Harry's green orbs opened, meeting the all too-familiar glare of sterile white sheets. Panic was the first thing that he felt. Pure panic. Ernie Malcom had been trying to kill him! Draco wasn't there!
The small boy looked around, his breathing heavy and quick. His bottom lip began quivering, "No..."
'Draco where are you?'
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The blonde was passed out, outside the Hospital Wing. Madam Pompfrey wouldn't let him wait by Harry, but Draco, being Draco, wouldn't just head back to his Common Room to catch some winks. Instead, he waited all night, laying with his back propped up against the wall.
He was in a deep, dreamless sleep, which was much needed, but due to past events, being away from Harry was hell.
It was when Malfoy heard the tiny whisper of a simple word that his eyes snapped open. It was Harry's voice. Maybe he was delusional, but he needed to see him.
He jumped to his feet and headed through the semi-restricted doors. Rushing over to Harry's bed, he the the curtains over, and there laid his beautiful, thoughtful, giddy, and perfect little.
He met the blonde's eyes and his lips parted in relief, "Draco!"
The Slytherin already had the Gryffindor in his arms before a second had passed, "Harry, I'm so glad you're okay. Are you okay?"
Tears were streaming down his face, "You saved me."
"Now, we're even." The Slytherin breathed in the scent of the Gryffindor's hair. He thought he'd never smell the peppermint that Harry's locks carried ever again, "Look at you, ambrosial and all."
A shaky giggle left the Gryffindor's mouth, "Precisely."
Draco pulled back enough to rest his forehead on the smaller boy's, "Harry, do you know how worried I was?"
The Chosen One whimpered slightly, "I was worried too. He kept talking about human sacrifice, and- and-"
"Shh... I've got you. No one will ever hurt you when I'm here." The Slytherin's voice was filled with pure, intentional honesty.
"Thank you."
The two just held each other for a while, in utter bliss. Harry suddenly opened his eyes to meet Draco's. The blonde's gaze flickered down to the Harry's lips, and back up to his green orbs. Malfoy couldn't hold back, no, he didn't want to. He had lost his baby once, and he wouldn't let that happen again.
Draco lifted Harry's chin up, held it in place, leaned in slowly, and his lips met Harry's. The Slytherin kissed the other boy softly. Potter was still shocked and overwhelmed with pure happiness that he couldn't process just yet. Draco's free hand slowly snaked around the raven-haired boy's waist, pulling him closer.
One of Harry's hands reached up to his hero's cheek while the other hooked on his neck, pulling him closer. The smaller boy kissed back, matching the Pureblood's pace. He'd dreamt about this for quite some time, and here it was. Draco Lucius Malfoy kissed him with such care, as if this was all he wanted.
Harry had never felt more wanted in his entire life.
When the two parted, it was only for air.
"Harry James Potter, you are bloody incredible."
A light blush dusted his cheeks at the compliment, "Thank... thank you."
"Of course." The blonde murmured, awkwardly.
"Although... I think you should kiss me again so I can get a good idea if we should ever do it in the future."
The brave words took the blonde aback, but a surprised chuckle left his pink lips. Draco crashed his lips back onto Harry's. This kiss was a bit more energetic. This was about them.
Draco and Harry.
The Gryffindor and the Slytherin.
Light and dark.
The Quidditch Captain and the destined Death Eater.
Their lips moved as if they were in a delicate waltz. So yes, you could say that this is as cliché as it can get.
When they pulled apart, they stared into one another's eyes with such loving content, no one could have planned it better. Despite everything, this was worth the wait.
"Gods, Draco."
"Was I that bad?" The Slytherin asked playfully, quirking an eyebrow.
Rouge seemed to paint Harry's cheeks, "You were terrible."
"Actually?" He was more surprised than defensive. Maybe that was just the Malfoy pride.
"No, you weren't terrible but I've definitely had better." The Gryffindor yawned. He was a sassy little shit.
The blonde couldn't help but smile. A few weeks ago Harry couldn't even speak to him without stuttering, and now, he was sassing him.
Now, Draco loved Harry, yes, but bratty subs need to be taught a lesson. A lesson that's key ingredient strikes fear and testosterone into any bottom. Dominance. That and spankings, but Malfoy needed to slow his role,
"Harry." Draco's playful smirk was gone, and replaced by a slight frown. The sparkle was dimmer and his eyebrow was raised.
"Draco." Harry mocked.
"You're being..." The Slytherin tapped his chin as if he was attempting to think of the word, "rude. Do you know what I do to you when you're rude?"
Harry was stunned at the stern and totally sexy side of his enemy, "I...um..."
Draco unbuttoned a few of his buttons, showing off part of his toned chest, "If you're rude, you get nude. That should be easy for you to remember."
Part of Potter found that rhyme stupid and unintelligent but the way it rolled off the blonde's lips made Harry practically foam at the mouth.
"Do you understand?" Draco asked.
"Y-Yes..."
Of course Harry was dying to call Draco 'Sir', but it was a tiny bit too early. Just a little bit.
"Aright." The Pureblood's smile was back and he kissed the smaller boy on his forehead. It was long and sweet which gave Harry whiplash from the hard and dominant side of Draco that he had just witnessed.
The fairer of the two was perfection. He was amazing. He had a pure surface with dirty undertones that made you wet in every possible way. His laugh was mesmerizing and his eyes were hypnotizing. He could take you out to dinner and be a gentleman, take you home and make you beg for just a taste more.
The Gryffindor threw a tantrum at the small bit of affection, "That wasn't even a real kiss!"
"You're a brat." Draco chuckled as the Boy Who Lived pouted.
"Hmph." The smaller boy crossed his arms and attempted to look angry.
"Baby."
Now Draco was calling Harry a baby, not calling him baby, but he should have deciphered that a little better because Harry's face lit up like a firework and a big smile spread across his face.
And who would Malfoy be to withhold kisses from his priceless baby boy? He'd be an utter monster. With that in mind, Draco leaned over and gave his Princess what he'd asked for. This kiss was overdo, as was every one they shared.
When the blonde pulled back a small sigh left the other's lips, "Don't stop."
"You need oxygen." Malfoy muttered, his heart melting into a big puddle of goo.
"Screw that." Harry pulled the Slytherin in by his shirt collar and kissed him hard and fast.
Draco was slightly stunned. He thought Harry was a lot of things but eager wasn't what immediately came to mind. He kissed him back, with an intensity that made the latter melt. A whimper left the submissive's lips as he allowed the dominant to take full control.
Draco moved a hand to Harry's neck and gave it a light squeeze. The smaller boy tilted his head to the side to allow the blonde to deepen the kiss.
The contrast of soft against chapped made both boys shudder as their lips moved in unexplored rhythm.
As they pulled apart the emerald-eyed boy giggled breathlessly, "Now that was a kiss."
"Still terrible?"
"You could use a few more lessons."
Draco laughed. Than he pushed the dark hair out of the electric eyes and admired the infamous scar that marked The Boy Who Lived's forehead, "Even stubborn when you were a baby."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you resisted the killing curse... as an infant. The Dark Lord was all, "You're going to die!" And you were like, "I don't think so.""
"Is that how it went?" Potter asked.
"Totally."
"I don't remember it that way."
"You're memory must have been tampered with. That's how it went." The blonde nodded, as if that helped his helpless case.
"You're impossible."
The sarcastic one sighed, checked his cuticles like he'd seen Pansy do around Ginny all the time, a bland expression on his face, "I strive to be that very thing." He spread his hands like the words were appearing in the air as he spoke them, "Draco Malfoy, the impossible."
"I hate you." Harry giggled, hitting Draco with a pillow.
'I love you too.'
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