The Binding Potion- A Drarry Fanfiction

The Binding Potion- Chapter Fourteen

Draco's POV (Wednesday)

What in the name of Merlin was that??? What the f***??? What is going on??? Why?? What??? I'm so confused. Why did he do that? I can't believe that just happened. What??

These are the thoughts rushing through my head as I begin to make my way back to Harry and I's room. I can feel he is a little ways behind me because my bonded hand is lifted slightly upward behind me, as though he is trying to keep his distance. My heart is beating a million miles per hour and I can't form a coherent thought. I am just so confused. What happened? Why did he suddenly go from working on homework to stroking my face? Why did he go from perfectly calm to jumbled mess in less than a couple seconds? I want to ask him these questions, I wanna know what that was all about, but I can't. I don't even know what I would say and, even if I did know, I don't think my mouth could form the words. Right now I need to sleep, or at least attempt to sleep. Ill figure this out in the morning.

We reach our door and I swing it open, entering quickly, and Harry follows suite. I try to avoid eye contact, to avoid looking at him, but its difficult. I so badly want to know, but I can't bring myself to say the words. It is as if my mouth is suddenly put under lock and key. I set my bag down beside the wall and Harry does the same. We both go through out nightly routine in silence, trying to avoid each others gaze. The tension is unbearable and I feel like I am going to burst if I don't say something. I won't be able to sleep till I know.

"Harry- I - I just have to ask, what happened in the library?"

I hesitantly look over to meet his gaze. He looks flustered, nervous, and, frankly, almost as confused as I felt.

"I- I don't know" he stammered, "I am not sure what happened"

He takes a few moments, as if he is collecting his thoughts, before he continues.

"It was just- It was just you looked so-- so--"

He breaks off and sighs, tearing his gaze away from mine. I can see he gave up on finishing that sentience, so I gently egg him on

"So- what?"

I try to keep my voice light and calm, as not to seem demanding or mean. My pressing seems to work as he continues speaking

"So.. handsome.. You looked so handsome..."

He looks at me meekly, as though he expects me to start yelling at him. Of course he would feel that way, he doesn't know how I feel about him. He doesn't know that the comment he just made has delivered such a blow to my heart I won't ever be able to forget it. He doesn't know how much I want to kiss him right now. He doesn't know, so I have to tell him.

"Harry Potter... you have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to say something like that"

Shock ripples across his face at this and it takes him a couple moments to register this but, when it does.. something in him clicks and it is not long before I find his mouth on mine. He strides quickly towards me, closing the short gap between us, startling me at first before his lips crash into mine. At first my body locks up, confused and shocked, but its not long before I get a grip and immediately begin kissing back. The kiss is heated and long and, before I know it, he has me up against the wall. He grabs my bonded hand at the wrist and pushes it up on the wall next to me. His other hand is in my hair, moving my head along with the rhythm of the kiss. His tongue is in my mouth, maneuvering in a way that I can't fight back. He is in complete control and... oh merlin do I love it. By the time the kiss breaks, I am in complete bliss. Both of us take a moment, catching our breaths.

"Merlin Potter... I am impressed," I say between heavy breaths, "I would have never guessed you could kiss like that"

He smirks back at me and responds, chuckling,

"Ye of so little faith Malfoy, plus I am not done yet"

My heart leaps into my chest and his lips meet mine again, and we begin to repeat the process. We kiss for so long I loose track of time, I am lost in him. His hair, his smile, his lips, everything. I am head over heels. I can't believe this is happening. By the time were done, I am exhausted and I can tell so his he. We flop down on the bed, catching our breath once again. I can't stop smiling.

"You know Harry, you are quite a confusing fellow" I state smiling, looking up at the ceiling.

"How so?" he responds jokingly.

"One minute your a bumbling mess in the library and next you manage to pull this off. I can't quite seem to place your energy" I remark humorously.

I expect him to respond but am meet with silence. I turn over to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes clouded with an emotion I can't place.

"What's wrong?" I ask concerned, worrying my small talk struck a nerve.

"It's nothing, I'm fine."

Now obviously that's bullshit, but I don't want to push it further, so I respond with

"Ok.. well if something is bothering you, don't be afraid to tell me"

I grab his bonded hand with my own, forcing his eyes to meet mine. He smiles weakly in response and pulls me close to him. I set my head on his chest, his hand still in mine. Something is obviously bothering him. The mention of the library switched off whatever high he was on. A number of things cross my mind: Is he unsure about his feelings? Is he worried about what others will think if they find out? Is he regretting what he did? What happens now? All these things trouble me deeply, but I push them aside in my mind. They are not important right now. Harry has to make his own decisions and I can't change that. I slowly move my thumb across the top of his hand, trying to push the worries out of my mind, and he squeezes my hand in a way that calms and reassures me for the time being. I can feel his head rest back on the pillow behind him and it is like this that we fall asleep.