Drunken Mistakes

By Heather

Disclaimer- I know, you know, everyone knows, It’s not mine.

Two weeks later the first snow had fallen and the entire grounds were covered in a beautiful white blanket. It was peaceful and serene until . . .

“Harry! Harry wake up! It’s snowing! Wake up!” Draco was bouncing on the bed thus sha king Harry. The blond was acting like he was five; he couldn’t help himself. Growing up, he wasn’t allowed to enjoy the snow like other children. He was a Malfoy. Malfoy’s never played. It wasn’t proper.

“Draco it is too early. I am trying to sleep.” Harry pulled a pillow over his head and groaned. He never knew Draco could make so much noise at such an hour of the morning.

“Please Harry! I want to go out and play in the snow.” Draco pouted instinctively.

Without looking, Harry knew what he was doing. “Draco, stop pouting. Your father would pull his hair out if he saw that look on your face. It’s not Malfoy like. We will go out later. I promise the snow will still be there.” He pulled the pillow down tighter trying to block out any noise.

“But later means everyone else would have been out there and then it’s not as special. It will be messy and ruined. I deserve the best. Pleeeeeeeease?!” Draco begged, which was just as improper as pouting. He began bouncing on the bed again.

“Fine, fine. You win. I’m up. I’m up.” Harry groaned, rolling out of bed, stretching his arms high above his head, cracking his back in the process. His shirt lifted slightly revealing his navel and the dangling dragon.

Draco smiled at it. Harry never removed it and that was completely fine with him. He wanted Harry to wear it forever.

Harry got dressed, quickly mind you, since Draco was practically having a cow about going out in the snow. The blond always got what he wanted. Draco was already dressed in his winter gear, ready to go. “I’m ready, calm down. You act like you never play in the snow.” He shook his head looking at his friend.

“I don’t. But I can’t resist the urge to want to throw snowballs at you and have you surrender and be at my mercy. It is just so gosh darn tempting.”

“Yeah, in your dreams Malfoy,” Harry laughed pulling on his coat and scarf. “Well let’s go.” Harry then was pulled forward and dragged all the way outside by the excited Draco.

“Oh by the way Harry, your owl dropped off a letter. I set it on your dresser. It came really early this morning.” Draco said as they reached the snow covered grounds.

Draco was having trouble still keeping his secret from Harry. He wanted to tell him about the letters, but what would he say? ‘Hey Harry. I’ve been lying to you and I know some of the most personal things about you and your life because20I’m the one that writes the letters.’ He was almost certain that wouldn’t work and he knew he couldn’t stop writing that would depress Harry. He’d have to figure it out soon because Harry was hinting on at least meeting him before Christmas which was only three weeks away.

Draco felt something cold hit the back of his head and he turned to look at Harry. “That was low Harry. Really low.” He bent over and formed a snowball and threw it at Harry which hit him right in the cheek.

“Hey! No face shots. That’s cheating.” Harry laughed throwing another in retaliation.

“It’s not cheating. Malfoy’s always play fair.” He jumped out of the way only to have another hit him in the chest. Draco brushed the snow away laughing.

“Yeah right! If you play fair then I’m Queen Elizabeth .” Harry laughed now red in the face. Harry ducked down behind a tree as Draco threw another snowball. “Come on Malfoy. I think you can do better than that.”

“Is that what you think Potter?” Draco called to him quickly forming another perfect snowball to hit the mouthy brunette with.

“Yeah. That’s what I think. Or are you too chicken to take me on?” Harry moved from behind the tree and threw two snowballs at Draco both of them hitting him.

Draco chuckled and ran at him tackling him in the snow. They rolled around laughing until Draco ended up on top, his legs straddling Harry’s body and Harry’s arms pinned above his head.

“Tell me I win.” Draco said, his normally pale cheeks flushed a nice pink.
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“No.” Harry said panting looking up at the disheveled snow covered blonde.

“Tell me.” Holding both hands with one, Draco tickled Harry until he was out of breath and his nose had turned red from the cold.

