Messy Curls
What the hell was that? Draco was more than stunned. He felt as if his shoes were glued to the floor.
After standing there like an idiot for another minute or two, he clumsily grabbed the books off the floor and raced after Harry, slipping through the portal to the Eighth Year Common Room.
He burst open the door to his dorm, noting that Harry had gotten back mere moments ago. “What the bloody hell was that?”
“You sound like Ron.”
“Y-yes well.. don’t change the subject!” Draco stammered. “What the hell was that?!”
“That was a kiss? I did it because I wanted to?” Harry questioned, “You seemed to have liked it, what’s the problem?”
“Well of course I liked it, are you bloody mad?”
“Are you?”
This back and forth of petty questions was going nowhere.
“Is this your way of deflecting, by giving bitchy comments,” Harry hollered, walking into the bathroom.
“No way in hell, I cope with ditch weed!”
Harry slammed the door quickly. Now was the time to panic. He’d just kissed Draco Malfoy. His breathing was ragged and uneasy, his lungs grasping for air.
Did Draco even like it? Well of course he did, he just admitted it. But there’s no way they can move on from this. Their friendship is simply ruined.
It’s not a friendship, Harry. You both know that.
There was a knock at the door.
“Go away, d-dipshit.” That sounded far better in his head.
“That’s not very nice, now is it, especially from the boy who gave me my first kiss. Now open the door.”
Harry froze.
“Please.”
He couldn’t say no to the begging in his voice. He could barely open the door all the way before Draco was grabbing him and pulling him by his collar.
“Kiss me again.”
“What?”
“You heard me, you dunce, kiss me again.”
Harry was quick to take him up on the offer, almost toppling him over. They stumbled backwards in a heated whirlwind, falling on to Harry’s bed.
Jostled hair and swollen lips became present, as Draco fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Harry aided his struggles, frantically trying to take off his shirt while keeping his lips on Draco’s.
Moans tumbled out of Draco’s mouth, feeling kisses down his neck. The months of awkward sexual tension had built up to this and they simply couldn’t get enough of each other. They were grinding, tugging, and sucking on one another as if they had longed for it all their life.
Finally able to get Draco’s shirt off, Harry pulled his lips off the large hickey he’d left on the blonde’s collarbone. In a breathy manor, he demanded, “take off your pants.”
“Harry, are you in there?” Hermione’s voice shook them both from the other side of the door. In a panic, Draco scrambled to button his now wrinkled shirt, and Harry was busy taming his hair that was messier than usual.
Hermione opened the door, now staring at a very flushed Draco and a very awkward Harry. She looked between the both for a moment be speaking, “Did I interrupt something?”
Harry went to respond, but Draco cut him off. “N-no! We were just looking for uhm.. I lost my quill.”
Hermione squinted her eyes at the blonde, not buying it. “Well I just wanted to check in on you two, Ron told me you had gotten into a fight.”
Harry looked at Draco. They seemed to be on good terms, but Draco was so quick to object the idea of them messing with each other. Perhaps it was too soon, it made sense. Especially since Draco was much more of a shy person after the war. Harry hoped that was what it was. Besides, Ron knew of their odd relationship.
“We’re okay now, don’t worry Hermione,” Harry reassured, giving a hesitant nod to Draco. He nodded back.
Hermione folded her arms, looking for something that Harry would possibly give away. He focused his best on not cracking under the pressure. She sighed, “well please come to me if you need anything, I don’t really like being out of the loop.”
And with that she left, the door slamming behind her.
The boys stared at one another. Harry felt his stomach in his throat. Were they screwed? Had he fucked things up?
He looked at Draco. Hair a mess, cheeks warm and pink, shirt collar unbuttoned. How badly he wanted to kiss him again.
The blonde was quiet, and little shaky from what he could tell, probably dazed from their little makeout session.
“Well that was.. lovely,” He huffed out, his cheeks growing a darker shade of crimson.
Harry smiled, going in for another kiss. Draco swerved him, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, “Slow down, she could come back, y’know.”
Harry glanced over the blonde. He didn’t not like the kiss, but he looked panicked. Perhaps it was just overwhelming, Draco had just received his first kiss and his first makeout all within the same ten minutes. And if they hadn’t been interrupted, he might’ve walked out of their dorm without his virginity.
“You’re right,” Harry agreed. He hesitated, before asking, “I didn’t go too far, right?”
Draco smirked, “Merlin no. Do you think, we could do that again?” The words came out in small chunks, as if the boy was finding the confidence to say them.
“I think we could,” Harry grinned, leaning in to the blonde.
“But later, of course,” Draco interrupted as Harry went in for another kiss.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry backed off, a little disappointed. “Later..”