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He brushed a hand down Draco's cheek, eliciting a soft gasp from him, and gently pushed him down. He laid him onto a soft carpet of verdurous grass. His fingers hovered over his pale features, pads brushing his rose-kissed lips. Draco's breath hitched, grey eyes veiled with lust.
The Slytherin sighed. His warm shivery breath felt like a caress on Harry’s lips. Draco moaned when Harry pressed his own lips onto his. He leant over him, slowly, gently, bracing himself on one hand while the other cupped Draco’s face with much tenderness.
They kissed and kissed some more. Until they were both breathless, until Draco melted into a puddle underneath him.
He could feel the loud beating of Draco's heart thumped against his chest and how his entire body vibrated under him, a furnace against his skin. Harry wriggled on top of him, burrowing himself between his legs, pressing him down onto the soft grass and kissing down his neck. He smelt woodsy and lemony, a delicate fragrance both fresh and powerful, like summer breeze.
Harry bucked his hips and Draco groaned, weakly pressing the palms of his hands onto his shoulders, trying to push him away, or pull him closer, Harry couldn’t be sure. His fingers ventured underneath the light fabric of his shirt. Draco bit him and whimpered breathily.
"Wait, wait, wait," he sighed, struggling to sit up.
Harry took his hand away and pushed himself up on his arms, staring down into Draco’s eyes questioningly. The blond averted his eyes. He was exhaling heavy breaths, chest heaving jerkily. Beads of sweat were pearling down his temples.
He was beautiful, Harry thought and he brushed his knuckles down his face, in a silent encouragement.
"It feels weird," Draco said after a long awkward moment. "In my own body… "
Harry lowered his gaze and looked at him, really looked at him. The prospect of having sex with a man, and with Draco Malfoy to top it all, ready did unspeakable things to Harry. He hoped he was able to convey it in the brief moment during which their eyes met.
He took Draco’s hand and interlaced their fingers together, rubbing the pad of his thumb along Draco’s thin knuckles.
"We don’t have to do anything, Draco. We don’t have to do anything at all. We'll do whatever you want, everything you want."
Draco let out a soft and throaty laugh and smiled at him warmly, his expression coy. It was the most beautiful smile Harry had ever seen and never in his life he had ever imagined Draco could smile like that.
"I feel a bit chilly actually," he said in a low breathy voice that made Harry’s stomach lurch.
Harry kept a hand on his waist, feeling him through the fabric of his shirt. He looked up at the sky and saw the sun casting rays of light on the lake, already low in the sky, burning the horizon.
He smiled back.
"I think we missed the train," he murmured sheepishly.
Draco slowly turned his head back, vaguely gazing in the direction of Hogsmeade's train station. He didn’t seem to look very upset about it.
"I suppose we did, didn’t we?"
"What should we do?" Harry asked worriedly.
Draco shrugged. "I need to owl my mother."
***
They found themselves back in Hog's Head, Draco brushing dust off his Hogwarts Robes very dignifiedly, his leather travelers' bag at his feet. He stood tall and proud and obnoxious and Harry just wanted to ravish him. He held back and ordered food and drinks from the counter and booked a room for the night.
Draco watched him disinterestedly, eyebrow arched up and a haughty pout on his lips. Harry shook his head and smiled as he was being given a key, glancing at him from the corner of his eyes.
They sat on a very similar table to the one they had sat on together a few months back. Harry stared into his eyes and Draco blushed, averting his eyes.
"You were going to tell me last time, weren't you?" He asked suddenly, keeping his eyes on him relentlessly.
Draco let the silence linger between them, turning his fork into his plate nervously. He didn't look back.
"What made you change your mind?" Harry asked then.
Draco shrugged. "I chickened out, I suppose."
"Were you jealous?"
Draco bit the inside of his mouth, clenching his teeth, but didn't answer.
"Would you have told me if I hadn't been late?"
The silence lingered some more and then Draco finally answered. "I don't know... maybe," he drank his wine and almost choked on it. "I wanted you to know," he added, his voice hoarse and low-pitched. "I wanted you to recognize me."
Harry let out a heavy sigh and he, too, took a sip from his glass of wine, leaning back on his seat.
"I can't believe that I didn't," Harry said in a regretful sigh. Draco nodded, looking away. "Can I tell you something though?"
The blond glanced up at him, curious.
"I think I was happier that she wasn't there and that you were instead. I was really excited about it, about talking with you, you know? I wanted to get to know you, genuinely."
Draco took his glass again with a trembling hand and he drank up all his wine, coughing heavily afterward.
