Is this love? [Drarry]

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

Before I knew it I was being shoved up against the wall of my shared bedroom, Draco impossibly close to me. Our lips moved together perfectly in sync as he easily dominated my whole body, his hands roaming my torso, reaching up my t-shirt.

His hair was soft, and incredibly messy as my hands gripped onto it. He removed his mouth from mine, slowly kissing down my jawline before making it to my neck. I could feel his mouth leaving love bites on my body. One just below my ear, another on my collarbone, another just below my chin. And it felt so good, so, right.

He moved back to my mouth, continuing our passionate make-out. I melted into his touch. It was all I needed in that moment, just to feel our bodies together.

He pulled away, which earned him a whine from me. "Don't stop," I cried.

"So you are gay for me, Potter!" he teased.

I rolled my eyes and shoved the taller boy, causing him to stumble backwards. He neared the bed so I took the opportunity I saw and ran with it. I closed the gap between us again, planting a flirty kiss on his lips, before shoving him once last time. He had nowhere to stumble, so he completely fell backwards, landing on the bed.

I slowly crawled on top of Draco, my hard-on causing me pain at this point. I toyed with the edge of his collar, straddling his hips with my legs. I could also feel his, you know, and could tell that he was also incredibly hard.

"Oh, go on with it, Harry! You're too slow," he pleaded, yanking his shirt over his head.

The blond boy grabbed my face and forced me down towards him, reconnecting our mouths. I couldn't even bare this. I was so in love with the boy beneath me.

"Potter. Wake up. You're making weird noises. It's annoying." I recognized the voice all too well, but the words it said scared me.

I grabbed one of my pillows, shoving it over my face, I could feel the redness in my cheeks, embarrassed that he had heard whatever bloody noises I was making. I mean, honestly, that dream deserved noises. It was.... amazing, and strange, but mostly amazing. My heart felt as if it would pound out of my chest, my breathing heavy. I was quite disappointed it wasn't real, though.

"What time is it?" I asked into the pillow, deciding that was less awkward than the silence.

"I can't hear you from under that thing."

I reluctantly pealed the pillow off of my face, surprised that it was still dark in the room. "I said, what time is it?"

"Quarter to four."

"It's 3:45 in the bloody morning?" I whisper-yelled at the boy in response.

"Yes."

"Why in Merlin's beard are you up at this time?"

"Can't sleep."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Draco has been weird lately. Like he's never wanting to have our deep, midnight conversations anymore. I couldn't lie, I missed it.

"So what were you dreaming about? Or should I say, who were you dreaming about? Sounded like quite a fun dream." He teased, ignoring my question completely.

I laughed, throwing the pillow that I previously had my face shoved into at the blond haired boy. It hit him with a groan. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I leered.

He scoffed in return before replying, "Yeah, I would. That's kind of the point of a question, Potter." There was a twinge of jealously across his voice, although he sounded quite mean, like he used to sound all those years ago.

I nearly flinched. I knew he was acting strange, but why. "I don't think I'll tell you," I attempted to be playful once more.

"Whatever." The boy mumbled under his breath, turning over in his bed, his back now facing me.

"G'night Draco."

There wasn't a response. I'm gonna be honest, it hurt. But why the sudden change in emotions? I knew if I'd ask him about it, I get a sarcastic answer, so I denied that idea. But I just wanted to know why.

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Draco's POV

I knew not responding was a little harsh, but I didn't really care to be honest. That stupid Weaslette was probably in his, obviously, wet dream. I wasn't exactly sure what they were anymore, although Harry claimed they decided on "just friends." But I know he'd had his feelings for her. I was just so..... jealous, I guess. I couldn't bare the thought of him with someone else.

I sighed, very audibly, almost hoping Harry would hear. I'm so stupid. I say that I want him to be mine, but I can't even do anything to get him. I really just need to get over him. But this stupid room. Why did they have to make us roommates? Like what the fuck? I can never escape him.