Draco opened the room of requirements doors, it was all black, but there was a fireplace and sofas with silver lining, it seemed lonely, a black place you'd go if you wanted an escape, it was a small room but It'd work.
Harry walked over to the golden fire and held his hands out to warmed his fingers, Draco felt conflicted if he should actually do this or not.
Could he do it? He couldn't do it yesterday so what told him he could today?
Draco walked over from across the room next to Harry and sat down, it was weird being on the floor, he hadn't done it since he was a kid.
"Potter?" Draco wrapped his arms around his legs, "did you ever go to madam Pomfrey?" He had been thinking about it, wondering why he hadn't healed yet, it wasn't that hard of a punch.
"Yes, she gave me a potion, look," Harry said turning his head so Draco could see, it had healed but there was still minuscule bruising you couldn't even see that well.
Draco nodded and stared at the fire, it was warm and it made his face feel hot. "Malfoy," again? It was the same every time, same pitch, same person, same word.
"Just be quiet for a minute," Draco said in a quiet whisper, it was hard to think when cold, or when talking to someone.
His face got warmer and warmer but not hot, he was trying to think if he should do it or not, what if he did catch feelings?
"Ok, what?" Draco asked, pulling down his left sleeve to cover his dark mark even if it was already all the way down.
"Are- are you ok?" Harry asked, it took Draco aback, his voice had trembled a little and now Draco had no idea what to do whatsoever.
"What are you talking about? Yeah?" Draco asked, looking over at Harry's green eyes.
"You're hands are shaking, badly," Harry said, his eyes gliding over to Draco's hands.
Draco looked down, he supposed that always happened since the war, he had no control over it so he ignored it.
He unwrapped his legs, avoiding Harry's questions "when can I kiss you?" He asked quietly, it was an odd question but he didn't know when to do it.
Harry shrugged, "what if you do," there was a long pause before he continued "you know, catch feelings?" Harry held out his hands again and shivered.
"Then I guess I'm fucked," Draco said, looking away from the fire to cool his face off, and to hide the slight blush that had appeared.
"Can I kiss you tomorrow?" Draco asked, looking back at Harry, he couldn't do it that day, it wasn't the right time.
Harry nodded and to Harry surprise Draco didn't leave, they stayed like that for a little, just a little.
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Black Ink | Drarry
Fanfic" I miss your touch...Then come hold me" Draco's newly found faints make him feeling sick with fevers, nausea and vulnerability. his least favorite things. Harry, finds out and is worried sick, he doesn't understand why but it changes his attitude...
