Just Some... Help

Chapter 14

Draco made his way down to breakfast, his quick footsteps in time with his pounding heart.
Without bothering to look away from the Gryffindor table, he grabbed some food and put it on his plate, not noticing anything around him except for the messy head of hair across the room from him. As soon as he saw Harry get up from the table, dressed in muggle jeans and a hoodie, he pushed his own chair back and hurried out of the hall.
Spotting Harry in the empty courtyard, Draco got his note checked before heading over to Harry, slipping his arm through his and laughing as he jumped.
They walked to Hogsmeade, chatting about their favourite seasons, recent quidditch news and their classes. Neither boy seemed inclined to increase the distance between them, causing their shoulders to bump as they walked.
“Where are you taking me, anyway?” Draco asked, eyeing the bag Harry had brought with him. “You look like you’ve already done your shopping.” He laughed, grinning when Harry glanced down at his bag, causing him to trip and nearly fall if it weren’t for Draco reaching out and grabbing Harry’s middle, pulling him upright. Wow he was fit. Blushing, Draco pulled away as soon as Harry was steady, praying that the cold would be a good enough excuse for his pink face. Harry looked at him curiously.
“Thanks. And it’s a secret.” At this he grinned, a mischievous look on his face. Draco rolled his eyes and playfully shoved Harry before grabbing his hand so he didn’t fall over.
“Come on, tell me.” He whined, giving up at Harry’s resolute shake of his head, wondering why Harry hadn’t dropped his hand. He didn’t dare adjust his grip, trying to act casual, even as his nerves tingle at Harry’s touch. “Fine then, don’t tell me. But I do have to get a new quill so we need to go to Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop.” Harry scrunched up his nose at this and Draco swore his heart melted right then and there.
“You’re just like Hermione. You two and your stationary.” He huffed, his pout changing to a grin as he saw Draco’s offended face.
“Stationary shopping is the best!” Draco exclaimed, letting go of Harry’s hand to shove him.

As soon as Draco let go of his hand, Harry missed the warmth.
“No Draco,” he spoke, “Honeydukes is the best.” He grabbed Draco’s hand again to pull him into the shop. Draco laughed, his eyes soft as he allowed Harry to pull him around the shop, grabbing sweets with his free hand and chattering away to Draco about his favourites and least favourites. When they left the shop Harry still didn’t let go of his hand.
They reached Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, where Draco grabbed a quill, Harry pulling him out before he could admire the quality inks.
Harry lead the way up to the top of the hill overlooking the Shrieking Shack without dropping Draco’s hand. The deserted area was quiet, a slight dusting of snow covering the abandoned shack. Harry pulled out a thick blanket from his bag and unsuccessfully attempted to spread it over the hard ground. Draco reached down to help, hiding his grin at Harry’s clumsiness.
Harry pulled some food out of his bag, then flopped onto the ground in an undignified way and grinned up at Draco.
“Come on then.” Harry gestured for Draco to sit with him.
“Malfoy’s do not sit on the ground, Potter.” Draco said snottily his nose in the air. Harry only grinned and waited. Sighing, he gave in straight away to Harry’s emerald eyes, staring into his own.
“Looking very undignified there Malfoy.” Harry teased. Even without looking, Draco could hear the smile in his voice.
“Oh shove off Potter.” He grinned. “not looking so good there yourself.”
“So I brought all your favourites.” Harry said, passing Draco a plate.
“How do you know what I like?” Draco asked, surprised at this kindness. A blush rose in Harry’s cheeks, making Draco grin.
“I-erm I guess I just noticed.” He stammered, causing Draco’s grin to widen.
“Harry,” he said abruptly, needing to know, “is this a date?”
Harry stopped stammering, his cheeks aflame with a dark blush.
“I- if you want it to be?” he finished like a question, asking Draco something that he had wanted for months.
“Do you want it to be?” Draco asked cautiously. He did, of course want it to be a date, more than anything, and there were all those signs that Harry liked him, but still he wanted to be sure.
“Yes.” Harry breathed, not wanting to mess up or overstep, but still wanting this so bad, wanting Draco so bad.
“Then yes, I do too.” Draco murmured, scared to breathe, scared to break the spell they were both caught in. Harry came closer, placed one hand on Draco’s cheek, his eyes asking permission. Draco leaned forward to close the gap between them and everything else fell away.
All he could sense was Harry’s warm lips on his, the gentle pressure setting all his nerves aflame. His hand came up to brush through Harry’s messy hair, the softness curling around his hand.
Draco’s tongue swiped across Harry’s top lip and Harry opened his mouth with a gasp, allowing Draco’s tongue to slip into his mouth.
They broke apart after a long few minutes, too soon for both boy’s liking, Harry blushing, his hair more of a mess than usual and his lips pink and swollen. He gazed at Draco, the blond hair unusually mussed and ruffled, his cheeks pink and lips dark.
“So,” Harry said, “definitely a date,” his lips quirking into a grin.
“Yep.” Draco answered. A smile made his way onto his face and didn’t disappear as they made their way back to the castle, holding hands when no one else was around. Just before they reached the wide doors to the entranceway, Harry stopped Draco with a tug on his hand, the grin still spread across his face. Draco knew the silly smile was reflected on his own face but didn’t care, and reached up to brush some stray pieces of Harry’s hair out of his face.
“We should probably keep this a secret.” Harry breathed, “given our ‘rivalry’.” He said.
“Yeah, probably.” Draco agreed. “But it’s going to be hard when you look so amazingly beautiful and all I want to do is this.” And he bent his head to connect their lips once more, losing himself in Harry.
As both boys made their way to their separate common rooms, neither smiles disappeared from their faces, replaying the moments of the day in their heads.