Harry stared up at him, “Fine you win,” he muttered finally caving in.

“Say it louder.” Draco demanded.

“You win.” Harry said letting his eyes meet Draco’s. Their gazes locked, becoming intense.

Harry wasn’t sure who moved first but suddenly Draco’s lips were pressed to his and they were sharing a soft kiss. Red lips were against pink ones, moving at a20sweet and tender pace.

After a minute, Draco and Harry pulled apart staring at each other. Harry pushed Draco off of him and went running up to the castle leaving a very hurt and lost Draco behind.

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“He kissed me. He kissed me. He actually, really kissed me. What the hell do I do now?”
Harry groaned throwing himself on the Gryffindor’s common room couch. “That was not supposed to happen. I was so not ready for that.”

Harry was panicking. He had been comfortable with Draco and enjoyed his company. He always got the feeling Draco liked him a bit too much but he never thought he would kiss him. Well, he at least he thought Draco made the first move. But he couldn’t be sure. In all reality, he probably made the mov e because of that damn crush of his.

The worst part was that last Wednesday Harry had moved in with Draco. They spent a lot of time together and it made sense. Plus he didn’t feel like dealing with Ron anymore. Ron had gotten out of control and Harry just didn’t feel safe.

But what was he to do now? Did he want what Draco was offering? Did he want to ultimately admit to being gay and possibly date the infamous Slytherin sex god?

Harry sighed heavily and ran his hands over his face. He knew he couldn’t stay here for long, in Gryffindor tower, but could he go back just yet? Could he face Draco after running away from him?

He couldn’t do this. Denying his feelings hurt worse than being scared of facing Draco. Composing himself, he got up off the couch and was in the dungeons20as fast as his legs would take him.

He opened the door to their room and saw Draco at the desk reading a book, a text book he assumed. Draco’s wet coat was thrown onto the floor and his shoes were on top of it.

Taking a deep breath, Harry moved deeper into the room shutting the door quietly behind him. He made his way over to Draco trying to come up with the right thing to say to express how he was feeling.

He knew it wasn’t love. But it was more than like and he didn’t know what to call it.

These past two weeks had been heaven to Harry. Draco always could make him laugh and smile. They could talk for hours about nothing and play stupid games.

Harry always got this flutter in the pit of his stomach when they hung out. Plus he couldn’t deny the feeling he got in his groin looking at Draco’s to die for quidditch toned body.

Harry reached the object of his affection and touched his shoulder lightly letting his thumb brush against the nape of his neck.

Draco turned in surprise looking up at Harry’s green orbs seeing them filled with a mix of emotions. “Harry, I- I was afraid you wouldn’t come back. Outside . . . That was my fault. I didn’t mean to-“

Harry pressed two fingers to Draco’s lips to silence him. “Outside, that was me. I- I couldn’t help myself. Draco, I’m attracted to you, but this is all so confusing for me. I have to take this slow. That’s if you want to pursue this. I mean I understand if you don’t want to . . .” Harry dropped both of his hands.

“Potter, don’t be that dense." In one quick movement, Draco had Harry in his lap and his chapped lips met Draco's smooth ones.

The kiss lasted only a few moments, but when Draco pulled back Harry was left breathless. Harry was flushed in his face and smiling softly at Draco.

Harry traced Draco’s lips with a finger slowly. “Mmm, so I can take that as a yes you want to be with me. Now the only question is . . . Do you mind going public about it?”

Draco entwined his fingers in Harry’s hair, forcing their lips to meet once more before looking at him in silent laugh. “Oh, we will be public. See, I am very possessive and if anyone looks at what is mine . . .” Draco didn’t finish the sentence since Harry claimed the red lips happily.

Note: Very good chapter. You get to see a lot of the feelings and thoughts running through Harry during a confusing time and you see a more childish side to Draco that man y are unfamiliar with. The writing is solid except for the occasional grammatical errors, but that is to be expected. The only thing I would suggest is to read through the last page and figure out another way to describe their kisses instead of red lips claiming pink ones. The phrasing is just used a bit too often. I hope this is helpful.