating from Draco’s body prevented him from having any coherent thoughts, except for the ones involving Draco’s pink lips.

Before Harry could do anything, Draco placed a chaste kiss on Harry’s neck and backed away from him, a smug look coming onto his face. Draco had finally accomplished the mission of making Harry blush. A blushing Harry was a cute Harry, Draco concluded.

Harry just stood there, looking dumbly, as his incredibly hot and teasing boyfriend walked off, leaving behind a hot and bothered mess of Harry.  

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yes, my middle name is cheesy.

the picture on the side is something i stumbled upon on the internet, and it can be considered as kind of an epilogue. 

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