There's only us now

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Harry Potter

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It had been a week since the incident with Malfoy. A week of quick glances, awkward potions classes, and even worse evenings. Draco had spent most of his time not int heir shared dorm, yet Harry made no effort to be anywhere else. He almost felt bad, with Malfoy sacrificing a space that is equally his. But despite the obvious tension, Harry couldn't say he regretted what happened.

For purely practical reasons, of course.

His panic did go away that night, and he hadn't even broken any bones. beyond that, Harry had been able to sit in the great hall almost every morning and night, and not panic. Well, the panic started a few times, but all he had to do was think about the bites that still littered his chest, and it would subside.

He would take awkwardness over panic any day.

  Harry shook the thoughts of Draco away, trying his best to focus on his potions work. Unfortunately, the blonde had always had a way of sneaking into his head.

Harry stared down at his homework as he sat in the library between Ron and Hermione, who were currently having a riveting conversation right over his head.

Hermione had tried to explain the concept to him over and over again, but it barely helped. The only person who seemed to actually get through to Harry was Malfoy.

Damn it.

There he was again, living absolutely rent free in Harry's head. While Harry's every thought was consumed by the blonde, He was positive that Malfoy wasn't nearly as plagued by him.

Harry's face contorted at that. Because the thought of Malfoy's utter indifference towards him brought up thoughts of who he wasn't indifferent with.

Which he definitely didn't care about, he was just procrastinating on his potions work.

Harry's head fell into his hands as he attempted to drown his thoughts out with the sounds around him. The droning of hermione’s lecture, the scratching of pen on paper, the shuffling of shoes across the floor. There were plenty of sounds for him to focus on, yet none quite did the trick.

And Merlin did Harry wish it did.

"Harry," Hermione's voice broke Harry from his trance, "Are you alright? you seem..." As she let her words trail off, she glanced toward Ron, clearly looking for help.

  "Yeah, Mate, you seem off"

Harry groaned internally. He had hoped that his friend would continue ignoring everything that was currently wrong with Harry like they had been since the war ended. Just like always, hope was the biggest trick of all.

"Im fine, really. Im just," Harry took a moment to find the word, "stressed, i think."

Hermione and Ron shared a concerned glance but didn't push the topic. Opting instead to continue their prior discussion about... something. Harry wasn't really sure what and none of what the two were saying gave him any clues.

So Harry simply went back to his homework, determined to actually finish it before heading back to the dorm.

By the time Harry had finished (though it wasnt done well), it was almost curfew. His friends had begun packing up, still engrossed in the something they had been talking about an hour before. Well, it was probably the same topic. Harry had no way to confirm it and he wasn't sure he wanted to find out if it actually was the same topic.

  The trio walked through the halls, their voices echoing off the walls.

  "So how's rooming with Malfoy?" Hermione asked, startling Harry slightly.

"Oh, Its not that bad. He helps me with potions sometimes and he tends to not be in the room." For a second, Harry considers telling them about what had happened the week before- Mainly to get advice from hermione- but the idea of having to tell them everything thats been happening made him sick. So, he didnt.

Rons face contorts into one of disgust, causing hermione to roll her eyes.

"Are you sure your feeling okay? 'Malfoy' and 'Not bad' are never in the same sentence." Ron says, pressing the back of his Hand to Harry's forehead.

Harry swats his hand away, purposefully ignoring his friend comment. Sure, Malfoy hadn't exactly been nice to Harry when helping him, but he was still helping him.

Which is obviously the only reason he's tolerable. Nothing else.

Before he knew it, Harry and his friends had made it into the common room. A round of good nights sounded as the trio went their separate ways.

Then Harry is left alone again. Walking the seemingly endless hallway to his dorm. Harry had come to expect a certain routine. Harry would get ready for bed and climb in. Then, while Harry was still int the twilight faze, Malfoy would walk in and shower.

But that wasnt what Harry saw when he opened the wooden door.

The first thing that tipped harry off that something was different was The smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafted into Harry's nose as the door creaked open. His eyes landed on the source almost instantly.

Malfoy sat on his emerald green sheets, reading a book that would please Hermione. Beads of water dripped from his damp platinum hair and disappeared beneath the color of his silk green pajamas. And Harry knew he was staring too long.

Harry pushed the door closed behind him and made his way to the desk on his side of the room. He moved too quickly, he stared too long. Malfoy's presence threw him off his game.

