Don't Know It Yet

Draco Malfoy sat and watched the man as he stood in the light. The sun was bright and warm, and it shone on the man's skin, his hair, throwing off an ethereal aura around him.

The man's arms were lifted towards the clear, crisp autumn sky, his palms turned and pressed upward.

He wasn't a particularly tall man; rather slim, actually. But, nicely put together. Strong and slender, lean muscles and golden skin. Hair that echoed the color of the night, and eyes...

Well...Harry Potter's eyes were something else, all together.

Draco had looked into the Mediterranean Sea, and had stepped across the grasses of Ireland. He'd sat and stared at the emeralds his father had collected over the years. He'd looked into a thousand eyes, and had searched for an equal and had been left wanting.

Harry's eyes were a rich, living color. Green, yes, but there was a sparkling life within them. An emotion and a power. It was just the essence of the man, himself, he supposed.

And, he knew, unequivocally, he wanted to do nothing more than to look into those eyes for the rest of his life.

He wasn't sure, exactly, when he'd fallen in love with Harry, but he knew that it was something eternal and unyielding. It was something he drew strength from, and it was something that could lay him flat.

He loved Harry.

Now, he only needed to convince Harry that he loved Draco, as well.

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Harry could feel the eyes on his back, and kept his face turned upwards, into the sunlight. It was warm and welcoming, and it made him feel free. Comfortable.

He knew, without looking, the eyes belonged to Draco Malfoy.

Well, that was fine.

He had no qualms about Draco looking his fill. Goodness knows, he'd done the same at Hogwarts.

Damned smart-looking prat. People had likened his eyes, his personality, to ice. Harry knew nothing could be farther from the truth.

Draco's eyes were silvery-gray, like mercury or smoke. Constantly swirling, expanding and retracting. And, they burned. Those eyes had pinned into him many a time, and he'd felt the effect of them long after the eyes had left him

He still felt them.

Draco's hair was a mystery to him. He'd seen it slicked back, and shining, solid. Free, and carried around his face in the wind. Always, though, it looked soft and silky, as though it would run through his fingers like water.

Pale, smooth skin, miles and miles of it, and Harry carried the thought of it within him.

Thinking about that snarky, smart-arsed little mouth only caused trouble, and Harry shifted, moving to sit on the earth. He arranged his legs into a crossed position, and fought to stay relaxed when he felt footsteps near behind him.

"Potter."

"Malfoy."

Long legs moved, and the sound of rich fabrics sliding against skin slithered over Harry's ears. He watched from behind nearly-closed lids as shining, dark shoes came round to stand in front of him.

"You've been standing here for nearly an hour."

Harry smiled, squinting up into Draco's curious face. "You've been watching me for longer that than, Malfoy."

An eyebrow arched up to hide beneath a silky fall of platinum hair. "You think so?"

"Absolutely." Harry murmured, raising a hand to block a persistent ray of sun. He opened his eyes wider in the small sweep of shade and looked carefully into cautious gray eyes. "You've been watching me for a while now. Care to share your purpose?"

Draco smirked, his lips twisting up and to the side. "Perhaps this is just wishful thinking on your part, Potter."

A bright laugh filled the breezy air around them. "And, yet...here you stand. Watching me. Which only supports my statement."

The smirk stayed, carefully placed, but it did not reach Draco's eyes, Harry noticed. He watched as the man arranged himself carefully, lowering himself to the ground to sit next to Harry.

"So, you've found me out. I've been watching you. What of it?"

Harry shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. "You approached me. I assume you have a reason." The playful tone of their banter grew darker with the chill that danced over the open field, drawing a shiver out of the young men. "What do you want, Draco?"

Draco lay down on the ground, crossing his arms behind his head and laying against them. "The war is over, Potter. I just want an end to the hostilities. The truth is, I'm tired of fighting with you. It's endless and pointless, and I don't want to do it anymore."

Drawing his knees up, Harry leaned forward, resting his chin on them and tilted his head to the side to meet Draco's eyes. "And...that's it? Just like that?"

Draco swallowed and looked away, working fiercely to keep his face blank as he looked up into the cloudless sky. "Just like that."

"What's the catch?"

"There is no bloody catch, Potter." Draco snapped, refusing to look back into Harry's face. He could feel the green eyes searing into him, and he longed to see them. Couldn't. "I'm just ready for some peace. Is that so hard for you to believe?"

"No. It's not." Harry whispered, stretching his legs out in front of him, and twisting to lay himself down next to Draco. His arms crossed over his chest, his hands meeting and joining to rest over his heart. "I understand wanting peace, Draco. Needing it. But, I think there's more. I think there's something you're not saying, and I think you're afraid of saying it aloud."

