He’ll kill me. He will, what am I thinking.
Harry returned to his book, but as he read the same boring line in his potions book for the sixth time, the words dull in his mind, meaningless, he gave up once again. He let himself watch the sunset that could be seem through the window of the library. On the wall next to Draco.
Shit, that was a mistake, wasn’t it? Because watching the sunset meant watching Draco, who kept his head down, reading one of those huge transfiguration books Harry thought only Hermione was brave enough to open. The orange sunlight wasn’t suppose to make anyone look that beautiful, especially Malfoy, but it did, somehow. His hair was longer than it’d ever been and, without the gel to keep it neat, the strands curled around the edges, his bangs covering his eyes. Harry could swear his hair was shining, almost like a Veela’s hair and he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Because they’d been sitting there for almost three hours now, because the library was empty, because he was so close, right beside Harry…
‘You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes and, even though I understand you have no manners whatsoever, I thought Granger had already taught you… Potter?’
Malfoy had finally looked at him and, by the change in his expression, from the usual sneer to one of actual concern, Harry must’ve been looking like someone about to throw up. After all, that was how he felt.
‘Potter? Hey, what happened?’ He placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder, getting closer as he did so so he could look Harry in the eyes. That concerned look was something Harry never would’ve thought he would receive from Malfoy. Actually, he could never have imagined he would spend so much time with the other boy during his eighth year, get the chance to talk to him, touch him, study with him for three hours straight without wanting to kill him.
But it wasn’t enough. Harry wanted to talk more, all the time, or just listen to Draco’s voice for hours. He wanted to touch him, but not only small, friendly touches. He wanted all he should have wanted with Ginny, with Cho.
Sometimes his mind would trick him into thinking Draco wanted the same thing.Those were dangerous times.
Just like in that moment.
‘Do you want me to call Madam Pince?’ He was so close. Too close.
Harry tilted his head and Draco noticed. He looked around quickly before returning his gaze to Harry’s face. Was Malfoy blushing? He didn’t move, but Harry did. Slowly he placed his hand on Draco’s cheek, their lips so close now he could smell mint from his mouth.
Harry kissed him, brushed their lips lightly at first and them actually pressed their mouths together. Draco wasn’t kissing back, though.
'I’m kissing you’ Harry whispered against the other’s lips and kissed him softly again before opening his eyes. Why wasn’t Malfoy screaming and pushing him away?
When Harry looked at him, though, he realised something wasn’t right.
Draco was so red Harry was almost sure the boy was overheating.
'Draco? Fuck, I- Sorry, I shouldn’t- ’
'Shhh!!!’ Draco’s hand was suddenly covering Harry’s mouth. The boy looked around again, more vigorously this time, to check if they were still alone. Harry removed Draco’s hand, holding it firmly, everything a mess in his head.
'What the fuck…’
'Are you an idiot? We’re in the fucking library! All the fucking time in the world, all the opportunities you had, and you decide to kiss me in the library?!’
'Opportunities? Draco, I…’
'I shoud’ve known you’d do something like this but I had to listen to fucking Pansy and Granger…’ Draco ran his free hand through his hair, his face still pink.
'You wanted to kiss me… Then why?’ Harry tried his best not to move closer, grab Draco by his robes and kiss him again.
'What do you mean?’ Draco looked at him like he was insane.
'Why didn’t you?!’
’Your friend and Pansy told me to wait. They told me to fucking wait because 'Oh, Harry doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings and you might scare him if you go too fast’ and I’ve been fucking waiting for you to do something for almost three months now, you imbecile!’ Draco was whispering so fast Harry thought he’d misunderstood something.
'I’ve wanted to kiss for six months now, you prick!’ His hand wouldn’t let go of Draco’s despite the blond’s atempts to free himself from the tight grip.
Draco grabbed a small, but heavy, book from the table and hit Harry square in the chest.
'Then why didn’t you!’
They stopped suddenly, turning their heads as the figure of Madam Pince appeared from behind the closest bookshelf.
'You should be ashamed, two grown men fighting like first years! If I hear one more whisper I’ll kick both of you out of here!’
Their fingers were still intertwined under the table and their cheeks were flushed.
'Sorry’ they whispered at the same time. Madam Pince gave them her best disappointed look before turning around and walking away.
'They know?’ Harry asked as soon as Madam Pince disappeared.
Draco gave him an annoyed look, much like those Hermione used to give him everytime he talked in the library.
'Everyone knows, except you, apparently’ His tone was sarcastic but there was sadness in his eyes. Harry placed his hand on Draco’s cheek for the second time that day, catching the blond’s attention.
'I’m sorry. I still want to kiss you’ He tried I little smile and gave Draco a peck on the lips. He smiled back and Harry felt a pleasant, warm feeling in his chest. He loved to see Draco smile.
'You are an idiot’ He said but kissed Harry again, and again, small pecks that sent electric shocks to that warm spot in Harry’s chest. 'I’m gonna kiss you in front of that bastard Finnigan. He’s the only one convinced you don’t actually want to snog the shit out of me.’
And Harry laughed and kissed Draco again. And again.
Madam Pince kicked them out eventually but the smile on her face didn’t go unnoticed by Harry.