Just Some... Help

Chapter 23

On the day before everyone left for the summer holidays, the Room provided a simple room with a couch positioned in front of a fire, warming the room and giving off a soft glow. Harry and Draco lay together on the couch, talking in soft voices about everything and nothing. Harry lay on his back, Draco's head on his chest. They lay in the quiet, both boys' minds occupied with things much bigger than quidditch or assignments they had to work on over the summer.

"Hey Harry," Draco said, raising his head to look at him.

"Yeah love?" Harry replied, pulling his mind back to the present.

"I love you" He said, watching as Harry's lips curved upwards and he tilted his head to press a kiss to Draco's forehead.

"I love you too Draco." He replied, happy to feel the blond relax as he said the words. They sat in the quiet for some time more before Harry spoke again. "Love, I'm worried for you." He said softly. "Are you going to be okay over the summer?"

"I don't know." Draco replied. "I'm worried too." He said in a quiet voice. Harry lifted his hand to the blonde's hair, gently stroking as Draco had done to him.

...

Harry shuffled around, lifting Draco off his chest.

"Come on love. Come onnn Draco." He tried. "We need to dance. We can't spend our last moment before summer sitting here in the sadness. Yes, love it is very important." He said in response to Draco's sleepy objections. He pulled Draco off the couch with him, looking around for a record player he knew the room would provide. As he tapped it with his wand, slow music filled the room. Harry went over to Draco, taking his hands with his own.

"Harry you do nOT know how to dance." Draco said, exasperated.

"Hey! I thought I was doing quite well." Laughing at Draco's raised eyebrow, Harry stuck his tongue out. Draco grinned as he leant forward, placing a tiny kiss on the tip of his tongue. Harry grabbed Draco around the waist, a gasp involuntarily leaving the blonde's lips.

"It tickles." Green eyes glinted back at him, the only warning he got before he lost control over his body as it tried to wriggle away from his grasp. Out of breath, Draco reached out, finding Harry's middle. As he tickled Harry in retaliation, Harry twisted, trying to release himself but only succeeding in pushing Draco backward into the couch, somehow landing underneath Harry. They paused, both panting for breath before Harry leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, allowing their breaths to mingle. Draco groaned and twisted his fingers in the mess of raven hair before pulling his head forward, bringing their lips together.

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As they reached Platform 9¾, Harry stood and began to pace again. He had seen Draco board the train, unnaturally quiet and pale. What had he done? This was obviously the wrong thing to do. He had to get Draco, he couldn't let him go back. It wasn't too late, he knew which compartment Draco was in.

"Harry." A sharp voice brought him back to the present. "Sit down. You can't do anything now." Hermione told him. The amount of times he had gone through the options with both her and Ron meant they knew his thought process, and when they had to interrupt so he didn't do anything stupid. He nodded, sitting on the edge of the train seat and twisting the corner of his shirt as he stared out of the train window, waiting for the station to come into view.