(Drarry) Faking My Own Death

(This chapter has sexual content, very NSFW)

"You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend
I'm not fazed, only here to sin"

Draco felt relieved that Harry had been so along for the ride up until that point. Harry seemed actually excited to be kissing Draco again, and not just fulfilling a dead man's last wish. The little banter in between kisses was everything Draco had dreamed of and more. Unlike what they were used to before, this banter wasn't about cutting each other down, it was about playfully pushing each other, annoying each other until the other gave in. It was about making the other blush, making the other speechless, where the only response could be a flustered 'shut up'.

Draco also liked that Harry followed Draco's lead at first but was not afraid to take charge himself. It felt good, natural even, like this is what they should have been doing all along. Okay, maybe not since year one, but you get the point. If this was what they were capable of together, they shouldn't have been fighting all along.

Snapping Draco back to the present, Harry moved his attention to slip off Draco's robe. He was just about to throw it across the room, when he asked: "Is it okay if I throw it, or are you going to be mad if it's wrinkled? I mean, some teachers can get really pissy about that sort of thing-"

"Wrinkle the bitch." Draco answered and Harry nodded.

"Fair enough."

Soon his own Gryffindor robe was across the room as well. Then began a frenzy to get the rest off as quickly as possible. The warm-up had been nice and slow, but things were heating up. Shoes went flying first, then socks and jumpers. While Harry pulled the jumper over his head, he handed Draco his glasses so they wouldn't break. Draco waited patiently and held them carefully, which Harry said he found really cute.

Once the glasses were back on, Draco kissed Harry softly before tugging the boy's blouse out of his pants. He started unbuttoning them but fumbled a bit. Harry laughed breathlessly, once again playing with Draco's hair. Draco finished the last button and brushed the blouse off of Harry's shoulders and arms. He allowed his hands to roam over Harry's bare chest. His skin felt hot against his touch, although Harry seemed to shiver ever so slightly against the cold wall.

He moved on to unbutton his own blouse, and Harry moved his hands towards the lower buttons to help speed up the process. Harry finished first (the buttons that is). He slipped his fingers under Draco's blouse and trailed Draco's chest. Looking up, he saw Draco waited nervously, as if he expected Harry to get this far and say 'ew' at the sight of Draco's bare upper body.

Cupping Draco's face, Harry gave him a short kiss and asked: "You still want to do this?"

"Y-yeah. I'm nervous, that's all."

"Promise I won't bite," Harry said with a chuckle.

"That's the least of my worries, I'd actually encourage biting." Draco joked and Harry snorted out a laugh.

"Noted."

"You were right, by the way." Draco spoke.

"What's that?"

"When you said I was jealous of Ginny, you were right. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone being with you... that way." Draco admitted.

"You mean like this?" Harry asked, running his hand through Draco's hair.

"Yes. You came in late at dinner and looked all messy. It was very hot." Draco's lips curled into a cheeky smile. "A bit like how messy you look now, like your hair, your heavy breathing, your darting eyes-"

"Quite the poet, Malfoy."

Draco snorted at Harry's comment, answering: "I digress. You're sexy and I got mad about thinking you're sexy and directed that anger at you. It wasn't fair. I'm sorry."