Harry gathered his clothes and towel and made a beeline for the bathroom. Once inside, it was infinitely harder to to shake the memories of what had happened between them. The shower didnt help either. The smeel of all of Malfoy's products was sweet, and something he had never noticed before. The sweet scent contrasted with Harry's earthy cologne. Malfoy invade his thoughts just like he invade his space. Yet Harry couldnt find it in him to be mad.

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Draco Malfoy

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  Draco had made the horrible mistake of coming to bed early. It was only an hour, and he had assumed Potter would be with his friends or the weasley girl for longer. He was wrong.

Potter walked in the door 30 minutes to early. He had walked in and stared at Draco. Then he rushed to the bathroom. Now, he was taking the longest shower Draco had ever known him to take.

His earthy cologne leaked through the door. It smelled of fire and mint and something Draco couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, Potter had been wearing it for years. It was familiar to Draco, comforting even. Thiugh he wasnt sure why.

Draco had tried to fall asleep while Potter showered, but he just couldnt. He laid on the bed staring at the ceiling thinking of the chosen one. His Black hait and hooded green eyes made him look like hed just finished having sex. Merlin, the roommate situation made his crush on Potter so much worse.

Draco's thought were interrupted by the opening of the bathroom door. With his head ever so slightly tilted Draco was able to see potter. Potter who was shirtless with a pair of plaid sweat pants on. Potter who was meesing his hair with a towel to dry it. Potter who smelt like that.

A moment later, Potter lifted his head and the two boys eyes met.

A blush spread across dracos face and Potter practically scurried to his bed.

Merlin, Draco needs to get over it.

As Draco continued to watch, he realized he had the perfect opportunity to confirm that other rumor.

Did the chosen one have tattoos?

He hadn’t told anyone that he had ear piercings, and he wouldn’t tell anyone about the tattoos either. He liked being the only one to know about it. Like they were sharing a secret, one significantly less harmful than the ones of the past.

Then Potter turned his back to Draco, and Draco’s mouth went dry.

Potter’s shoulder blades were covered in harsh black lines, curving in on itself like a warning. Then Draco noticed the similar pattern on both of his arms.

Potter turned again, but his pants had shifted just a bit. Just enough for Draco to see black curved lines disappear under his waistband. Draco’s eyes trailed further up, catching on each remaining bite mark that Potter had chosen to keep. Only a few were still visible, barely noticeable at all. Suddenly, Draco was over come with the urge to refresh the marks. But he couldn’t. Potter wouldn’t want him too. So he forced himself to look away

After a few moments of silence, Potter cleared his throat. Draco pushed himself up on his arms as he started into the green eyes before him.

“Can you-uh-“ Potter began, his eyes darting everywhere except for Draco, “help me again?”

At first, Draco wasn’t sure what Potter meant. Maybe it was just about potions. But deep down Draco Knew it wasn’t. Draco slowly nodded and went to get up.

The Dejavú that occurred to both boys was ínstense. The position was the same. But before, the boys had been in the school uniform, now they were dressed for bed.

Draco straddled Harry, but Harry’s didn’t lean his head. Draco almost ran away, worried he got it wrong. The worry only lasted a moment. Before long, Harry had leaned his head down to Draco’s neck, kissing a spot that would be hidden under his school shirt.

Harry didn’t bite hard, but he let his teeth graze the sensitive spot. And Draco moaned. Harry stilled beneath him. Draco could feel the smirk that spread across Harry’s face as he made his way to a new spot.

Then Draco grabbed Harry’s face, bringing him back to eye level.

“I’m supposed to be helping you, not the other way around” Draco said, dipping his head to Harry’s collarbone.

Draco bit and suck and licked for what felt like hours. Sounds dripped from Harry’s mouth like the Blood dripped from each new wound. When he finished, he brought his head back up to Harry and pride bloomed in his chest.

Harry’s eyes were half-lidded, mouth parted as he panted. Before Draco could say anything, Harry’s hand snaked around Draco’s neck as he pulled Draco in.

As their lips collided, another difference was added to that nights situation. The previous kiss was rushed and aggressive, but this one wasn’t. It slow and gentle. The blood that now coated both the boys lips was in stark contrast to the look in Harry’s eyes. Draco couldn’t place what the look exactly meant, just that it was positive.

Soon, the two broke for air, both panting as they stared at each other. A smile spread across Harry’s face.

“Thanks, Malfoy” Draco just smiled in return, allowing himself to hope, even just for a moment, that his unrequited love wasn’t so unrequited.