A Mother's Love

12 - D R A C O

I woke up the next morning alone.  As usual.  Just my luck that the only boy I feel a connection with while having sex just up and leaves.

Waking up with Harry next to me would've been perfection.  But instead I woke up with a dent in my mattress.  I didn't have a headache from the alcohol though, so he must've gotten me a hangover potion at some point.  Which meant he cares about me.  But he couldn't... or else why would he have left?  

I saw the soup and how good it smelled and went to drink it but my lips felt... tingly.  His kisses from the night before lingered on my lips.  

While I was eating my soup it occurred to me that he probably thought I was too drunk to remember anything.  Harry probably used me to get laid, thinking I wouldn't remember in the morning.  There go my hopes of being anything more with him.

I finished my soup and looked for my shirt, only to not be able to find it.  I decided just to put on a new one, figuring it got thrown somewhere obscure in last nights fun.

I glanced at the muggle alarm clock by my bed.  Midnight.  Great.  Better get some studying in.

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I was making coffee in the kitchen when I felt eyes on me.

"Morning, Potter," I mumbled.

"Morning."

We moved around the kitchen, not avoiding each other but also not making an effort to interact.

"Do you still want help assembling the furniture today?  I'm free all day," I suggested apprehensively.

He hesitated.  "Uhm... sure.  I'm heading over in about an hour.  Whenever you wanna apparate over is fine."

"Okay."  And that was that.  He walked back upstairs.  I poured myself coffee and did the same.

Once I was in my room again, I decided to tidy up.  I picked up the bedding that had been thrown around and put the lube back in the drawer.  

I put extra effort into my appearance for god knows what reason.  I combed my hair but didn't slick it back.  I put on tight black ripped jeans that framed my arse and a loose green t-shirt.  After brushing my teeth I checked the time.  Harry would be there by now.  I'd better get over there and help him.

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"Draco!"  Harry shouted, before pushing me out of the way of a falling bookcase.  It crashed to the floor with a bang, causing dust to poof off of it.  I was in his arms again.  Dammit.  But i made no effort to pull away.

"What the hell?  How come you keep almost dying?"  he fussed, his arms still around my waist.

"Maybe I'm just trying to find excuses to be in your arms, as you have so graciously let me be now," I flirted, raising my arms so they were around his neck.

He froze, tightening his grip on me.  I leaned in slowly and instantly regretted it.  He hates me, I thought.  So instead I changed courses to his ear and whispered "Gonna let go?"

His arms dropped to his side and I breathed slightly on his neck while turning and walking to pick up my wand and levitate the bookcase back together.  "Guess we didn't assemble this very well huh?  I don't know about you but I'm using magic from here on out."

"Good idea," Harry agreed.  I glanced over to see that he had collapsed on the dark blue couch we'd assembled over an hour ago, when I noticed his shirt.  It was mine that I was looking for earlier.  He must've taken it on accident.

"Hey, that's my shirt!"  I said.

"Oh, it is?  how did I get it?"  Harry looked confused.

"You must've grabbed it when you left my room last night-"  I started.  Then I stopped and my face fell.  I turned to walk back over to the bookcase but Harry grabbed my hand to stop me.

"You... remember last night?"

"Of course, idiot.  I was drunk, not amnesiac."  I mumbled.

"Oh.  I didn't think you would."

I rolled my eyes.  "Of course you didn't.  You just wanted one night of good sex and then to blow me off.  I get it.  I've done that before.  Just didn't think you'd do it to me after the day we had, but whatever."

"Draco-"

"I should go."

"Draco c'mon-"

"No.  I don't wanna hear your dumb excuses.  This whole thing was a mistake anyway.  Don't count on seeing me anymore."

"Draco wait!  Please, if you would just listen-"

"No Harry, I won't-"

"Draco!  Listen to me!" He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together.

I stopped.  I didn't wanna hear it.  But here I was.

"Draco, I-" He sighed.  "Yesterday was one of the best days I've had in years.  I didn't think about the war or my scars once, you know that?  I didn't stress and I wasn't anxious.  Being with you at the store and teasing you... It just felt- feels- so natural.  I constantly wanna hold your hand and... last night, after we, ya know-"

"Had the best fucking sex ever?" I interjected with a small smile.

"-yes, after we had the best fucking sex ever, I layed there, and I held you, and I felt your breathing and I thought about it and figured you wouldn't want anything more with me.  And I know you don't.  But I do.  For some crazy reason, being around you makes me feel happy.  I love that.  I wanna... I wanna be with you Draco.  Even if it doesn't last, I wanna savor every moment.  Because you're amazing and gorgeous and sexy and you smell good and- I don't know.  I'm sorry.  You can go.  I just figured I'd shoot my shot, you know?"

I looked down at my feet before looking back up at him.  "I thought you were using me.  I thought you left because you didn't want it to be anything more than good sex.  So I didn't push it.  But Harry, I've been flirting with you all day!  You haven't reacted to any of it!  You're giving me the most mixed signs on the planet, dumbass."

"You've been flirting?  I thought you were just being... I don't know... weird?" 

I looked at him incredulously.  "Okay, whatever.  The point is, I like you too and you're cute and..." I trailed off.  I've never been very good with feelings.  So instead I walked closer to Harry, closing the gap between us.  His chest was on mine and I felt him heart race.  I put my hand under the side of his jaw and chin and pulled him into me, kissing him hard.  

He kissed me back and it was magical.  I wanted the kiss to go on forever.  But it ended when the doorbell rang.  We sprang apart, startled by the noise and walked to the door, opening it to find my mother standing there.

"Oh, you're both here, good!"  She glanced down at our hands, which were still together, and smiled.  "I was just hoping to teach Harry the wall painting spell, but Draco I'm sure you can do it yourself.  I'll leave you two alone."

With that, she apparated away.  I closed the door and turned to Harry.  "So you promise you weren't just using me for sex?  You really want something with me?"

Harry looked me in the eyes and said "I promise.  I want you Draco.  I really do."

"Then... what would you say to the idea of being my boyfriend?"

He smiled that gorgeous, radiant smile and answered, "I'd say absolutely, my love."