What If? [Drarry]

Chapter 9

Knock

Knock

Knock

My fist collided with the large black door to Draco's flat. It swung open after only a few seconds of waiting.

"Harry!" Draco declared, grabbing at my wrist and pulling me through the doorway.

"Hello, Draco," I greeted with a smile, allowing myself to be pulled into a tight hug.

"Oh, I've missed you," he said while releasing me, only to plant a quick, wet kiss on my lips immediately after.

It didn't have to be anything huge to be so, so special. Just the feeling of his lips on mine was enough to make me weak in the knees.

"At least we're together now."

I dropped my bag near the sofa before finding my regular seat, sinking down into the soft cushions. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, taking in the comfort. I soon felt the seat next to me dip down, conveying the fact that Draco sat down next to me. Without opening my eyes, I leaned my head to the right, quickly finding his shoulder.

He dropped his head onto mine, saying, "How was work today, darling?"

Darling. I could get used to that.

"It was alright. Still boring as ever. Literally nothing happens the whole time I'm there. I just sit at the desk sorting through papers. At least I'm getting paid, though," I sighed.

I felt the body under my head shift. My head began to fall so I picked it up, looking at the blond with a whine.

"Here, scoot down," he demanded. "Put your head here."

He was turned slightly, knees angled barely in my direction, patting his left thigh.

I did as he said, laying my head in his lap, staring up at the ceiling. His long fingers immediately tangled into my hair, attempting to brush through it. I closed my eyes at the dopamine coursing through my veins. I groaned a happy "mmhhh."

Minutes later and the fingers were still massaging my scalp in silence. He totally knew what he was doing.

"Dray, what are our plans for today?" I questioned, breaking the silence.

He cleared his throat and began, "This." I opened my eyes. "And this," he bent over to kiss my lips quickly. "And maybe even some of this," one of his hands detached from my hair, finding a resting place on my shoulder, and slowly moving down. And down. And down. I stiffened at the contact. Once it reached just passed my navel, he whispered, leaning over close to my ear, "Only if you get lucky, of course."

"Oh, Merlin." I staggered up to a sitting position, turning to quickly throw myself on the blond's lap. I straddled him, shoving our lips together with force.

He quickly pulled away, teasing, "Eager, are we?"

"Just testing my luck."

Our lips reconnected, throwing us into a heated make-out session. Our tongues caressing each other in a fight for dominance. He won, again. My hands found his hair this time, pulling gently at the soft strands. He moaned into my mouth, hands moving up and down my back.