Untitled Part 1

24

The later it got, the colder it felt.

Harry was unaware of the time, but the slow reduction in temperature made it quite clear that the clock was ticking.

It was Sunday, the day in which he would head back to his dorm earlier than any other time, to make sure all of his homework and assignments are completed through the weekend.

It was also the day in which Draco would return to Hogwarts.

"Daydreaming I suppose?"

Harry jumped in utter shock due to an obviously familiar voice that came up from behind him. He swiftly turned his gaze around allowing his eyes to meet with those of the one and only Malfoy.

Their eyes locked for a few moments.

"What are you doing? I-i mean what are you doing here?" Questioned Harry, he took a quick look on the boy that stood before him. Draco was wearing his usual black suit, black shoes, black watch, black everything. His platinum blonde hair was surprisingly not tidied back with a bunch of gel, it was pretty messy, with a couple of strands dangling onto his forehead to be specific.
Just like Harry preferred.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Spoke Draco, the sides of his lips rising up slightly.

Harry immediately tore his stare away from the blonde boy, a flush of embarrassment fled through him.

"You didn't answer my question." He said, in attempt to brush it off.

"What? Why am I here? Well I don't know Potter, maybe because this is Hogwarts? And I happen to be attending it?" Malfoy said sarcastically as he watched Harry roll his eyes.

He slowly approached the shorter boy, until they were standing beside one another, both having their palms held onto the cold border. Draco cleared his throat and asked "Now the real question is, why are you here?"

Harry's eyes traced their way up to Draco's sight, a confused look plastered on his face.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Malfoy's face features slightly changed, he parted his lips in attempt to speak, but no words were able to make their way out.
Dumbledore died, here, at the Astronomy Tower, just a few feet away from where they were standing.
Draco's face held a puzzled look, he gulped and couldn't help but say something.
"W-well you know, I assumed you'd rather be anywhere else other than here, after... what happened." Said Malfoy, his eyes had a glint of delinquency.

Harry looked back at him, raising an eyebrow and furrowing the other.
First Ron,
Now him.
Is there something I don't know about?

"What? What do you mean?" He asked.

Draco swallowed thickly, he wasn't able to draw out the words out of his mouth.
Could he be even more dense?
His professor's life flashed before his eyes just a few steps back.
Is he trying to act clueless? Move on?
Maybe,

Unless...

Draco shook his thoughts away quickly, clearly not wanting to wonder if Harry had erased his memories of Albus, so he decided to brush it off or change the subject, not like there's anything they could talk about.

"Ah- never mind. Just, a misunderstanding." He said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Harry looked as if he still wasn't really convinced, however he just nodded stiffly.

The two boys stood in awkward silence as time ticked. It started to get colder and colder by the minute, and goosebumps started to form.

"So... I presume you spent your weekend playing tag with Voldemort?"
Asked Harry sarcastically, he knew that Malfoy loathed the Dark Lord secretly, he just wanted to defuse the tension.

"Oh sod off." Said Draco, shooting glares at the boy beside him.

"Relax. I was just making conversation."

Malfoy just brushed it off, however he couldn't help but feel confused as to how Harry could be so... comfortable around him. He cleared his throat and questioned.

"Hey Potter, can I ask you something?"

Harry shifted his gaze up to Draco's blue eyes.
"Go on."

"H-how are you trusting me? Like, right now?"

"What do you mean exactly?"

"Potter you've been literally standing with me for what felt like forever, I'm a... death eater. I work for him. How are you so relaxed when I could obviously be a, I don't know, maybe his spy." His voice came out so low, barely above a whisper.

Harry's face features softened slightly. He was still staring deeply into Draco's his orbs.
"Malfoy if I thought you were going to kill me, I don't think we would be having this conversation right now."

But... that's actually what I'm supposed to do.
Thought the blonde boy to himself.
He gulped visibly, as he noticed how close they were standing. There was barely 5 inches between their bodies.

Draco tried to look anywhere else but the bright green eyes below him. He couldn't face it. He was panicking deep down, everything was too much. The tension, the pressure. How could he look into Potter's eyes when he was literally ordered to lead him on... to death.

No, no. That won't happen. I'll find another way. I can't l-

"A-are you okay?" Harry's voice wasn't making it any easier either.

At one moment Draco just wanted to get that stupid task over with and run away from everyone and never come back, but at the same time all he wanted was to mash his lips against Harry's soft ones, and make him his, save him, protect him from all danger.

"Malfoy, seriously are y-"

Harry didn't manage to continue his sentence, as he felt a pair of cold soft lips press harshly onto his own. At first, he hesitated to kiss back, but he did eventually.

It wasn't like any other kiss. No. It was filled with passion, eagerness.

Draco felt Harry open his mouth slightly, so he softly caressed his tongue on the boy's bottom lip. They went on for a while, pushing their bodies closer each moment.

Draco then suddenly slammed Potter against the hard-stoned wall behind them, finishing what he started.
Harry's hands made their way to to the back of Malfoy's head, slowly gripping his blonde hair causing him to groan into Potter's mouth.

Harry felt like he didn't need anything else. It felt like they were the only people on this Earth. The passionate kiss was full of hunger. They were both eager for one another more than anything. Especially Draco.
All he could think about was how he needed Harry.
How he was going to make him his, and his only.
He never felt this type of hunger before for another being.