Close Enough

Ch 16 Night Alone, part 2

The minutes after the near kiss, found Harry and Draco sharing a very uneasy silence. Draco didn’t know what to say, he knew what was happening, but he also knew that Harry didn’t. He knew that this was something that Harry had to come to on his own; it was part of the bond that Harry had to realize what was going on by without any outside assistance. That’s why Cord had given him the little assignment of touching Harry when he could, it would help him realize the connection that they shared more quickly. She also told him that it would help that they shared a room together, because the more time that you spend with your intended the more your magic and theirs connects around you. She had said that this fact in itself might be enough for Harry to figure it out. So Draco, knowing that there was nothing that he could do until Harry picked up on the connection, just sat there on Harry’s bed looking down at the book in Harry’s lap pretending to read about the different kinds of blood replenishing potions.
Harry on the other hand was confused, no not just confused, he was feeling befuddled and kind of scared. He too was looking down at the book, however his eyes were unfocused. He was feeling the need to lean closer to Draco, who was sitting already what would be normally called ‘too close for comfort’. Harry also found that he liked the fact that their shoulders were touching, and he noticed that Draco smelled strongly of spice and cedar almost as though he had come from outside instead of the shower. He was very afraid that if Draco knew what he was thinking, that he would laugh.
Just as Draco was fighting with himself whether or not to get up and finish getting ready for bed, he felt Harry begin to shift slightly. A quick glance up at Harry’s face and Draco knew that it was an unconscious action that Harry’s leg was now pressed firmly against his own. Draco could feel the warmth of his intended’s body through the thin material of his pants, he could also feel his body begin to respond to being so close. It was slowly building up inside of him; being that close to Harry, his scent was very strong in this close of proximity, and subsequently Draco was beginning to become extremely aroused. The touch was good, it was great to be that close, but he needed to get away before he couldn’t control his actions. He realized that he needed to move away from Harry before he did something that would damage any progress that he had made. So Draco slid from Harry’s bed and went to retrieve a shirt from his wardrobe.
As he slid from the bed he heard the softest whimper. Being faced away from Harry allowed Draco to actually smirk, and it was all he could do to keep from giggling like a little school girl. Harry was sad that Draco had moved, that meant that he was enjoying being so close. Draco was ecstatic, had he been alone at the moment he probably would have actually jumped for joy. However seeing as he wasn’t alone, Draco merely calmly pulled on a shirt before turning back to look at Harry.
The air felt cold against Harry’s skin where it had been touching Draco’s. He felt the confusions welling up inside, like it was a balloon slowly filling that was going to burst. Harry took a moment to glance up at Draco; he admired his perfectly sculpted back before it was covered with a T-shirt. Quickly looking back at the book in his lap, Harry decided his mind was apparently not up for anymore studying tonight and closed the book setting it on the table by his bed. When he looked up at Draco again it was to find him looking back, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
‘Does he even know how cute he is when he’s confused?’ Draco wondered. ‘I can’t even imagine what he is thinking right now. Probably that he’s going crazy.’ Draco smiled at this thought. ‘He’s not going crazy, but I might. I can feel the bond getting stronger; I can feel his body calling me.’ Draco sighed and climbed into his bed.
Harry watched as Draco suddenly looked sad. ‘Why does he look sad? And why is he looking at me like that?’ Harry slid under the covers of his bed, stretching out. ‘I don’t like how his eyes get dark when he’s sad. They are much more inviting when they are shiny silver, like when he smiles.’ Harry smiled to himself at this thought, looking over at Draco.
“’night Draco.” Harry said smiling softly. Before blowing out the candle by his bed. Draco smiled at him softly, pulling a book off his table. “You too, Harry.” Draco replied softly as he watched Harry slowly fall asleep, a smile still playing at his lips.