Harry Potter and The Bound Prince (BP1)
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Better Late, Than Never
Chapter Number/Total: 6/37
Chapter Title: Better Late, Than Never
Words: 2817 Words
"It's just an old Potions book," Harry said simply, scooting up close to Draco so he could tell him about the book as he looked at it. "It was owned by some bloke called the Half-Blood Prince; dunno what that means, but there you have it."
Draco's eyes widened a bit and then he opened the book and looked at the flyleaf with the name, frowning. He began turning pages, looking at all the changes that had been made to them.
"There are modified versions of almost all the potions. There are even some spells in there," Harry said, flipping the book for Draco to show him some of the spells. "I don't know what all of them do, but I have used some really great ones. Whoever this Prince was, he was brilliant."
Draco nodded, getting caught up in the notations. He was muttering things under this breath. "Umm, that would work," and "Never would have thought of that," and "Really now ..."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Interesting?" he asked, smiling slightly. He leaned in more and rested his chin on Draco's shoulder, wanting the new-found comfort between them to return.
Draco's eyes unfocused for a moment at Harry's touch, and he completely lost track of what he'd been reading. "Mmm," he hummed.
"Oh," Harry said suddenly, completely oblivious to what his touch did to Draco. He pointed to the word Sectumsempra written on the page. "Look at this spell, it says it's for enemies, but I have no clue what it does. I haven't really had a chance to test it out. I don't know if it would be a good idea to anyway .…"
Draco's eyes snapped back to the page and narrowed. He frowned. "You never studied Latin, did you?" he asked with a sigh. He couldn't believe how bad the pre-Hogwarts education was for most of the students.
"No," Harry said, laughing. "Where on earth would I have learnt that? The Muggle primary school I went to?"
"I started learning Latin when I was six," Draco drawled. It wasn't as if his opinion of Muggles could really go much further down, but it still shocked him that they had allowed Harry to be raised that way.
"Well, we can't all be pureblooded rich kids, can we?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you bring up Latin anyway?"
Draco rolled his eyes and snorted. "Have you missed the fact that most our spells are based on Latin?" He turned his face to look at Harry. Probably a mistake, that. Looking into Harry's eyes made his brain stop dead again.
"Well, I know that's where they come from, but it doesn't mean I know the language," Harry said with a shrug, leaning in to carelessly kiss the end of Draco's nose.
Without thinking, Draco lifted his face so that the kiss landed not on his nose, but his lips. He sucked in a breath, the book forgotten in his lap, and brought one hand up to lay a palm against Harry's cheek.
Harry let his eyes fall shut, sighing into the unexpected kiss. "Mmm," he let out slowly, running circle patterns on the skin of Draco's leg.
Draco's mouth opened, his tongue tracing Harry's lips and his body trembling again under the rush of feeling.
Harry leaned into the kiss and moaned. He broke it and pressed his forehead against Draco's, breathing heavily and quietly at the same time. "How do you do this to me?" he asked in an almost pained voice.
Draco snorted, his hand sliding back into Harry's hair and his other supporting his own weight lest he fall back on the bed, which he actually wanted to do. The only thing he wanted right then was Harry. "I wish we never had to leave this room."
"Me too," Harry answered, eyes half-lidded. "You have no idea how much I never want to leave here." He kissed Draco again, stroking his hair.
Draco gave up trying to stay upright, allowing the weight of Harry leaning into him to bring them both down to the mattress again. One hand clenched in Harry's hair while the other wrapped around his waist. He kissed like he needed it to live, which he found ironic when it occurred to him.
"Fuck, Draco, you're amazing," Harry whispered, kissing every part of Draco he could reach. "I want to do this all day, every minute. Merlin, I would if I could." He was desperate, like someone might come and pull Draco out from under him and drag him away.
Draco groaned under the assault of Harry's kisses. "Amazing, yes," he gasped, lying there, allowing Harry to touch him. Unsurprisingly, he was hard again and his skin seemed on fire.
Harry wasn't even sure why he was having such amazingly strong feelings for Draco, whom he had disliked greatly only a few days ago. He felt like he actually trusted him, like there was a sort of similarity between them that allowed him to feel this way. He felt insane; he felt drunk. Everything about Draco Malfoy had intoxicated him, and he didn't even know how it had happened.
