Haunted

XI

‘You didn’t put the charm back on’, Draco informed The Boy Who Was No Longer Asleep, after going through the bed hangings.

‘I forgot’, he said simply, rolling on the bed, implying he wasn’t in the mood for visits.

‘Did you, or were you expecting me?’

‘Believe me, I forgot’, he said bitterly, acknowledging he wouldn’t leave him alone if he asked him. ‘Has your insanity disappeared?’

‘I’ve always been insane. Today you just saw me during the idiotic faze’, Draco explained. ‘So, how’s the Creevey kid holding up?’

‘He’s fine, but he was very annoying when he found out I had trapped you.’

‘See, that’s what you get from helping people’, Draco reprimanded him.

‘I’ll keep that in mind’, he laughed.

‘Are you still mad at me for what I did to him?’

‘No, Draco, but I still think you should’ve told me…’

‘You called me Draco’, he smirked.

‘Yeah, well… I hope I don’t kick myself later for saying this, but I kind of missed you’, Harry said, trying to avoid the ghost’s eyes and rolling on his sides again.

‘You know, Harry… being unable to move for over a week forced me to think a lot about our… situation’, Draco started, placing himself besides him to be able to look at him in the face. ‘My whole life I thought I hated you because we were the complete opposite to the other: you were a Gryffindor, I was a Slytherin; you fought the Dark side and I supported it. Lately, I noticed none of that matters, because deep down we’re just the same. We’re so alike it makes me sick, really.’

‘I know what you mean’, Harry laughed. Draco brushed an icy hand through his cheek and Harry closed his eyes and smiled.

‘It may sound stupid, but it all comes down to that. That’s why you were the only one who was ever capable to irritate me. You are the only one who really knows me, Harry. And now that I’ve come to that conclusion… I don’t think I want to lose you again…’

Now, it was Draco the one who was avoiding the other boy’s eyes. Harry was awfully silent, and Draco’s words repeated themselves in his own head. They sounded so daft to him now that made his stomach flip in fear. What had he done? Now he remembered why Malfoys didn’t express feelings. Draco looked at Harry and found tears in those startling green eyes.

‘OK, I’m going to go kill myself again now…’, Draco said, beginning to fly away.

‘No, wait!’

Harry grabbed him by the wrist to stop him, but his hand closed letting the icy fog slip away from him.

‘I love you…’

Draco stopped in the air, feeling unable to breathe (not that he really needed to breathe for that matter). Without even thinking, he threw himself into Harry and pulled back, touching all those sensitive spots to hear his gasp and moan. He needed to please him. He felt he’d die all over again if he didn’t.

‘Oh, God… Draco!’

‘Masturbate for me…’, he whispered. ‘I need to see you, hear you… Fuck, I wish I could do it for you.’

Harry pulled down his pants without looking away from those silvery eyes so full of desire that he found so fascinating. Draco gulped at the sight in front of him. Harry was the most perfect personification of pleasure. He wasn’t even touching him, and yet he screamed his name. Draco’s bottom lip trembled as he unconsciously rubbed himself, but he didn’t want to go further than that for the fear of missing a second of the most exhilarating show he had ever seen.

Harry arched upwards. His hand was pumping faster. He moaned and cursed driving Draco to the edge of the cliff called madness, leaving him with his mouth open, practically drooling all over himself. Without laying a hand on him, Harry made him come first.

‘Oh, shit, yes!’, Harry screamed, finishing up with himself. He was shaking from head to toe, breathing so fast it seemed impossible for the air to actually reach his lungs, and then he just slumped on the bed without even removing his sticky hand from himself.

Draco kissed him softly and whispered ‘thank you’.