Draw The Line

The Time Ron Regretted Not Knocking: Chapter 31

The next day was a Sunday which meant Draco and Harry didn't have much to do with themselves until Quidditch practice started and so Harry spent most of the day in bed while Draco complained.

"Are you going to ever get out of bed today?" Draco groaned, flopping dramatically backwards onto his bed. Harry would have made fun of how dramatic he was being if he wasn't so annoyed.

"Eventually, but you have not let me sleep since you got up!" Harry groaned and pulled his covers up over his head.

"Harry..." Draco dragged his name out as he sat up. No response came from the other side of the room.

"Harry!" Draco said, dragging the end of his name out as he got up and walked over to Harry's bed.

"Shut up!" Harry groaned, pulling his pillow over his head when suddenly Draco flopped onto him.

"I'm bored~" Draco said. He had landed on his stomach on Harry's back and crawled up so that his face was smooshed between Harry's shoulder and head. Harry tried to push Draco off of himself, but Draco wouldn't be so easily tipped.

"If you're so bored go talk to Parkinson or Zabini," Harry's voice was slightly muffled by the pillows.

"But I want to talk to you. It's already noon," Draco said. Harry flipped over then, managing to knock Draco off. He quickly climbed back on top of Harry though, they were chest to chest and Harry could feel all of Draco pressed against him, he felt a shiver run through him. Draco didn't seem to notice the effect he was having though and buried his face in Harry's neck. "I want to do something today but all you're doing is laying here."

"We can do something after practice, how about that?" Harry said, his face flushing as he felt Draco's breath ghost over his neck.

"Okay," Draco mumbled, his attention on how they were positioned now.

Harry felt Draco's lips brush against his neck as he spoke, growing more and more aware of how Draco was affecting him. He felt his neck grow warm.

Draco purposely brushed his lips against Harry's neck then and Harry let out a soft gasp. Draco lifted his head then to look at Harry. They gazed at each other a moment and then Draco leaned down, capturing Harry's lips in a soft kiss and that was a bit too brief in Harry's opinion.

Harry reached up to place his hands on Draco's cheeks as he stared up at him. "I love you." Harry barely whispered it but Draco heard it loud and clear.

A faint smile graced Harry's lips and Draco found himself returning it before he could even think about it, "I love you too," he said, leaning down to capture Harry's lips again. He knew he meant it too. The way Harry made him feel was more than just a silly crush and he knew that. His feeling scared him though, he knew if his dad found out he'd probably be off-the-wall mad. He couldn't help it though as he let his hands travel through Harry's messy hair and he knew he'd never been happier than he was here with Harry.

Harry's hands were just traveling to the hem of Draco's shirt when the dormitory door flew open.

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Ginny and Luna were sitting on Ginny's bed in Gryffindor tower. All her roommates were at lunch already so they had the place to themselves.

"Your brother didn't care in the slightest. I don't think they will either," Luna said, placing an arm around Ginny's shoulder as they stared down at a small envelope that sat on the bed.

Ginny felt it was funny how tiny it was for such a big thing. She could hear the birds chirping outside the window in the crisp November air and she could see Pigwidgeon sitting on the window sill, waiting for the note, she let out a sigh.