Draco felt dizzy again, overwhelmed by the intensity of Harry's attention, touches, and the energy that was Harry's magic. Harry was naked and yet, it did not make him look vulnerable. It made him look stronger somehow. Draco had a moment where he wondered what would have happened if he had kissed Harry a year ago instead of now. But then he shoved the thought aside, knowing how useless it was. He tried to shove all thought away, just touching and kissing Harry.
Harry reached down and began slowly undoing the buttons of Draco's shirt again. He wanted to feel Draco's body against his own, wanted to kiss and lick every inch of that wonderfully gorgeous, pale skin. His cock twitched at the thought, and Harry knew that Draco had to have some sort of magical ability to turn him on. There wasn't any other explanation; there couldn't be.
Draco lay spread under Harry's touch like some kind of sacrifice. He smiled dreamily, thinking that it would be the perfect way to die. He was sighing and mewing like a kitten at that point, and didn't care what he looked like.
Harry finished with the buttons and slid down Draco's body, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking. He used one hand to reach down and rest against Draco's inner-thigh, and he pressed the other one flat against Draco's stomach, trying to touch as much skin as possible.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco gasped when Harry's mouth closed on his nipple and his hands moved over him. His fingers in Harry's hair were clenching and pulling at those thick strands.
Harry licked his way over to Draco's right nipple, sucking on it as well. He moved the hand on Draco's thigh over a bit and cupped his balls, squeezing them lightly as he moaned against Draco's skin.
"Oh, Merlin," Draco moaned as well, his body shaking and his head tossing from side to side.
Harry looked up at Draco. He looked so gorgeous tossing around as he was. He licked his way down Draco's chest and stomach until his hands were gripping the backs of Draco's knees and Draco's cock was directly in front of him. He knew what he wanted to do, but he wasn't sure if he was going to be any good at it. He laughed a bit on the inside at the fact that they'd fucked before they'd sucked each other off.
When Harry's hands rested on his knees, Draco realised what the other boy was going to do and his breath caught. He drew his own arms back and tried to prop himself up on his elbows so he could see. He was still dizzy, but he wasn't going to miss this.
Harry licked his lips and then looked up at Draco. Their eyes locked and Harry brought one hand up and slowly grasped Draco's cock, facing it toward himself. He bent forward until he was so close to Draco, he could have stuck out his tongue and licked him. He breathed on it a few times and then closed his eyes and took just the head into his mouth.
"Oh, Gods!" Draco nearly choked on the words, and then he shuddered, his eyes closing as his head fell back.
Harry figured that reaction was good. It felt a bit odd to have Draco's cock in his mouth, but he also loved it because of what it was doing to the boy beneath him. He sucked Draco inside until he was a little more than halfway in, but he couldn't go any further without gagging.
Draco gasped and sighed. He gave up trying to watch and threw his arms out, grasping at the bed covers. "Harry, oh, yes, please," he babbled.
Harry grinned around Draco's cock, loving the sounds he was making and the things he was saying. He drew back and licked the head again, sticking his tongue into the slit before licking along the entire length until he was at the base of it. He bent lower and mouthed along Draco's balls, sucking each of them in turn, and letting out a little moan.
"Yes, yes, oh, Gods, yes!" Draco chanted, his body trembling. Harry Potter was doing this to him. The boy who had probably caused him the most pain in his life was now giving the most pleasure he had ever felt.
Harry returned to Draco's length and lowered his mouth over it again. He began bobbing his head freely, dragging his tongue against the underside of Draco's cock. He tried to take him in deeper and managed to a little bit, although not much. It was a bit frustrating; he wanted to give Draco as much pleasure as possible.
Draco had begun sobbing. "Yes, Gods, you are amazing, Harry!" He was gripping the covers. "Close, so close!"
Harry increased his efforts, his heart speeding up. He thought for a second about pulling away from Draco while he came, but then took him in as deep as he could, ready and waiting, while he worked his tongue furiously.
Draco felt the tremors focus inward until he came, his whole body going rigid, and it felt like he was pouring his life into Harry in that moment. He was almost surprised, and maybe even a touch disappointed, that he didn't die right then.
Harry tried to get it all, but, inevitably, some escaped him out the side of his mouth. It tasted a bit strange and slightly bitter, but it was Draco, and that made it ten times better.
Draco lay panting, his head swimming. "Harry, Harry," he whispered over and over again.
Harry smiled and crawled back up Draco's body. He smoothed his sweaty hair back away from his face and simply looked down at him. He was so gorgeous; he really was. All sharp angles and points while also looking soft. Harry'd never really looked at him before. He'd always known Draco was handsome, in the same way he'd known other boys were handsome, but that wasn't it. Draco was beautiful when Harry was allowed to look at him without feeling anger, resentment or hatred. He was beautiful.
