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Ch 15 Night Alone

Harry spent most of Saturday sleeping to regain his strength and build up his magic stores before he had to go back out into the rest of the school. His friends visited for a few hours, chatting mainly about the coming gig, however all the talk tired Harry out quickly. When they were getting ready to leave Cord pulled Draco into the hall.
“Draco, I am heading home for tonight, it’s Cloe and my’s anniversary. So I won’t be coming back to stay with Harry.” Cord told him.
“But what if…” Draco began but Cord stopped him.
“If anything happens, you will be here with him.” She looked at him seriously. “You are meant to be with him, so I’m sure if anything happens you will take care of him. And fill any of his needs.” Cord smiled softly, “One piece of advice though, if he is having a nightmare don’t wake him. All you need to do is pet him a little and he calms right back down.” Draco looked uneasy. It wasn’t that he didn’t think that he could take care of Harry, he just didn’t know if Harry would accept him doing it. Cord examined his face for a moment, “You’ll be fine, don’t worry.” Draco still felt unsure, but nodded anyway.
In no time at all Harry’s friends were gone for the night. Draco reentered his and Harry’s room to find Harry reading a large book.
“What are you reading?” Draco asked as he tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper.
Harry looked up at the question. His eyes grew slightly wide as he took in the sight before him. Draco, hair damp but still falling slightly in his face; lounge pants riding low on his hips revealing a small dragon tattoo on his left hipbone; and no shirt. Harry couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the toned chest and flat stomach in front of him. He felt warm, like if he didn’t run over and touch that skin this very moment he was going to collapse and die on the spot. Harry shook his head slightly remembering Draco had asked him a question.
“It’s for our potions project.” Harry looked back at the book, “Were you aware that there are fifteen different types of blood replenishing potions that are commonly used?”
Draco watched as Harry’s eyes roamed over his body, smirking to himself when Harry began to blush as he stared at Draco’s chest. He actually chuckled when Harry swiftly answered his question and then asked another.
“There are? Why?” Draco asked casually walking over and sitting next to Harry looking down at the book with him.
“Well…” Harry pointed, “this one is only to be used on small children,” points to another, “older people,” another “muggles,” another “Creatures,” another, “natural blood loss,” another, “Vampiric blood loss,” at this point he turns his head slightly to look at Draco, “Each one is used for a different reason.” Draco turned his head now looking directly into Harry’s eyes.
Draco hadn’t realized until that moment that he was sitting so close to the other boy. He hadn’t realized that their bare shoulders were touching ever so slightly. But now he noticed these things. He also noticed that Harry didn’t seem uncomfortable, yes he was now blushing ever so slightly, but he wasn’t telling Draco to go away.
They both just stared into each other’s eyes, searching. Neither one knew really what they were looking for, but something. Draco’s eyes flicked to Harry’s lips when he unconsciously licked them, but quickly returned his gaze to Harry’s eyes. They were beautiful. They felt deep, as though you could get lost in everything you found there, all of the emotion that was expressed through them. Draco took in how they were actually a few different shades of green, dark in the middle and lighter around the outside. They almost seemed to display a starburst pattern from the pupil, Draco thought they were perfect.
As the two locked eyes, they were slowly leaning towards each other. When their faces were only a few inches apart, however, Harry noticed. He quickly leaned back, blushing deeper, and looking down at the text in his lap. ‘Why do I feel like this now? What he hell is going on with me!?’ Harry asked himself. He had felt a strange force pulling him towards Draco as soon as they locked eyes, he felt like there was a magnet in his body that was looking to attach itself to something.
Draco watched the emotions play over his intendeds face. He smirked to himself as he saw confusion, longing, desire, panic, more confusion, then need; all rise and then fall from Harry’s face. He knew what was happening, even if Harry didn’t. Even if Harry’s mind hadn’t figured out that Draco was his mate, at this point it sure seemed that his body had.