"I liked that you were confident, then. And fierce. And spiky... I like that about you, very much."
***
When it was time to go to bed, Draco followed Harry up the stairs, a few steps behind, keeping his distance. He was wearing those long robes again, climbing up the stairs in a most dignified way, holding firmly onto his traveler's bag. He dropped it at his feet when he stepped through the door, pausing on the kind size's bed in the middle of the room.
"There's only one bed," he whispered after a moment. Harry laughed.
"Of course there's only one bed," he said, rolling his eyes.
Draco stared at the bed in silence and then he pulled out his wand. "We should transfigure it into twin beds," he said while lifting his wand. Harry stopped him, a hand on his wrist.
"Draco..." he whispered. Draco's arm trembled under his touch. "We've slept together plenty of times before," he said, pointing out the obvious.
"No, we haven't," the blond breathed out. "You slept with Diane," he explained. "Never with me."
Harry let out a long sigh, lips quivering. "Okay, fine, we haven't," he whispered and took a step forward, taking his hand in his and looking up into his grey eyes. Draco was frowning. "We can tonight, though. I won't try anything, I promise."
He felt Draco tense against him and relax slowly, exhaling soft puffs of air through his parted lips. Harry brushed gentle circles onto the inside of his wrist, soothingly.
They didn't transfigure the bed in the end but Draco still looked uneasy.
"Can I help you take off your robes?" Harry asked after a moment, fiddling with the expensive fabric between his fingers. Draco's breath hitched and his complexion turned pinker. "I've been wanting to take them off of you for while," Harry continued. "And when I say a while, I don't mean today. I've been wanting to do this for much longer than I care to admit."
Way before I even knew you were her, he didn't say.
Draco said nothing so Harry reached up a hand to the collar of his robes in order to unclasp the brooch tying them up. Draco sucked in a breath and grabbed Harry's hand, stopping him in his momentum.
Harry looked up at him, questioningly, patiently until Draco dropped his hand and let him untie his robes.
The fabric slid off his broad shoulders and fell on the floor gracefully. Harry felt his throat tighten, heart hammering in his chest.
He had done every impossible thing with Diane but with Draco he felt suddenly extremely nervous. There was something absolutely thrilling and terrifying about undressing Draco Malfoy. Harry felt ecstatic and incredibly happy but utterly terrified. His fingers were shaky when he combed them in his silver hair, brushing a strand off his face and pushing it behind his ear.
Draco’s lips shivered as he released a long breath. The corner of his mouth turned upward.
Harry heard the white noise of his own heart thumping in his ears.
"It feels weird like this," Draco whispered, breath warm on Harry’s nose. "When I’m taller than you…"
Harry smiled, eyes riveted on the shape of his lips and the way his tongue caressed their seams. He closed his eyes and grabbed his face in his two hands.
The kiss was slow and languorous and so delicious.
"We don’t have to do anything you don’t want," Harry repeated, his voice warm and husky and reassuring. He let his fingers trail down Draco’s face and neck to rest onto his torso.
It wasn’t a tenuous affair, getting ready for bed. Draco didn’t feel comfortable enough around Harry to undress in front of him. Which was strange, because Harry had seen him naked and Draco had been very comfortable then, walking starkers around him in the locker room. He had been proud then and almost flirtatious.
A complete opposite to the shy and insecure boy that just locked himself in the bathroom, blushing furiously and avoiding Harry’s gaze at all cost. Harry wondered how he could help Draco feeling like himself again.
His hair was wet when he was finally out, drops of water pearling down his neck and staining the silk of his pajamas. Draco’s hands were fumbling with the lace on his waist, his eyes were downcast and his entire demeanor transpired uneasiness.
"Come here," Harry said softly. He was already sitting on the bed, under the blankets.
Draco climbed next to him and hesitantly slipped under the covers.
With a hand on his torso Harry pushed him down onto the pillows, caressing the side of his face, pushing away the strands of wet hair to admire his eyes and the aristocratic shape of his nose and the sensuous curl of his mouth. He leant down, planting a soft kiss of the corner of his mouth.
Draco closed his eyes and sighed, kissing him back languorously.
Harry was rock hard but he ignored it, not wanting to push Draco too hard. He pressed his lips to his one last time, rubbing his thump onto his hip, and lay down by his side.
"Good night Draco," he whispered softly and silently flicked his wand to turn off the lights.
There was a moment of silence during which Barry only perceived Draco’s irregular breathing and then he heard him swallow.
"Call me Diane when it’s dark."
Harry started and grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
"No."