"Harry, please," Draco begged. "Please." He tried to lift his arms but they seemed very heavy.
Harry's brows pulled together. "What is it?" he asked concernedly, stroking Draco's face.
Draco sighed, trying to think of what he wanted, what he could actually give voice to. He sighed, instead asking, "Kiss me."
Harry sighed in relief; he seemed to do that a lot where Draco was concerned. "I can do that," he whispered, leaning in to do so.
Harry's breath in his, the taste of his lips, and the feel of him pressing down made Draco feel more whole, as if he were somehow giving back the energy he'd taken. It was a strange notion, Draco thought. He slid his hands weakly up Harry's arms and around his neck, feeling like he would never get enough.
Harry hissed with pleasure. How could anything feel so good? It seemed impossible and yet there he was, in a bed with Draco Malfoy, the last person on earth he would've ever thought he'd end up with. He wanted to tell Draco how he felt, but he didn't know how. "Draco," he said. "Draco. Draco. Draco. I don't ... (kiss) ... know what to say or how to say it, but ... (kiss) ... Merlin, I feel like you're the only person in the world who can make me feel this way ... (kiss) ... I feel like everything's upside down ... (kiss) ... like everything's gone all crazy, but I don't ... (kiss) ... care, because I think I'm ..."
Draco had to be delirious, because he felt like he was exactly where he should be. This felt so right and, yet, he knew it couldn't last.
Harry bit his lip, wondering if he should finish his sentence at all. It had only been two days, and maybe he was mad, or lost in the moment, but he burned with what he wanted to say. Would it scare Draco away? Merlin, he hoped not. "Draco, I think I'm falling in love with you," he blurted.
Harry's words seem to wake a part of Draco's mind. The part that smirked and strutted around the halls of Hogwarts. "You think?" he said, laughing. "Took you so long you almost missed your chance." His voice was almost the old sneer, but his arms had come around Harry's waist, holding him tight against him.
Harry smiled slightly, blushing, and then he bit his lip. "Sorry," he said quietly, tracing Draco's eyebrows, nose, and lips with a finger.
Draco looked into Harry's eyes, a soft smile on his lips. "If I hadn't kissed you in the bathroom, who knows what might have happened? Isn't this better than hexing each other?"
"I think just a bit," said Harry gently. He bent his head and brushed his lips against Draco's before whispering against them, "I love you, you great, bloody, Slytherin prat."
Draco felt awake and alive; it was a strange sensation. Harry's attention was like the sun, warming him through. "Well, better late than never, Potter." He smirked. Then he reached up, caressing Harry's face and playing with one of the dark locks that always seemed to be falling forward.
"Late!" Harry laughed almost hysterically. "It's only been two days! I thought for sure you would throw me off you and high-tail it out of here after I said that." He felt like he was flying. His heart felt as light as a feather. His entire body felt as light as a feather. He wanted to jump up, and scream, and whoop, and dance around the room. He would've done exactly that, but he didn't want to move away from Draco.
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. "I began to suspect you felt something after the incident on the train," he said, sighing. "Well, I knew I had strong 'feelings' for you, and then you were following me obsessively. I figured if I kissed you, you would either kiss me back or kill me. Either way, I would have what I wanted."
Harry frowned at that last line. "Draco, stop talking about all this dying shit," he said, flicking his nose. "It's morbid, and if anyone in here's going to die, it'll be me."
Eyebrow raised, Draco grinned. "You are competing with me over which one of us will die first? Bloody Gryffindor!"
Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, grinning despite the seriousness of the situation. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and kissed him hard on the lips. "You're perfect," he said simply, wondering exactly when he'd begun thinking that. "Terribly, wonderfully, beautifully perfect."
"That's another thing it's taken you too bloody long to figure out!" Draco said with a laugh. He reached down and gave Harry a light slap on the arse.
Harry stared at Draco for a full five seconds after that and then rolled off him and began laughing like a mad man. He kicked his legs and threw his head back and just laughed like he hadn't in a long time. He couldn't remember ever being so happy.
Draco sat up and looked down at Harry, smiling at him. He didn't know if he had ever seen anything like him before. "You've lost it, Potter," he said in a tone that implied everything wonderful his words didn't say.
Harry finally stopped laughing and sighed happily. "I know," he said, and then he put his hands behind his head and sighed again. "It feels amazing to lose it. I wish I would've lost it a long time ago."
