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Chapter 19: Because I Wanted To

Draco normally would have found it quite odd, although strangely not disturbing, to think about Harry Potter while in the shower, but at this moment in time that was exactly what he was doing. Of course, he wasn’t thinking about Harry in that way, but it was still a landmark of sorts. What he was thinking about was this: If Harry came to Malfoy Manner for Christmas then he would have to, if only to be polite and proper as befitting a Malfoy, get Harry a Christmas present. Normally Draco did not bother to think that much about what presents he got for what people, as he normally bought the presents so far in advance he forgot what he’d gotten the person by the time Christmas rolled around. But here he was, with two weeks before Christmas, and he had to suddenly get Harry a gift. Well, that’s what Hogsmead trips were for. And quite satisfied that he had solved this particular problem, he moved right on to the next: which type of shampoo would he use first?

Harry was also thinking about Draco, though he was not in the shower because that would have been just weird. No, Harry was all ready for sleeping, but sleep just hadn’t seemed to visit him yet.

Draco must be thinking about something, Harry thought. After all, Draco’s showers only got this long if he had something to think about. And of course, Harry’s mind quickly assumed exactly what Draco would possibly be thinking about, something he wished Draco could just up and forget as easily as he said he could. But Harry knew that when you hear someone professing feelings they have about you, you can’t really just forget. Although, if anyone could do it, it would be Draco, Harry had to admit. Yet, something didn’t quite fit with Draco’s current behavior and his behavior before Harry had been caught telling Hermione what he thought of Draco, which proved that the younger Malfoy had not forgotten.

I find it ironic that you’re so worried about me rejecting you, when it was you who rejected me first…twice.

Why was it that Harry couldn’t get that sentence out of his head? It wasn’t like it was a particularly nasty thing to say…Merlin knew Draco was capable of doing much worse. But it still would not go away. Something about the wording…it just wasn’t something he would expect from Draco. It was ironic that Harry was worried about Draco rejecting him…when it was Harry who had rejected Draco…

Harry sat up in bed almost on a reflex.

Oh.

Pieces began to come together. Everything about Draco’s demeanor that had confused him from the start of this whole thing seemed to finally make sense. He still hadn’t forgotten the Wyverns, how afterward Draco had acted so…well, as embarrassed as a Malfoy could ever look in front of someone else. And then Draco had actually acted downright pleasant at times, and had even done Harry’s homework for him on one occasion for the teacher that Harry hated most of all.

Harry grinned, falling back down on to the bed. Then, assured by the sound of still running water that Draco was nowhere within hearing range, couldn’t help mimicking Hermione’s earlier tone. “I know who Draco li-ikes.” And it was true, but Malfoys didn’t make a habit of showing such emotions in public so it had taken a long time for Harry to piece it together.

I wonder how he would react if I were to randomly kiss him without having a reason. Harry could almost picture the raised eyebrow, and look of hidden curiosity, and the “Now what was that for, Potter?”…or maybe Draco might even call him Harry now…hmm, that was an interesting thought.

Draco didn’t notice the smile that seemed fixed upon Harry’s sleeping face as he made his way through the darkened room to his own bed, which was more of habit than actual practice because either he or Harry would end up in the other’s bed by morning.

Harry was almost used to having Draco in his bed or being in Draco’s bed himself when he woke up in the morning, and he continued to be amused by the different positions they were in when he woke up. He didn’t think they’d yet repeated a position.

Today when he woke up, Draco’s head was resting on one of his arms, his legs wrapped around Harry’s own. Harry idly thought that one thing he was getting out of this was a new found sense of what control was, waking up as a teenager (with teenage hormones) in such a position.

Again, Harry found himself watching Draco sleep by the dimmed light of the room. He wondered what Draco would look like if there were windows in the dungeon so there could be morning light on him when he slept. If he looked so…untouchable in this type of light he would most likely look positively angelic in that type of light.

Draco seemed deep in sleep, so deep in fact that he didn’t move when Harry slowly disentangled their legs. Harry stopped as he thought about how he would dislodge his arm without waking Draco. He didn’t get very far down that train of thought as he went back to watching Draco and not thinking very much at all.

One thing he had to say, Draco looked much more kissable when he was asleep than when he was awake and one had silver steel eyes watching you. Not to say Harry didn’t like those eyes; one could positively drown in them if their owner would let you…but still…Damn, where was that Gryffindor courage when he needed it?

Slowly, as if afraid the very image of Draco would shatter if he moved too quickly, Harry leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against Draco’s own. Harry started in surprise as those lips responded almost immediately. A hand reached up to tangle in his hair as he pulled back slightly to stop movement such as that. Harry’s blood sizzled as a tongue worked its way between parted lips to explore the inner cavern of his mouth. The kiss flowed like lava and Harry had to stop himself from whimpering when Draco finally pulled away.