Black Ink | Drarry

Chapter Seventeen - Sweet

Draco's eyes fluttered open, the nausea had worsened while he had been out, a sick feeling was pooling in his stomach.

He sat up, he felt like the world was spinning. "Hey, are you ok? You seemed...childish almost, I dunno, but you weren't acting right," Harry said, looking at him concerned, it was odd, seeing someone look at him like that.

"Yeah, I'm fine," it was real concern, as Harry moved the hair out of his face to actually look at him he saw real actual concern.

"You scared me a little," the words were sweet like honey like they were savored for something, something beloved, and he loved it, he almost craved for it to happen again even as it was happening.

He wanted more of it, raw emotion. "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean to," he replied, the stutter wasn't predicted but Harry looked angelic with the sunlight pouring in through the windows onto his green eyes, was it really that early?

"I know, it's just," his hair was wispy and it looked soft, "I worry about you a lot more than you might think."

Wait.

What did he say? Potter, worrying about him? It sounded like a sick joke, he had always wanted his attention but would never get it.

He craved his attention for years and years and now, Harry was telling him he'd always been worried?

That was a total set back, had he embarrassed himself for years for attention he'd already gotten?

"You-" Draco had a look of awe on his face. Harry's hands fell from his hair to his own lap, it was a euphoric feeling that was sparking inside of them.

More angelic features were noticed, things they hadn't ever noticed. Draco's hair that was golden in the sunlight. The look Harry gave him when he was curious.

Draco's slightly tinted pink lips...

Draco could feel butterflies flying in his stomach, it was strange. His mind was spinning, out of control and a thought out of the 1000's of others stuck out.

Kiss him.

Draco turned away from Harry for a second, should he? He felt his cheeks burn as the sweet words replayed again and again.

Draco looked back, a rushed and shaking hand was placed on Harry's warm cheeks that were glowing with pink color now.

"Draco wait, are you sure?" Harry's voice was harmless and as soft as before, but louder. Draco stared, was he asking because he didn't want to get hurt again?

Draco nodded, now was perfect, he wanted it, more than he had before, he wanted to the sweetness of a kiss.

Draco filled the gap between them in a haste, even Harry's lips were warm, he wished his were warm, being cold was nice but when your whole body's cold, it's not always fun.

Draco's lips were sweet, Harry found out, they were sweet like no others lips he'd tasted. If he could, he'd save it, keep it, but he had to remind himself, it was just this one time.

Harry put his hand on the back of Draco's neck. We're they really doing this? Was a question Draco asked himself as he felt his breath heighten.
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November 1st
This feels girly, writing down what happeneds in my days, but if I ever lose my memory like potter claims I might become of this fainting, maybe there's something worth remembering.

November 6th
I kissed Potter today, maybe I should call him Harry, but it was apart of deal I made with him. It took awhile, but I've been trying. The kiss was nice, I enjoyed it, more than I'll admit on a stupid piece of paper. I'm terrified of catching feelings.

Draco placed the quill down and sighed, what a weird day, yet he still felt butterflies.

|this was the first idea I had, sorry :/ but if you have any ideas on how to make it better or how to write the next chapter, you can comment them ok!|