Finding My Way Back

Unfortunately for Draco, when he woke the next morning, Harry was no longer in his bed. He gave a little snort, thinking how funny it was that the Gryffindor wasn’t as brave as one would have thought. Although they agreed to finally come out to their peers the next morning, Draco knew Harry was still a bit skittish staying in the dungeons.

He yawned and stretched his arms out, quickly turning his head when he felt a piece of parchment next to him. He picked it up and smiled, his heart melting.

Draco,

Last night was amazing. See you at breakfast.

I love you,
Harry

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering the moment when Harry came inside him. It was simply incredible. The whole night was incredible, in fact. He had never felt closer to the brunet than he did last night. He couldn’t wait to see him again and to tell the whole world they were in love.

He grinned, pulling back his curtains and jumping out of his bed, seeing his dorm mates already awake and getting ready for classes.

“What are you smiling at?” Goyle furrowed his eyebrows at him.

“Nothing,” he replied, excitedly moving to the mirror he insisted on having on the wall next to his bed. He began combing his hair, shaking his head at how giddy he looked. His father would certainly kill him if he ever found out he was allowing others to see his emotions; although, quite truthfully, his father would probably most certainly kill him if he knew the reason behind his happiness.

“You slut, you had sex last night,” Blaise recognized.

Draco gave his best friend a smirk in the mirror, seeing him shake his head and smile, moving closer to him. He continued to style his hair, feeling himself growing nervous at the thought of what was going to happen in less than an hour.

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head, noticing it belonged to Blaise. He gave him another smile before returning his attention to the mirror.

“So who was it?” Blaise inquired.

“You’ll know soon enough,” he replied.

“You’re not gonna tell me?” he pouted.

“Sure I will,” he said, turning back toward him and smirking. “Just not now.”

Blaise huffed, taking a seat on Draco’s bed. He then looked around, as if trying to find a clue somewhere in the sheets. Draco rolled his eyes, picking his backpack off the floor and placing it on his bed where he began stuffing his books inside. Thankfully he had already hidden Harry’s note in his pajama pants.

“Your bed reeks of sex,” Blaise said, scrunching his nose and turning back toward him.

Draco smiled, putting his last book for the day inside his bag. “Jealous?” he teased.

Blaise gave a little snort and looked down, roaming his hand over the linens. He then sighed and looked back up, frowning. “It was Pansy, wasn’t it?”

Draco simply shrugged, moving toward his closet and pulling out his uniform. He put his shirt on first, leaving the buttons unfastened for the moment. He then took off his pajama pants and slid into his trousers, amusedly noting the look Blaise gave him when he did. If only his friend knew how alike they really were. Then again, in less than an hour, he would. The whole school would.

He smiled once again, thinking of Harry and the night they shared. He sat on his bed and began tying his shoes, suddenly turning pale when he noticed that Harry’s note had slipped out of his pajamas. He nervously swallowed but continued to lace his shoes as if nothing was wrong, praying to Merlin that Blaise wouldn’t see it. He was already trying to figure out how to pick it up or at least hide it without his friend noticing, not wanting him to find out like that.

“You finish your essay for Binns?” he asked, hoping it would keep the boy’s eyes from drifting.

“Almost,” Blaise replied, leaning back on Draco’s bed, already dressed and ready.

Draco smiled to himself, glad that the boy had leaned back. He quickly got off the bed and scooped up the letter, hurriedly stashing it underneath his night table. He then let out his breath, smiling once more as he looked over at him. “Comfortable?” he chuckled, seeing him snuggle into his pillows.

Blaise smiled and hugged one of his pillows tightly, taking in a deep breath. He then furrowed his eyebrows, smelling the pillow once more. On the outside, Draco remained calm and collected, but on the inside, he was screaming in fear that Harry had some distinct scent that others were aware of.

Blaise shook his head, moving toward another pillow and sniffing. He then raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking over at Draco. “No way,” he whispered.

Draco quickly moved closer to him, hiding his view from the others. “It’s not what you think,” he tried to explain.

“So this isn’t some other guy’s cologne?” Blaise questioned, pointing to the pillow.

Draco silently looked at the pillow, knowing he didn’t have an excuse. He only ever wore one type of cologne so it wasn’t like he could say it was his.

“Draco,” Blaise quietly said, looking around the room before returning to his friend. “Are you?” he anxiously asked.

Draco sighed, looking around the room himself. When he saw nobody paying them any mind, he returned his attention to Blaise, giving him a slight nod.

“Holy fuck!” Blaise exclaimed.

“What?” Nott called out.

Draco quickly turned his head in his direction and glared. “None of your fucking business, that’s what,” he snapped, turning back toward Blaise and frowning. “We’re coming out together at breakfast,” he quietly explained. “Please don’t say anything until then.”

“What’s in it for me?”

Draco rolled his eyes, forgetting for the moment that he was talking to a Slytherin. “I won’t tell everyone about you and Boot in the backroom of the library,” he raised his eyebrows in challenge.

“How do you know about that?” he gasped.

Draco laughed, shaking his head and smirking, “You just told me.”

Blaise turned his head into the pillows, growling in frustration. Draco continued to chuckle as he buttoned up his shirt. He then turned around and put on his tie, staring at himself in the mirror.

“Fine, then will you at least tell me who it is?” Blaise huffed.

Draco turned toward him, noticing he was sitting up on the bed, eagerly waiting to hear the juicy gossip. He gave him a big grin before pulling on his school robes. “See you at breakfast,” he winked, grabbing his bag and throwing it over his shoulder before hurriedly walking away.

“I hate you!” Blaise cried out.

Draco chuckled, skipping the stairs two steps at a time down to the common room. “I hate you,” he suddenly heard Harry’s voice inside his head. “Hate you too, Harry,” he recalled his own response. He smiled at the memory, making his way to the Great Hall.

“And I hate how you kiss me.”

“I hate how you suck my cock.”

“I hate the way you tease my nipples.”

“I hate the sounds you make when I’m fucking you.”

“I hate when you bite on your bottom lip just before you’re about to come.”

He then stopped in front of a mirror in the corridor right before the Great Hall, combing his hand through his hair. In just a few minutes, he and Harry were finally going to come out. He smiled at his reflection, never realizing how happy one could truly be.

“What do you hate, Draco?”

“I hate that I can’t tell you that I love you.”

He turned away from the mirror and froze, his smile instantly vanishing from his face. Shit. In that next moment, his body fell to the cold hard floor, his world going completely black.

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A/N: Okay, don't get spoiled. These were the only two chapters I've written so far. So don't be upset when updates aren't as fast in the future. :) I mainly wanted to post these two now to see if this story even sounds remotely interesting to you. I have lots of ideas in my head and this one keeps wanting to get out, so I thought I'd give it a shot. I honestly don't know how long this story is going to be or if it will be a happy or sad ending. Like always, I'm going to let my fingers do the typing and see where it leads me. Thanks for giving this fic a chance.