Once a Death Eater...

Chapter 13 - About Last Night

Waking up in the morning was a mixture of torture and paradise. The banging headache felt by the two boys was next to agony in which they both internally swore they wouldn't drink ever again (highly unlikely). It was however great, as they both woke up cuddled in each others arms.

Harry blinked awake, trying to ignore the raging headache beginning to form, feeling the weight holding down his arms. He looked down seeing the familiar mop of silver-blonde lightly snoring, wrapped into his arms.

Harry smiled fondly, then a thought struck him, the images of last night and how he had Draco pinned and begging to be touched. Was Draco okay with that? His memory was a bit blurry due to the alcohol, hopefully he didn't come across as angry or like a bully. Hopefully Draco didn't think he was taking advantage of him?

He was hoisted from his internal dilemma by the cutest morning voice he'd ever heard and a pair of grey eyes staring up at him.

"Hey Harry." Draco said sleepily.

"Hey love, how'd you sleep?" Harry asked sweetly.

"Good, I always sleep good when I'm with you." Draco rubbed his eyes, sitting up slightly so they were next to each other on the bed.

Harry leant in to Draco, Draco doing the same expecting a lovely kiss. Harry however went and yawned directly in his face, the horrible morning breath/Firewhiskey combo hitting Draco, nearly making him fall out of bed and vomit. Harry laughed, rubbing Draco's back and jumping out of bed.

"Sorry love, that was too funny." Harry moved to the bathroom, hopefully to wash his mouth out with bleach, Draco thought.

Draco lay back in bed, listening to Harry rattle around in the bathroom. He started to remember flashes from last night. How he desperately threw himself at Harry, hopefully he didn't make himself look too pathetic, Draco internally cringed at the memories.

It was cut short by Harry waltzing into the room, no shirt, no pants, just in a pair of black boxers. Draco could've fainted. He watched Harry gather some clothes, watched him bend down. He was all abs and biceps and everything Draco wasn't.

"Take a picture love, it'll last longer." Harry spoke loud, confident, teasing. Draco burst out in a furious blush, bringing the bed covers up to hide his face. He didn't even realise he'd been staring.

"Don't hide that pretty face love." Harry was much closer and still not dressed. He brought his hand to Draco's face, lightly stroking his hand through Draco's hair. Eyes meeting once again.

They kissed for a moment, brief yet passionate before Harry stood, giving Draco a smirk before retreating back to the bathroom with his clothes to get dressed.

Draco knew he had a problem, well at that moment he had two problems. The first was his undeniable lust for Harry Potter and the second was making a tent in the covers.

"Get changed love, I wanna go down for breakfast. Otherwise Ron'll eat all the good stuff." Harry laughed, throwing Draco his robes and sitting on his bed.

This boy's going to be the death of me, Draco thought before quietly obeying and dressing into his robes.

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"I swear I'm gonna die, I'm not even being dramatic." Pansy whimpered, holding her temples, leaving into Luna's side.

This was Harry and Draco's greeting as they walked to their table in the Great Hall, ready for breakfast.

"Good morning to you too." Draco teased as he and Harry took their seats.

"A Saturday morning and it looks like a table of the walking dead." Ginny laughed as she walked passed the eighth years to her table.

"Better then looking like... you". Ron tried to jeer back, a dreadful attempt that was mocked by the entire table.

Breakfast went slowly, the shouts and screams from the other student only adding to the immense headache swelling in the eighth years. Harry and Draco were remedied by their hands that were holding one another beneath the table. 

Soon breakfast was thankfully coming to an end and Harry thought it would be a good idea for a little fresh air. He dragged Draco from the castle, down the paths and to the Quidditch pitch. The Gryffindors had their practise today, so he thought it might be fun to watch. He also thought it'd be nice spending more time with Draco so it was a win-win.

They moved into the stands, taking their seats as the Gryffindors took to the field, practising their throws and their dives. The fresh air really was doing wonders for the headache as well. Harry gave Ginny a wave when she looked down, receiving a wave back.

"This is nice." Draco said, smiling at Harry.

"Yeah it is, listen Draco, about last night..." Harry started looking at Draco who had a worried look on his face.

"I know what you're thinking." Draco said quickly, "I'm sorry.' Draco said looking down.

Now Harry was very confused, he had definitely not expected that.

"Why are you apologising?" Harry asked slowly, confusion evident in his voice.

"For being whiny and pathetic and for trying to push us into a situation like that when we were drunk." Draco said solemnly.

"Oh no darling, you don't need to apologise, you weren't pathetic at all. I wanted to apologise. For being rough and for instigating something that shouldn't have happened." Harry spoke slowly, looking at Draco's bowed head.

Draco raised his head, eyes meeting, a smile slowly creeping onto their faces. They both thought they were in the wrong. Harry pulled Draco into a hug as they leaned back, watching the players whiz around above them, practising their manoeuvres. 

They sat there for a few moments just enjoying each other's company. Before Harry leaned down slowly, lips brushing against Draco's ear causing goosebumps to break out over the grey eyed boy. Harry slowly whispered to him.

"For the record, seeing you squirm beneath me, begging for my cock, I almost gave in." Draco blushed furiously, burying his head into Harry's chest. Harry just smirked and went back to watching the Quidditch training above.

"Embarrassed darling?" Harry spoke with passion in his voice, it was hot and raspy. His head was still facing upwards, watching the brooms fly.

"A little." Draco mumbled quietly. Harry could be quite hot and manly when he wanted to be.

"Good." Harry laughed and Draco snapped his head up, metallic grey clashing with piercing green.

"Good? You want me to be embarrassed?" Draco almost laughed, raising an eyebrow to the dark hair boy who's arms he was wrapped in.

Harry smiled silently, eyeing Draco up and down which made the grey eyed boy feel almost self conscious. The green examining him.

"Yeah, cause you're cute when you are princess." Harry laughed and Draco rolled his eyes before pulling Harry into a big hug, settling down to watch the remainder of the training in relative peace.

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