Is this love? [Drarry]

Chapter 10

Draco's POV

"Malfoy! Wake up!" Harry's projected voice disrupted my dream as I awoke. My eyes slowly opened. "What in the bloody hell happened last night?" He questioned.

My eyes shot open as I realized he was sitting in the same bed as me, his bed, and we were both half-naked. My head was pounding and I felt the sudden urge to vomit. The party. That was last night. But all I can seem to remember was drinking a whole lot of firewhiskey and dancing.

"I can't remember a thing. Where's our clothes? And why are we in bed together?" My heart was pounding, along with my head. "Oh shit, Potter." My tone dropped as I noticed the hickeys all over Harry's neck and chest. I must've done that, my bad. But honestly it just made him look really hot.

"What? Draco you're scaring me." Harry's face was red, his glasses slightly tilted on the bridge of his nose, hair sticking out in all direction.

"Go look in the mirror." I suggested, as if this was no big deal.

The raven haired boy gave me a confused look before retreating to the bathroom. I flung the covers over my body and slipped out of the bed, following close behind the other boy. I wanted to see how he'd react.

His eyes were wide as he leaned over the bathroom counter, trying to get closer to the mirror. He scanned his neck, tilting his chin and running his hand over the darkest bruise. His cheeks were a dusty pink color with a smirk plastered to his face. He fell back into a standing position.

"You really did this to me? Malfoy, you dirty whore." Harry teased.

I winked in return, still leaning against the wooden doorframe.

"I would suggest we get dressed but I rather like seeing you half-naked." The boy continued. "I just wish I could remember what we did last night. You on top of me seems like a moment I wouldn't want to miss." Harry bushed his arm against mine as he walked passed, back into our shared bedroom.

"You're totally gay for me, Potter. I mean I heard the rumors that you 'like it up the ass' but you can never be sure what rumors you can trust around here." I turned to face him, not moving far from the door.

The shorter boy was obviously flustered at my last comment, but he tried to ignore it. "Ha!" he chuckled. "Took you long enough to notice. You know, for as smart as you are, you're a bloody git, Malfoy. I've only liked you for weeks now."

"Weeks? Why didn't you tell me?" I neared Harry, who was now sitting on the edge of his own bed, just to hit him across the arm with a gentle slap.

"Well, you became distant. I didn't want to pry. I know that sometimes all I want is space, so I assumed that's what you wanted as well." Harry's voice became slightly more serious than the joking around they had been doing before.

I sat down beside the boy. "I pushed away because I was afraid I would scare you away. You honestly make it hard for me to focus, you know. I could barely control myself around you. All I wanted to do anytime I saw you was run right up to you and start snogging you wherever we were! It all became too much, too soon. I got too overwhelmed. And one thing Malfoy's are good at is running when things become too scary." I laughed silently at my own joke.

The raven-haired boy stared so deeply into my eyes it felt like he could see right through me. It was rather, well, intimate. "Merlin, Draco. Now I'm wishing you would've just submitted to your desires. At least then I could remember our first kiss. But here I am, staring into your gray eyes, desperately trying to put together the pieces. All I can remember from last night is staring you down like a vulture as you danced with Hermione and Pansy and Blaise, eventually. I watched as your hips moved to the beat of whatever song was playing, your feet guiding your body across the room. I can remember the disappointed look on your face when you got your bottle taken away, and the way you whined to Blaise to give it back. I also remember the jokes going around the group and you saying something about water. Then I drank some more and I can't remember anything that proceeded." Harry spoke with such passion.

"That was beautiful," I remarked sarcastically.

"I'm serious, Dray."

Mmmm, Dray. I loved it when Harry called me that.

"Why didn't you ever tell me? That you liked me, I mean. I thought my feelings were quite obvious, unless we were both too oblivious to see."

"I didn't want to lose you. I'd just bloody got you! So the stolen glances when you weren't looking, the walking just a little too close to you as we passed each other in the halls, the attempts to strike up a conversation all just to be in your presence for a moment longer, they all had to be enough. But it never was. The longer I looked at you, the more I wanted you. The closer I stepped, the more I wanted to grab you by the face and kiss you. The more we talked and laughed, the more I realized I wanted to do that for the rest of my life. But I guess my Gryffindor bravery had failed me in this aspect. I could never announce my love for you, Draco Malfoy."

I stayed silent, eyes glued to the flustered boy in front of me. I didn't really know how to respond to that. I just stared, pondering his words, as Harry became more red, probably replaying his speech in his own mind. I wondered when he would reach the part where he told me he loved me.

My mouth began to unconsciously move. "I studied you, you know. In the Great Hall, during class, in the corridors, even while you were sleeping, I'll admit. You notice a lot about a person when you watch them, their little quirks. And your quirks, Potter, are my favorite. Like the way you tuck your dark, messy hair behind your ear when you're focusing, to get it out of your line of vision. Or how you bite at your lips when you're nervous. I love the way your beautiful eyes sparkle when you smile, and how they nearly close when you laugh too hard. You tend to be shirtless a lot of the time too, I've noticed, but then again, I'm definitely not complaining. Did you know that you snore? It's quiet, and very calmly I must say, and bloody adorable. I like the way you walk. It's like you have this type of shy confidence. I also like the way my name sounds coming from your mouth, like it was meant to be there. Or how your glasses are, a lot of the time, slightly tilted to a side. One of my favorite things about you, though, is your passion. Your passion for your friends, for quidditch, for the Gryffindor house, as much as I loathe the colors. You, Harry Potter, you really are something." My words trailed off as my speech was now complete.

"Kiss me, damnit!" Harry threw his arms around my neck and pulled himself close, allowing me to finish the gap.

So I did. Our lips met, this time, both of us fully aware of the situation. This feeling of Harry's lips on mine was indescribable. It felt like home. Like these were the only lips I've been meant to kiss. It was brilliant, and over all too soon.

"Draco." Harry breathed out as a whisper.

"Hmm?" I questioned, pressing my pale forehead into Harry's olive one. My hands were around his waist, his around my neck, your breathing synchronized.

"You make me feel things." His voice was still quiet.

"You make me feel things, as well," I mimicked. "Good things."

"All good things."

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Hey! How are you guys! This chapter is semi-edited but also kinda rushed as I just wanted to post. Also I apologize for ALL OF THE CHEESINESS but I needed to write it. It pretty cute let's be honest. I think this book is gonna end soon btw but don't worry I'll hit you guys with another one coming soon ;) have an amazing day/night <3