Draco rolled onto his side, pointing a furious glare Harry's way, and faltered when he saw a soft pink tongue dart out to moisten a partially opened mouth.

"I think that you want something more than peace, Draco. Why can't you say it? What makes it so difficult? Is it because it's me?"

A Slytherin to the core, Draco saw opportunity presenting itself and hastened to grasp it. "And if it is?" His voice was strangely quiet, "If it is you, Potter...Harry. Would that disgust you?"

Pausing for a restless, unexpected breath, Harry shook his head. "No."

Draco raised himself onto his elbow, pushing himself up to hover over Harry's cautious face. He looked down into watchful eyes, and frowned. Licked his lips.

"I think about you, sometimes, Harry. I think about touching you." He lowered his face, watched long lashes lower over glassy green eyes, and pressed his mouth against Harry's. Waited, for a moment, and started to pull back.

And, gasped when a warm mouth surged up against his, pulling him back down. Lips opened against his, and he followed suit, pressing his tongue up against the edge of a silky lip. Tasted the tartness there, and moaned.

Harry's hands came up to dig in his hair, sliding against his scalp. Sharp nails tingled as they carded their way through his hair and down his neck. Draco arched up, giving himself over as callused fingertips danced across his throat, and down across his collar.

Draco pushed himself up and over, clamoring over Harry and settling onto his hips. He thrust against him, feeling hard flesh strain against coarse fabric.

He heard the groan, thick in Harry's throat, and ripped his mouth away to nip sharply at the hollow there. Felt the rumble of Harry's voice beneath his teeth, his tongue.

"I think about it, too."

Draco looked into Harry's flushed face, and grinned. "You think about me touching you."

Harry smiled, "Occasionally."

He watched closely, searching for something...something, as he drew his hand down a firm chest. Across, and around...back, to dig into taut thighs. He lifted, and pressed down hard, working his fingers at the waist of Harry's trousers.

The button slipped out, and the waist gaped open. Draco scooted down and lapped softly and the small triangle of golden flesh revealed. Pulled the zip down with unsteady fingers, and followed the line of skin with wet, open kisses.

"I'd like to taste you."

Harry's voice was broken in the crisp air, shredded. "Fuck, Draco."

He pulled down the sides of the pants, sliding them across trim hips. His eyes were pleased, greedy as he watched Harry's cock spring back, the head weeping beneath his navel.

His mouth moved in, swirling across the shallow indention, and down into the creamy fluid pooling over Harry's stomach. Pale fingers closed around the base of Harry's erection, squeezing gently and holding it up.

A pink tongue slipped out to wet lips dry with anticipation, and Draco met Harry's half-lidded gaze before closing his mouth over the silky skin of Harry's cock.

Fingers skipped across his jaw, soft and careful, as he lowered his head. His mouth was full, and he could taste the bitter cream on the roof of his mouth.

He pulled off, gasping for breath. "I could get drunk on the flavor of you."

Harry's chuckle was low and deep, and he felt sure hands pulling him up. "I'll not stop you should you feel a need to drink yourself into oblivion."

"Later," he whispered against a smooth chest, "I want you inside me."

"Draco-"

He reared up, looking deep into worried green eyes. "It's where I've wanted you for a long time."

His clothes slid off easily, buttery silk and linen piling on the ground. The spell slid from his lips, and he felt himself open, slick and needy.

Hovering over Harry, he waited. Waited, and sighed with relief and pleasure as Harry's hands settled, hot and large, over his hips. Draco felt the thick head against him, and he pushed down, gasping as it slipped inside.

"Gods, Draco. You're tight."

Draco smiled through the sharp wince, "You're observant." He relaxed his legs, allowing his weight to drive him down, and felt Harry jerk up. Felt himself fill with the man, and moaned.

"You're in love with me."

Draco nodded, and lifted himself, pushing down hard. Rode Harry, and watched the wide eyes go dark and wild.

"Draco, fuck. Oh, gods, I-"

He watched the shudders run through Harry's body. Felt the wave of ecstasy shift him, and memorized the look of exquisite beauty that took over Harry's face as he came.

Whimpered when he felt the warmth spread inside him, and shook as fire raced down his spine. Shot through him, breaking him into pieces as he burst across Harry's stomach.

"Draco, you-"

He leaned over close, and whispered against his ear, "You love me, too, Harry. You just don't know it yet."

Draco felt the twitch, and grinned. Harry's arms were wrapped around him, and he felt warm and sticky. He felt happy.

---Thank you for reading. I hope you liked this. Please, let me know what you thought. I've got an idea to continue this, if there's an interest. :-) Thanks, again.