"Me too," Draco said softly.
Chapter Title: Better Late, Than Never
Words: 2817 Words
"It's just an old Potions book," Harry said simply, scooting up close to Draco so he could tell him about the book as he looked at it. "It was owned by some bloke called the Half-Blood Prince; dunno what that means, but there you have it."
Draco's eyes widened a bit and then he opened the book and looked at the flyleaf with the name, frowning. He began turning pages, looking at all the changes that had been made to them.
"There are modified versions of almost all the potions. There are even some spells in there," Harry said, flipping the book for Draco to show him some of the spells. "I don't know what all of them do, but I have used some really great ones. Whoever this Prince was, he was brilliant."
Draco nodded, getting caught up in the notations. He was muttering things under this breath. "Umm, that would work," and "Never would have thought of that," and "Really now ..."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Interesting?" he asked, smiling slightly. He leaned in more and rested his chin on Draco's shoulder, wanting the new-found comfort between them to return.
Draco's eyes unfocused for a moment at Harry's touch, and he completely lost track of what he'd been reading. "Mmm," he hummed.
"Oh," Harry said suddenly, completely oblivious to what his touch did to Draco. He pointed to the word Sectumsempra written on the page. "Look at this spell, it says it's for enemies, but I have no clue what it does. I haven't really had a chance to test it out. I don't know if it would be a good idea to anyway .…"
Draco's eyes snapped back to the page and narrowed. He frowned. "You never studied Latin, did you?" he asked with a sigh. He couldn't believe how bad the pre-Hogwarts education was for most of the students.
"No," Harry said, laughing. "Where on earth would I have learnt that? The Muggle primary school I went to?"
"I started learning Latin when I was six," Draco drawled. It wasn't as if his opinion of Muggles could really go much further down, but it still shocked him that they had allowed Harry to be raised that way.
"Well, we can't all be pureblooded rich kids, can we?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you bring up Latin anyway?"
Draco rolled his eyes and snorted. "Have you missed the fact that most our spells are based on Latin?" He turned his face to look at Harry. Probably a mistake, that. Looking into Harry's eyes made his brain stop dead again.
"Well, I know that's where they come from, but it doesn't mean I know the language," Harry said with a shrug, leaning in to carelessly kiss the end of Draco's nose.
Without thinking, Draco lifted his face so that the kiss landed not on his nose, but his lips. He sucked in a breath, the book forgotten in his lap, and brought one hand up to lay a palm against Harry's cheek.
Harry let his eyes fall shut, sighing into the unexpected kiss. "Mmm," he let out slowly, running circle patterns on the skin of Draco's leg.
Draco's mouth opened, his tongue tracing Harry's lips and his body trembling again under the rush of feeling.
Harry leaned into the kiss and moaned. He broke it and pressed his forehead against Draco's, breathing heavily and quietly at the same time. "How do you do this to me?" he asked in an almost pained voice.
Draco snorted, his hand sliding back into Harry's hair and his other supporting his own weight lest he fall back on the bed, which he actually wanted to do. The only thing he wanted right then was Harry. "I wish we never had to leave this room."
"Me too," Harry answered, eyes half-lidded. "You have no idea how much I never want to leave here." He kissed Draco again, stroking his hair.
Draco gave up trying to stay upright, allowing the weight of Harry leaning into him to bring them both down to the mattress again. One hand clenched in Harry's hair while the other wrapped around his waist. He kissed like he needed it to live, which he found ironic when it occurred to him.
"Fuck, Draco, you're amazing," Harry whispered, kissing every part of Draco he could reach. "I want to do this all day, every minute. Merlin, I would if I could." He was desperate, like someone might come and pull Draco out from under him and drag him away.
Draco groaned under the assault of Harry's kisses. "Amazing, yes," he gasped, lying there, allowing Harry to touch him. Unsurprisingly, he was hard again and his skin seemed on fire.
Harry wasn't even sure why he was having such amazingly strong feelings for Draco, whom he had disliked greatly only a few days ago. He felt like he actually trusted him, like there was a sort of similarity between them that allowed him to feel this way. He felt insane; he felt drunk. Everything about Draco Malfoy had intoxicated him, and he didn't even know how it had happened.
Draco felt dizzy again, overwhelmed by the intensity of Harry's attention, touches, and the energy that was Harry's magic. Harry was naked and yet, it did not make him look vulnerable. It made him look stronger somehow. Draco had a moment where he wondered what would have happened if he had kissed Harry a year ago instead of now. But then he shoved the thought aside, knowing how useless it was. He tried to shove all thought away, just touching and kissing Harry.
