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∆ 25 - 1st part ∆

          Draco was getting ready. He had hair gel and everything as he used to back in 7th grade. He was excited to go to Saint Tropez with Harry. He was excited to let him meet his mother.

          Narcissa was a classy woman. After the war, her point of view on literally everything changed. She had a new fashion sense, new hair, new make up, new personality. Yes, she was still cold from time to time but it just wasn't the same coldness it used to be.

          Draco loves his mother. He looks up to his father, yes. But he definitely doesn't love him. Not anymore. After all Lucius has put Draco into, he just didn't want to do anything with him.

          Harry was going to come into the room any minute now as they agreed to meet up sooner so they can talk a little before the dinner.

          Harry came inside of the room, fully dressed. He had a fancy black button up shirt tucked into high waisted black pants. He didn't put the suit jacket on which didn't even disappoint Draco. Harry looked great with what he was wearing now. Even the shoes Draco chose were fitting Harry. Black rich leather.

          Draco smiled. ,,Hey, Potter."

,,Hey, Malfoy." Harry looked around the room. ,,Ah, there it is." He looked towards his tie.
,,Indeed, once we come back, you can take it."
,,Sure." Harry nodded.

          ,,Do you think we could add some gel into your hair? I don't want you meeting my mother while having a bird nest as your hair." Draco snickered and Harry sighed.

,,Fine, but only this once, Malfoy."
,,Fine. Come here."

          ,,Potter, birds make nests that feel better than your messy hair."

,,Is that why you're touching them so much? You seem really into it, Malfoy."
,,Shut up." He said as he held the hair gel and squirted some of it into Harry's hair.
Draco was running his fingers through Harry's hair and Harry must have admit that it was one of the best feelings ever. Draco was massaging the gel into Harry's sculp and the raven haired boy was simply in pure bliss.

          ,,You don't look good with fixed hair, Potter." Draco sighed and ruffled the raven haired boy's hair.

,,So you're implying that I look good, is that what I'm hearing?"
,,Yes indeed, Potter. As I already said, you're astonishing."
,,I must admit, you look breathtakingly great yourself, Malfoy." Harry smirked.
,,I would hope so, my mom likes to make her son look good."
,,Malfoy..." Harry mumbled as soon as he felt the blonde's fingers tracing his skull again. When Draco noticed how Harry became tense out of nowhere, he decided to stop.
,,I'm going to wash my hands, I'll be right back."
,,Alright." Harry just sat there, thinking.

          What if Narcissa doesn't like him?

What if she decides he's not good enough for her son.
Yes, they weren't dating now, but they were definitely soulmates. And Harry knew they both love eachother.
And with Lucius gone? Everything seemed to be getting better.

          ,,Harry," Draco said and stood up right behind Harry. There was a big mirror in front of them and Harry saw the blonde place his hands onto his shoulders and carefully massage them.

Everything was going well until Draco pushed onto a really tense muscle and Harry moaned as if Draco was fucking the soul out of him.

          Harry swore to Merlin he heard Draco curse something under his breath. Draco then kept pushing onto the spot and Harry couldn't help it but moan like a madman. Draco's hands felt way too good on his shoulders.

          Draco continued massaging the spot. It just wasn't being less tense no matter how hard Draco was pushing on it. He might have pushed too hard and he heard Harry moan out in pain. That made him worried and he quickly checked if the boy is okay.

,,I'm sorry, Harry."
,,No no it's... It's fine."

          Draco knew that this was one of the most intimate moments they have ever shared and he loved every second of massaging the tense man.

Seems like Harry was enjoying it too, his moans and groans spoke for him.
Draco's head was playing the sound of Harry moaning because of him.
Draco placed his right hand onto the left side of the raven haired boy's jawline, then turned his head to the right side.

          Draco truly wanted to continue massaging Harry but knew he couldn't because of the time. Draco's right hand found it's way to Harry's left side of his chin and he lifted his head up while leaning in.

If his alarm didn't go off, telling them they have to leave, he would've been exploring Harry's mouth by now.

          He wanted to kiss Harry so badly. They were inches away from the other. But Draco couldn't. Not like this. He knew he was driven by lust in this very moment. He couldn't let that happen.

He let go of the boy's chin and saw disappointment in the boy's eyes.
,,I'm sorry." Draco said.
,,I'm sorry as well." Harry said.
,,We need to go, Potter." Draco whispered and placed a quick kiss onto Harry's temple, surprising the raven haired boy. Harry only nodded, quickly composed himself and they were soon apparating to Saint Tropez together.