Chapter 8
Draco had lost track of how long they had been waiting. He and Hermione had light conversation, just touching on the severity of the apparently mutual romantic feelings between Draco and Harry.
It didn’t last long, however. The worry was eating both of them alive.
Draco froze when he heard movement behind the door. He jumped to his feet, motioning frantically to Hermione. She stood as well. As soon as the door opened, the face of Madame Redai was revealed. Instantly, Draco lunged at her. She quickly threw up a shielding charm, halting Draco’s attempts.
Draco huffed, glaring at her. She smiled sheepishly. “Listen, I’m very sorry for lying to you, but it had to be done. After all, it worked.” Draco’s glare was interrupted, his eyes widening.
“You mean-” Hermione was cut off by Madame Pomfrey.
“He’s alright.” She said simply. Hermione and Draco bolted into the room.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that Harry was very much alive. A few tears of pure relief leaked from Draco’s eyes. He appeared to be asleep, but was quite obviously breathing.
The tears under his eyes were drying, and there were no fresh ones. The swelling in his face had gone down a lot, and the cuts and blisters on his skin were still present, but appeared to not be as worse as before. Draco cleared his tight throat, taking Harry’s hand. Hermione wiped her eyes from beside him, seeing Draco’s hand take Harry’s. A small smile came across her face.
“I’ll go tell Ron,” Hermione said softly. Draco smiled at her as she left.
When the door closed, Draco sat down, resting his forehead on the bed. He took deep breaths, doing his best to steady his racing heartbeat.
Draco felt Harry shift, and he sat up immediately, watching his eyes for any movement. Very slowly, his eyelids pried apart. Harry met eyes with Draco, taking a breath, then sighing. “That was scary.”
Draco snorted. “Extremely,” Draco gripped Harry’s hand a little tighter. “I’m glad you’re okay,” He murmured, not meeting Harry’s eyes. Draco felt Harry squeeze his hand, so he turned to face him.
Harry was leaning in. Draco’s eyes moved to Harry’s lips, his breath catching in his throat. Draco tried not to shake as he closed the distance.
For a few moments, both were still.
Soon enough, they got over their shock and started to work their lips together. Harry hummed, the adorable noise forcing Draco to hold Harry even closer than before.
The angle was incredibly uncomfortable for Draco, his neck was already starting to ache, but he didn’t move. He was scared that if he took things any further, the kiss would stop.
Harry was the first to pull away. Draco didn’t meet his eyes, worried that he did something wrong.
“Draco,” Harry spoke softly. Draco forced his eyes to meet Harry’s. Harry smiled softly, bringing a hand up to touch Draco’s cheek. “I like you.”
Draco choked, instantly pulling Harry into another kiss.
When they separated, Draco was the one to speak. “I like you too.” Draco stopped, thinking that what he said was a bit too sentimental. “Scarhead,” He added, grinning.
“Git,” Harry snorted, wrapping Draco in a tight hug.