Harry reached down and began slowly undoing the buttons of Draco's shirt again. He wanted to feel Draco's body against his own, wanted to kiss and lick every inch of that wonderfully gorgeous, pale skin. His cock twitched at the thought, and Harry knew that Draco had to have some sort of magical ability to turn him on. There wasn't any other explanation; there couldn't be.
Draco lay spread under Harry's touch like some kind of sacrifice. He smiled dreamily, thinking that it would be the perfect way to die. He was sighing and mewing like a kitten at that point, and didn't care what he looked like.
Harry finished with the buttons and slid down Draco's body, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking. He used one hand to reach down and rest against Draco's inner-thigh, and he pressed the other one flat against Draco's stomach, trying to touch as much skin as possible.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco gasped when Harry's mouth closed on his nipple and his hands moved over him. His fingers in Harry's hair were clenching and pulling at those thick strands.
Harry licked his way over to Draco's right nipple, sucking on it as well. He moved the hand on Draco's thigh over a bit and cupped his balls, squeezing them lightly as he moaned against Draco's skin.
"Oh, Merlin," Draco moaned as well, his body shaking and his head tossing from side to side.
Harry looked up at Draco. He looked so gorgeous tossing around as he was. He licked his way down Draco's chest and stomach until his hands were gripping the backs of Draco's knees and Draco's cock was directly in front of him. He knew what he wanted to do, but he wasn't sure if he was going to be any good at it. He laughed a bit on the inside at the fact that they'd fucked before they'd sucked each other off.
When Harry's hands rested on his knees, Draco realised what the other boy was going to do and his breath caught. He drew his own arms back and tried to prop himself up on his elbows so he could see. He was still dizzy, but he wasn't going to miss this.
Harry licked his lips and then looked up at Draco. Their eyes locked and Harry brought one hand up and slowly grasped Draco's cock, facing it toward himself. He bent forward until he was so close to Draco, he could have stuck out his tongue and licked him. He breathed on it a few times and then closed his eyes and took just the head into his mouth.
"Oh, Gods!" Draco nearly choked on the words, and then he shuddered, his eyes closing as his head fell back.
Harry figured that reaction was good. It felt a bit odd to have Draco's cock in his mouth, but he also loved it because of what it was doing to the boy beneath him. He sucked Draco inside until he was a little more than halfway in, but he couldn't go any further without gagging.
Draco gasped and sighed. He gave up trying to watch and threw his arms out, grasping at the bed covers. "Harry, oh, yes, please," he babbled.
Harry grinned around Draco's cock, loving the sounds he was making and the things he was saying. He drew back and licked the head again, sticking his tongue into the slit before licking along the entire length until he was at the base of it. He bent lower and mouthed along Draco's balls, sucking each of them in turn, and letting out a little moan.
"Yes, yes, oh, Gods, yes!" Draco chanted, his body trembling. Harry Potter was doing this to him. The boy who had probably caused him the most pain in his life was now giving the most pleasure he had ever felt.
Harry returned to Draco's length and lowered his mouth over it again. He began bobbing his head freely, dragging his tongue against the underside of Draco's cock. He tried to take him in deeper and managed to a little bit, although not much. It was a bit frustrating; he wanted to give Draco as much pleasure as possible.
Draco had begun sobbing. "Yes, Gods, you are amazing, Harry!" He was gripping the covers. "Close, so close!"
Harry increased his efforts, his heart speeding up. He thought for a second about pulling away from Draco while he came, but then took him in as deep as he could, ready and waiting, while he worked his tongue furiously.
Draco felt the tremors focus inward until he came, his whole body going rigid, and it felt like he was pouring his life into Harry in that moment. He was almost surprised, and maybe even a touch disappointed, that he didn't die right then.
Harry tried to get it all, but, inevitably, some escaped him out the side of his mouth. It tasted a bit strange and slightly bitter, but it was Draco, and that made it ten times better.
Draco lay panting, his head swimming. "Harry, Harry," he whispered over and over again.
Harry smiled and crawled back up Draco's body. He smoothed his sweaty hair back away from his face and simply looked down at him. He was so gorgeous; he really was. All sharp angles and points while also looking soft. Harry'd never really looked at him before. He'd always known Draco was handsome, in the same way he'd known other boys were handsome, but that wasn't it. Draco was beautiful when Harry was allowed to look at him without feeling anger, resentment or hatred. He was beautiful.
