Again and again they met, 3 more times to be precise and every time each of them got in a worse mood, but Draco couldn't help but be bitter, there was something mentally stopping him and it was infuriating.
"Why can't you just kiss me? It's not that fucking hard to kiss a guy, I though you of all people would have no problem," Harry spat one evening, those words stung a little, for some odd reason.
"Because! There's something mentally blocking me from doing it, oh, you wouldn't understand," Draco answered loudly, why was he always the one that yelled first?
Well tonight, there was quiet, it was unusual and Draco felt weak, terribly weak and didn't want to be there although he wasn't sure if he should or not.
"I don't want to do this anymore, you're being insufferable and you won't even kiss me," Harry said, starting to get up.
"I just can't," Draco said, his voice accidentally quivering, he avoided eye contact by staring at the fire.
"Yes you can, it's not that fucking hard Malfoy," Harry said, keeping his voice low as though there were sleeping people in the room.
Draco scoffed, how could he explain this to Harry when he was being so stubborn? "Fine, I'll try, come here," Draco patted the spot directly next to him, raising an eyebrow.
Harry walked over and sat down, turning towards Draco as Draco followed suit, he already got a sick feeling.
Draco put his right hand on Harry's cheek and looked down his lips, his mind filling with thoughts of telling him no.
Draco leaned in so they were about 2 inches away and felt his throat go tight, was he crying? Why? It wasn't like Harry was 'forcing his bisexual' on him, he was gay after all, but it felt so wrong.
"Please, don't make me do this," he whispered, his hand falling from Harry's cheek, maybe it was the thought of him completely ruining himself by catching feelings.
"I'm not forcing you, where did you get that idea from?" Harry asked in a soft tone,
Am I making him? He had asked himself, he wasn't trying to..
"I don't know, I'm sorry," Draco said, taking a shuddery breath, why couldn't he do it?
Both of them turned back and Harry laid a head on Draco's shoulder, "I'm sorry," he whispered, he didn't know what had gotten into him, why he made Draco try to kiss him.
"I'll try again in a couple minutes, I promise," Draco replied, pulling his left sleeve down farther as he enjoyed the company even if it was Harry.
"We can wait until tomorrow, it's fine," Harry replied, staring at the fire, it was especially pretty that night, he loved fire.
"Please let me try," Harry almost didn't hear it was so quiet, he felt like Draco was two-faced, or maybe it was on purpose?
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