Authors Note: This is the last chapter. A big thank you goes out to everybody who has read and everybody who has reviewed this story. I really appreciate it! I do hope you like the end and it's not too mushy. I tried hard but I'm just a big cheesy nerd so I can't write anything in a sophisticated manner. Enjoy. And look out for my next fic which I will should be posting soon!
Harry had never felt so royally messed in the head. He was elated that Draco had come to the conclusion that he was gay the night before. He was also so disappointed that he wanted to drown himself in junk food and cry. He was disappointed because Draco obviously wasn't interested in him. He'd just walked away from what Harry considered the most fantastic kiss of his life that fateful night outside of Draco's flat. And then, the events of the night before at the club.
Harry closed his eyes and could see Draco dancing with that stranger and kissing him. It was nauseating.
"Well, I for one that it's wonderful." Hermione pronounced as she forked a piece of lettuce. Her statement quickly brought Harry back to the present.
"Yes, of course it is." Harry said and offered a small smile to his two lunch companions.
"I'm sure you always knew something about being gay. Something felt a little off, I'm sure." Hermione continued.
"I suppose." Draco answered, pushing his fork around his plate, moving bits of vegetables but never actually eating any.
"You sound so down Draco, what ever is the matter?" Hermione said with her fishing for information voice.
"Nothing." Draco answered quickly and glanced at Harry who was too busy studying his water glass. Harry seemed distant and uncomfortable. He could only assume that it was because Draco officially came out of the closet the night before. Maybe Harry was awkward now, afraid that Draco would expect something of him seeing as they are both gay. Harry obviously wasn't interested in Draco and wanted to make sure that Draco knew it. He would have to reassure Harry somehow that he had no worries, that their relationship would stay platonic, even though that was the absolute last thing Draco wanted.
"I can't believe we're doing this." Harry whined dramatically.
"It's fine. I really don't mind." Draco said as he and Harry rode along side Hermione and Ron in an ancient elevator destined to stop at Jonathon's party. He hadn't seen Harry much the past week since their lunch with Hermione and was really glad to be in his company. Harry's weirdness was going to have to stop, however, because they were about to test their acting skills. And Draco was disgusted with himself because he was truly looking forward to it.
"Well. I do." Harry snapped.
"Honestly, Harry." Hermione sighed.
"I hardly think that pretending to be my boyfriend for a couple of hours is going to kill you." Draco said in slight agitation. "Such a queen," he muttered under his breath and saw Harry glare at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Of course it won't." Ron chimed in happily. He was the only one of the four that actually wanted to attend Jonathon's party. "It's either that or say you broke up and have Jonathon trailing around after you again. He really does fancy you, talks about you all the time at work." Ron continued and Hermione grinned at him, Harry was suspicious but tired not to show it. "I know," was all he said before the elevator stopped and they were forced to meet their fate.'
A while later, Harry had the distinct feeling that he could definitely now say that he knew how it felt be a science experiement. For the past twenty minutes they'd been at the party, Jonathon had studied Harry and Draco's every move. Especially Harry's every move.
"I think he's suspicious, Harry. Maybe you should loosen up and hold my hand or something." Draco whispered into his ear. Harry felt the inevitable shivers run the entire length of his body at Draco's proximity.
"Yeah, alright." Harry whispered back and gently placed his hand into Draco's. It was a perfect fit. The world really was cruel. He took a sip of wine with his free hand and sighed. He couldn't believe he was going along such a charade. Another one of Ronald's brilliant ideas, to be sure.
"So, Draco" Jonathon appeared suddenly on Harry's other side. Harry jumped slightly and took a deep breath to try to calm his nerves. Draco smiled pleasantly at Jonathon and squeezed Harry's hand. Draco was always calm, cool, and collected. Harry could feel himself relax a bit just thinking of Draco and how he could always handle anything.
"What do you do for a living?" Jonathon questioned.
"I work for the ministry."
"That's what Ron said. But I never see you there."
"Well, there are hundreds of employees there. It would be difficult to know them all, now wouldn't it?" Draco said in a sweet as sugar voice. Harry took a sip of wine before elaborating for Draco.
"He works in international public relations and is out of his office more often than he's in it."
"I see." Jonathon said and looked as if he was putting together a puzzle. "That explains why you travel so much."