"Harry, please," Draco begged. "Please." He tried to lift his arms but they seemed very heavy.
Harry's brows pulled together. "What is it?" he asked concernedly, stroking Draco's face.
Draco sighed, trying to think of what he wanted, what he could actually give voice to. He sighed, instead asking, "Kiss me."
Harry sighed in relief; he seemed to do that a lot where Draco was concerned. "I can do that," he whispered, leaning in to do so.
Harry's breath in his, the taste of his lips, and the feel of him pressing down made Draco feel more whole, as if he were somehow giving back the energy he'd taken. It was a strange notion, Draco thought. He slid his hands weakly up Harry's arms and around his neck, feeling like he would never get enough.
Harry hissed with pleasure. How could anything feel so good? It seemed impossible and yet there he was, in a bed with Draco Malfoy, the last person on earth he would've ever thought he'd end up with. He wanted to tell Draco how he felt, but he didn't know how. "Draco," he said. "Draco. Draco. Draco. I don't ... (kiss) ... know what to say or how to say it, but ... (kiss) ... Merlin, I feel like you're the only person in the world who can make me feel this way ... (kiss) ... I feel like everything's upside down ... (kiss) ... like everything's gone all crazy, but I don't ... (kiss) ... care, because I think I'm ..."
Draco had to be delirious, because he felt like he was exactly where he should be. This felt so right and, yet, he knew it couldn't last.
Harry bit his lip, wondering if he should finish his sentence at all. It had only been two days, and maybe he was mad, or lost in the moment, but he burned with what he wanted to say. Would it scare Draco away? Merlin, he hoped not. "Draco, I think I'm falling in love with you," he blurted.
Harry's words seem to wake a part of Draco's mind. The part that smirked and strutted around the halls of Hogwarts. "You think?" he said, laughing. "Took you so long you almost missed your chance." His voice was almost the old sneer, but his arms had come around Harry's waist, holding him tight against him.
Harry smiled slightly, blushing, and then he bit his lip. "Sorry," he said quietly, tracing Draco's eyebrows, nose, and lips with a finger.
Draco looked into Harry's eyes, a soft smile on his lips. "If I hadn't kissed you in the bathroom, who knows what might have happened? Isn't this better than hexing each other?"
"I think just a bit," said Harry gently. He bent his head and brushed his lips against Draco's before whispering against them, "I love you, you great, bloody, Slytherin prat."
Draco felt awake and alive; it was a strange sensation. Harry's attention was like the sun, warming him through. "Well, better late than never, Potter." He smirked. Then he reached up, caressing Harry's face and playing with one of the dark locks that always seemed to be falling forward.
"Late!" Harry laughed almost hysterically. "It's only been two days! I thought for sure you would throw me off you and high-tail it out of here after I said that." He felt like he was flying. His heart felt as light as a feather. His entire body felt as light as a feather. He wanted to jump up, and scream, and whoop, and dance around the room. He would've done exactly that, but he didn't want to move away from Draco.
Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. "I began to suspect you felt something after the incident on the train," he said, sighing. "Well, I knew I had strong 'feelings' for you, and then you were following me obsessively. I figured if I kissed you, you would either kiss me back or kill me. Either way, I would have what I wanted."
Harry frowned at that last line. "Draco, stop talking about all this dying shit," he said, flicking his nose. "It's morbid, and if anyone in here's going to die, it'll be me."
Eyebrow raised, Draco grinned. "You are competing with me over which one of us will die first? Bloody Gryffindor!"
Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, grinning despite the seriousness of the situation. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and kissed him hard on the lips. "You're perfect," he said simply, wondering exactly when he'd begun thinking that. "Terribly, wonderfully, beautifully perfect."
"That's another thing it's taken you too bloody long to figure out!" Draco said with a laugh. He reached down and gave Harry a light slap on the arse.
Harry stared at Draco for a full five seconds after that and then rolled off him and began laughing like a mad man. He kicked his legs and threw his head back and just laughed like he hadn't in a long time. He couldn't remember ever being so happy.
Draco sat up and looked down at Harry, smiling at him. He didn't know if he had ever seen anything like him before. "You've lost it, Potter," he said in a tone that implied everything wonderful his words didn't say.
Harry finally stopped laughing and sighed happily. "I know," he said, and then he put his hands behind his head and sighed again. "It feels amazing to lose it. I wish I would've lost it a long time ago."
"Me too," Draco said softly.