Draco stayed still, leaning on to the table and looked at Harry. He felt Draco’s eyes on him, but didn’t dare to look up. “Why did I tell him this?” He thought to himself. “Why would I be such an idiot? What was the meaning of that? He must think I’m… I’m… Oh, he wouldn’t think any worse of me than he already does. He’s just probably going to tell the whole school about this. Geez, I’m such an IDIOT!”
“So... You think I’m going to let you make me moan again, just because you feel something for me?” Harry looked up for a second, but didn’t dare to look into his eyes.
“No… Not really.” Harry said, regretting every part of the confession he just had given Draco.
“You know I don’t feel anything for you, right?” Harry just nodded at him, without telling him what he was thinking. “What’s the point of asking these stupid, hurtful questions, Draco? You really like to torture me that much? “
“What’s the matter? Letting me win, just because your heart beats faster? I thought we were going to do this your way from now on. I thought I just did it wrong, anyway.” Harry’s heart skipped a beat. Draco was right. He had made his decision long ago, so then why wasn’t he doing as he had decided now? He wanted Draco. And he was going to get him.
It took Harry under a second to get over to the place Draco stood, grab his face with both his hands, and kiss Draco deeply.
The quick reaction to his words surprised Draco, and he didn’t even get to think the thought of getting away, before Harry, once again, was all over him. But this time, he didn’t let go at once. Harry’s lips stayed put, and Draco could do nothing but answer to them. When Harry’s tongue smoothly licked his bottom lip, Draco opened his mouth more, to let Harry rub his tongue against his. Harry deepened the kiss, more ore less sucking the breath out of Draco. He pushed the blond kid backwards, so he had to lean on his elbows, and placed his arms around him. His hands moved by themselves, and his fingers worked their way up and down Draco’s back. After several minutes of kissing, Draco finally manages to free himself from Harry’s possessing and claiming mouth and tongue. As he gasps for air, Harry keeps caressing Draco’s face and neck with passionate kisses, and licks. His hands moves over to Draco’s chest, and let his fingers find their way around. Draco tries to focus and figure out what he wants to do, and what he is going to. But every time he’s getting close to think straight, he feels Harry’s tongue rub against veins while he is sucking at the pale neck. Slowly, but surely, Harry’s fingers find their way down and under Draco’s shirt. He starts to stroke over the surprisingly muscular abdomen, but no higher than his bellybutton. He led his hands to Draco’s back, and let them slide down to his ass, and drag the other boy closer, until their crouches nearly met. He started to kiss his way back up from the neck, as Draco was about to get focused again. He stopped, for just a few seconds, and looked into the other boy’s eyes, as he licked his bottom lip. Draco separated his lips, as if Harry’s licking was the knocking on a door. He answered the kiss fully, as Harry pressed him down against the table with his own body, and rubbed his tongue against his. And as Harry’s chest stroke against his, and he felt the black haired boy’s hands grabbing his face, and dragging his fingers through his hair, he couldn’t help but moan.
As soon as the moan was out, Harry stopped. He raised himself up, and looked down at Draco. Then he jumped of the table, and walked away. Draco stayed at the table, just as Harry had left him, and looked up at the ceiling and thought. “What the hell just happened?”