come rest your bones next to me
Harry takes a couple breaths before he relays the fight to Draco. Harry watches Draco’s face intently as he tells the story, and if he was in a better mood, he’d be amused by the way Draco’s face shifts. He looks pissed , Harry notices, and under his pain, he feels a shot of heat rush up through him. He brushes it aside as he continues to tell his side of the story as best as he can. The fight was hours ago by this point, and Harry can’t be blamed for forgetting small details right now, not when Draco is staring at him like that. Harry’s tongue darts out to lick his, now dry, lips before he can stop it. He catches Draco’s eyes following the movement of his tongue. They both swallow harshly. Harry’s throat suddenly feels dry.
Draco is sitting at the edge of his bed, and Harry is standing just in front of him. If Draco wanted, he could pull Harry by the robe onto his lap, Harry thinks. His face turns red as he registers the thought, and he quickly darts his eyes to Draco’s wall. He’s not supposed to be feeling this right now, he was just crying for Merlin’s sake!
“Why is your face red, Harry? Are you feeling okay?” Draco asks, and he's the first to break the silence between them. Harry nearly chokes on air at the question; his hands are covering his cheeks. It’s like he has no control over his body when he’s around Draco, and he knows why, he just wasn’t expecting it to be difficult to control himself. When he was with Ginny, he never had to brush dirty thoughts out of his mind, nor was it so challenging to ignore them. He has not felt like this before, and some part of him doesn’t want the feeling to end. The red hot feeling coursing through his body whenever he catches Draco’s gaze from across the room, the red hot feelings he feels now…
His thoughts are cut off by Draco’s hand on his forehead. When did Draco stand up?
Under Harry’s confusion, he hears Draco’s voice. How long has he been trying to get Harry’s attention? Impossibly, Harry turns redder in embarrassment. Draco’s hand rests there on his forehead for a moment, and they make direct eye contact with each other for the first time.
In just that moment, Harry can feel everything Draco is. He feels, for the first time, that he’s connected with someone. He’s confident in both his feelings and Draco’s, and nothing will break down that confidence. He’s not afraid anymore, he realizes, as he surges forward to capture Draco’s lips with his own.
Draco sputters, tenses against him, and for a second, Harry doubts himself. Then, Draco starts kissing him back, and his hand falls from Harry’s forehead, instead wrapping around Harry’s waist. Harry wraps his hands around Draco’s neck, but they don’t stay there for long. Just as he starts to move his hands, Draco stops, pulls away, and nearly stumbles onto his bed.
They each let out a small huff of laughter, their faces flushed red from the lack of oxygen. Harry’s cheeks hurt from how wide he’s smiling, but he thinks that it’s worth the pain. With how Draco is looking at him, Harry would gladly let someone stab him. As long as he dies looking at Draco, he’ll die happy. The thought process should scare Harry, yet it only aids in his heart racing. Harry wants this for the rest of his life: him and Draco, just like this. Their eyes locked together for eternity.
“Harry, I…”
Harry smiles, “We should talk about this, huh?”
Harry sees Draco swallow thickly before he nods, “Yeah, we should…” Draco trails off, and Harry watches his eyes flicker down to his lips. Harry grins, “If you wanna kiss me again, go ahead, Draco-” Harry is cut off by Draco’s lips on his, and he wants Draco to shut him up like this all the time. He’s been waiting for this moment since he first saw Draco, his feelings disguised by hate. Often, he wonders why they kept their feud going for so long. All over getting off on the wrong foot when they were eleven years old.
However, what’s done is done. They can’t go back and fix the things they said to each other, the scars they’ve left on each other, nor can they take back the years they wasted hating each other. Harry thinks about what their lives would be like if Draco hadn’t introduced himself in the way he had. If he hadn’t called Hermoine a mudblood, what would their relationship be like? Would they even know each other?
Harry thinks that all his suffering was worth it, now that he’s kissing Draco. Merlin, he’s kissing Draco. He can barely think, his mind is a hazy cloud of pleasure and happiness. The only thoughts he can make out through the haze are of Draco, of their relationship. What is their relationship now? Harry can’t possibly go back to being friends with Draco after this. He can’t pretend that nothing happened between them, he can’t sit there and be a secret. Harry hopes, almost prays, that Draco wants something more than this.
"What are we, Draco?" Harry asks once they pull apart for air, and Draco tenses up for a moment. Draco seems to ponder over the question for a moment before he turns the question back to Harry.
"What do you think we are, Harry?" He says, and he almost sounds bored. After Harry pretends to think over the question for a moment, he, surprisingly, gets an answer out, “I want everything, I mean- I have the biggest thing for you, that’s why I broke up with Ginny, that’s why I kissed you, I’m- Merlin, I’m sorry.”
Draco chuckles, “Why are you apologizing, Harry? I kissed you, too, right? People don’t kiss people they don’t have a thing for, do they?”
Harry’s face flames . He manages, somehow, to sputter out: “Well…well, I, I guess not, no. So, you like me, too, then?” Draco shakes his head, and Harry’s heart drops.
Was he just messing with Harry? Is this some sort of sick prank? Is this a dream?
What if Draco was just faking it the whole time, and all those heart-to-hearts were a facade? What if-
“Harry, calm down. I don’t like you because I’m in love with you, Merlin, you’re as thick as it gets,” Draco says, and it drags Harry out of his thoughts. Harry’s heart skips a beat at Draco’s confession, and the next thing he knows, he’s kissing Draco again. Draco makes a noise of surprise again, but he kisses back immediately. Harry melts in Draco’s arms when his hands trail up to his hair and pull on it. Since when did he like that? Harry surges forward, which pushes them backward, and Harry is now on top of Draco. Harry smiles so wide that his cheeks hurt, “I’m in love with you too, in case that wasn’t obvious.”
Draco puts on a pretend surprised face, “You are?! I had no clue, Potter! How…queer of you?” Harry sputters out a laugh, “You’re such an arse, just be quiet and let me kiss you.”
Draco grins, “You’ll have to shut me up yourself, Potter.” Harry smirks and positions himself so that he can whisper in Draco’s ear, “You’re on, Malfoy.”
Draco shudders underneath him, and Harry could die a happy man.