Falling

***I\'ve been writing for 4 hours straight...so if you guys don\'t like the story...bite it...I\'m tired...it\'s 7:30 in the morning...and I don\'t know why I\'m not in bed yet...

When Draco woke the next morning he felt like he had been hit with a bludger over and over and over in the head. He groaned sitting up. “Morning sunshine.” An amused voice said from the kitchen. Trying to remember where the hell he was, he looked around. Harry was pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Why does my head hurt so damn bad?” Draco asked, holding his sore head in his hands. “Did you poison me?”

“No, though I’m not sure why. Have you ever gotten drunk before?”

“No.” Draco confessed. Harry sat down on the other couch, propping his feet up on the table. Standing, Draco went into the kitchen and searched for a glass.

“It’s in the second cabinet.” Harry called out. Damn inf infuriating cute voice, Draco thought with some vengeance. Why did he have to sound so happy? Scowling, and still trying to ignore his aching head, Draco poured himself a cup and walked back over to the couch. “Sleep okay?”

Nodding, Draco sipped at the black liquid. It was incredibly strong. “Gods Harry, this is horrible!” Draco nearly spit it out, but swallowed.

He was laughing. Harry Potter was laughing at him! Draco wondered where the angry boy he had n jun just a couple of years ago was. This couldn’t be him, with his eyes brightly shining, and the smile on his lips. “What happened to you?” Draco asked before he thought.

The question didn’t seem to phase Harry in the least. He shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. “I don’t have to be the Golden Boy anymore,” he spoke softly. “No one knows me here. I used a glamour charm to cover the scar, just in case any wizards or witches noticed. I haven’t looked back on the wizarding world, or Hogwarts, since I left.” Swallowing hard, Harry looked up over the brim of his cup. “I wanted to apologize for what happened between us.”

“It’s not like I’ve been thinking about it every day since it happened.” Draco said, taking another sip of the coffee. A lopsided grin found his lips. “You’re forgiven.”

“You won’t…you won’t tell anyone where I am would you? I don’t want anyone knowing that I live here. I’m happy here by myself.”

“Of course not. It’s not like you’re the topic of conversations. Since graduation, everyone has just assumed your died. Even Granger. I ran into her at the Ministry of Magic a few months ago. Married to Longbottom as it were.” Draco took another sip, staring deep into the Emerald before him. He had gotten his apology that he wanted, a sincere one at that. Why wasn’t it enough?

“Is that so? Always thought Neville had a crush on her.” Harry was quiet, thinking. His mind floated back to the kiss they shared the night before. Obviously Draco didn’t remember it. Which made Harry wonder, did it mean anything? Was Draco just drunk the night before, and doing the stupid things that drunk people did?

There was only one way to find out.

Draco thought Harry was getting up to get more coffee. He walked by the couch, leaned down, and placed his lips to Draco’s. There was no initial surprise. Draco nearly dropped the coffee cup, wrapping his one free arm around Harry, pulling him closer.

Breaking out of the tight grasp Draco had on him, Harry stood, and kept going into the kitchen. For a moment Draco wasn’t sure exactly how to act. He blinked, then stood, following Harry. “Wait a minute, you can’t just kiss me like that then walk off.”

“What do you expect me to do?” Harry asked, arching an eyebrow. He continued to clean out his cup and set it down.

“I don’t know. But that’s just not proper etiquette.” He set his cup down.

“Tell me Draco, what is proper etiquette?” Harry asked. Gods, why did he have to be so graceful. Had he gotten taller? Was he moving closer. Yes, yes he was. He was standing right in front of Draco now one arm bracing against the counter, the other on the wall, trapping the blond.

“Well, be be honest you…” he was stuttering. Gods he was stuttering now.

“Yes?” Harry purred, nuzzling Draco’s neck. Placing tentative kisses along the smooth pale neck he had missed so much.

Moaning softly, Draco tilted his head to the side, “well that’s really nice. Very nice.”

Harry pulled Draco’s shirt above his head, disregarding all the thoughts in his head. He had needed this for so long. Needed to feel the soft skin of Draco’s chest. Hear the desire in Draco’s voice. The blond was shaking, wrapping his arms around Harry. His head leaning back against the wall.

There was no denying it, he was Harry’s. He had been fighting those words for two years, but he knew it was true. “Fuck Harry, I’ve missed you.”

“You have no idea.” Harry whispered, returning to those soft lips. There was a frenzy of passion in the kiss, mouths opening, taking and giving. Groaning, Harry pulled away. “Slow down.” With an ease Draco didn’t think possible, Harry picked up the slighter boy and carried him into the bedroom. “I made a big mistake when we were last together. I plan on doing it right this time.”

Unable to speak, Draco nodded, and let those talented fingers remove the rest of his clothing. Harry nearly laughed, noticing Draco still didn’t wear underwear. This was no laughing matter though. He kissed up the muscled calves, the smooth skin of his thighs, finally taking Draco into his mouth.

Arching off the bed, Draco cried out, his nails digging into Harry’s shirt. The Gryffindor was definitely wearing too many clothes. However, the feelings Harry’s mouth was creating was enough to drive him insane with desire.

Then he was gone. Draco opened his eyes, watching the emerald and Harry stripped in front of him. It was a beautiful sight, Harry’s nude body. Tone and lean, hard and smooth. He returned to Draco, kissing him deeply, letting their tongues dance playfully. His hands were grabbing at the nightstand, grabbing his hardly ever used wand. Muttering softly against Draco’s lips, he began readying himself.

Last time there was nothing but pain when Harry entered him. This time the sheer pleasure of it nearly caused him to faint. He arched off the bed, his legs wrapping around the hard back. Harry leaned down, capturing Draco’s lips, slowly thrusting. Each deep.

“Tell me you’re mine.” Harry whispered against Draco’s lips.

“I am. I’m yours always. Only you.” Draco felt tears at his eyes, his emotions running in a hazy blur. He felt Harry’s hand pumping to the time of his excruciatingly slow movements. Digging his nails deeper into the hard flesh, Draco arched back, crying out Harry’s name.

Capturing Draco’s lips once more, Harry murmured Draco’s name and collapsed on top of the paler boy.

It was several minutes before Harry or Draco could move. Slowly Harry rolled over, taking Draco with him. Draco laid, half on top of Harry, half next to him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Harry playing with his hair.

“Do you have to go back to London right away?” Harry finally asked. He hoped that the fear he was feeling didn’t show in his voice.

“I don’t have any urgent business,” Draco concluded after a few minutes.

“No job. No boyfriend?”

“Neither,” smiling, Draco kissed the sweat damped chest. “Why?”

“I was thinking maybe we could have breakfast. And then lunch. And probably dinner. Then maybe do this again tonight after I get off of work, and start all over tomorrow.” He paused, still playing with the long strands of hair. “I want to get to know you. I want to know everything about you. Down to your favorite color.”

“Emerald.”

Smiling, Harry shifted, and lifted Draco’s head until they looked each other in the eye. “I want to fall in love with you.”

The words were so soft, Draco was sure he thought he made them up. He smirked, “you’re not already?”

“Are you?” Harry countered.

Leaning forward, Draco kissed him. “Maybe. I don’t know. I think I might be.”

“Then we won’t have to work very hard, will we? Cause I think I might be in love with you too.”


****It is really weird how this story has turned out. I didn\'t expect it to get happy...I must be on crack...why am I still awake!???

R/R?