Could he love me (DracoxHarry)

Chapter 6: Feels right

Harry climbed into Draco's bed as quietly as he could. He layed facing Draco, feeling his sleepy breath hit against his neck. It tickled a little bit but it was nothing Harry couldn't handle. He looked at Draco's perfect face, inspecting every inch of it. He counted all the lines on Draco's lips. 24. He looked like sleeping beauty. Very, very beautiful.

Draco snuggled closer to Harry, placing his head on Harry's chest. Harry tried not to get his pulse up so he wouldn't wake Draco by making him hear the beating of his heart. Draco smiled gently and placed his hand up to Harry's chest beside his head. Harry smiled in awe.

Harry's feelings for Draco were growing stronger by each minute. For each minute he wanted him more and more. He wanted to kiss Draco, to feel him, to do so much more than he ever had before. He wanted Draco to feel the same way. The only thing he could do was ask him.

Draco wined a little and moved his head around. He was having a nightmare. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco.

"Shush" Harry calmed Draco

Draco stopped moving his head and kissed Harry's neck.

"Harry?" Draco asked sleepy

"I'm here"

"Thank you" Draco said while dozing off to sleep again.

...&...

Harry woke up in his bed.

"that dream was really something" he said quietly to himself although Neville had overheard.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"Oh, er- nothing special"

"Oh. Because I woke up during the night. And you were repeating "Draco" for quite some time."

Harry's eyes spread wide. A flash of panic spread across his face. His cheeks turned red and his breath was becoming harder.

"Er- it's because I dreamt about having a fight with Draco. It must have be because of that" Harry stated half worried

"Must have" Neville said scepticly

...&...

Harry stood up and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. He looked like a mess. His hair was all tangled and his eyes were tired. He had slightly dark circles under his eyes. 'Wow! That dream really worked me up' Harry thought to himself. He scooped water into his palms and splashed it onto his face. The water dropped down his nose. He instantly felt better. He took a nearby towel and wiped his face free from the water.

He went to put on his robes. Neville had already gone down for breakfast so Harry decided to go a little later than usual. He slowly walked down the stairs. When he peeped around the corner he saw Draco sitting in a chair watching the fireplace. His blonde hair was sparkling in the sunlight. He stood there for a couple of minutes just staring before moving a single muscle.

He walked slowly over to Draco who still hadn't noticed him lurking. He stopped behind Draco and placed his hand on his shoulder. Draco's head spun around.

"Potter?"

"Hey" Harry answered and removed his hand. Draco stood up and walked to the other side of the chair so he was on the same side as Harry.

They kind of awkwardly stood there, looking into each others eyes. Harry had wanted to talk to Draco alone ever since last night. Even though he longed for it he could not say a word. Maybe he should have just walked out of the room and tried to talk to Draco at another time? No. He didn't want to seem scared. Harry was going to say something but Draco got to it first.