"And you know that how?" Draco inquired before taking a sip of wine, trying to keep the conversation on these trivial matters. It would keep Harry relaxed. That last thing that Harry needed was for the conversation to turn to their "relationship."
"Harry told me." Jonathon said quickly and then smiled broadly at Draco. "You know…on our date. Our wonderful date." Jonathon concluded with a wink at Harry. Draco's grip on Harry's hand tightened so much that he feared for the bones. Draco's face held a deep frown and Harry's eyebrows rose at the sight of it. It almost looked like Draco was jealous. But that was ridiculous, wasn't it?
"I would repeat the evening anytime you wanted Harry." Jonathon said bravely and placed his hand on Harry's forearm.
Draco saw red and felt himself snap. "Yes." He laughed without humour. "You would be oh so willing to repeat that date, eh? The one where Harry was talking about me. The one where Harry was so obviously thinking about me?"
Harry took a deep breath as he felt Draco let go of his hand and wrap his arm around Harry's waist instead.
Jonathon dropped his hand from Harry's arm and glared at Draco. "Excuse me. I have other guests to attend to."
"You do that." Draco said coldly to his back as Jonathon turned and left.
"That was bit rude, don't you think?" Harry wiggled out of Draco's embrace after Jonathon was a safe distance away.
"Not really. He was asking for it."
"How do you figure?" Harry demanded as he narrowed his eyes.
"Think about it, Harry." Draco said normally before leaning in close to whisper the rest. "If I really were your boyfriend, flirting with you in front of me and reminding me of your date together was a bit tacky and rude itself."
Harry really couldn't find it in himself to argue Draco's logic. Not when his breath was ghosting over Harry's cheek so warmly and softly. He just nodded before Draco pulled back.
They stared at each other for a few moments. Before either could say another word, however, Ron appeared at Harry's side and pulled him into a conversation about quid ditch with another one of Ron's co-workers.
"I'm going to get another drink." Draco said lowly and began to walk away.
"Draco." Harry said and Draco turned to face him "Get me one as well?"
"Sure." Draco nodded and disappeared.
Surprisingly, Harry enjoyed the rest of the party. Jonathon left him alone and he was able to converse with several people about quid ditch, his favorite topic. And Draco stayed fairly occupied with others as well. It gave Harry's nervous system a much needed break. Having Draco so close was absolute hell on him on at times. He just wanted to grab him and kiss him until they both suffocated. Sadly, that would never happen.
"I'm ready to leave when you are." Harry said casually when he and Draco were left alone for a moment.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Draco said as he glanced around for Ron and Hermione. After spotting them, he gave them a wave and motioned toward the door. Hermione nodded and mouthed 'bye'."
"You look ready. How much have you had to drink?" Harry questioned, noticing Draco's shiny eyes.
"A fair amount, I guess."
"Uh huh." Harry laughed and pulled Draco along toward the exit.
Draco stumbled getting out of the elevator and crashed into Harry. In an effort to hold them both upright, Harry trudged over the nearest wall. They were close and Draco could smell Harry's cologne, it was so strong, and it smelt so good.
He felt like he was in a dream or some alternate universe because he couldn't help himself. He leaned in close and covered Harry's mouth with his own. Harry allowed and participated immediately, allowing Draco's full access. Draco heard Harry moan softly and that was all it took, he reached down and cupped Harry's growing erection. He received an audible gasp as Harry tore his mouth away.
Harry breathed deeply as Draco's lips attached to his neck. He ran his fingers through Draco's blonde strands before grasping his head and pulling him into another kiss. All the while Draco's hand continued it's work on Harry's member bringing him to a quick and violent orgasm.
Harry shook all over as he came down from his Draco induced high. He couldn't believe it had happened. He couldn't believe that Draco had kissed him again. And touched him. Maybe there was hope after all. Harry grinned from ear to ear as Draco pulled back slightly.
"For the record, I didn't see anything." Ron's voice carried to their ears. They turned and saw he and Hermione stepping off the elevator.
"I'm just experimenting, alright?" Draco said quickly without thinking as Hermione and Ron jutted past. He didn't want anybody to really know how he felt about Harry, in case Harry would never feel the same. But after that kiss, he'd seriously have to re-evaluate his idea about that. Harry enjoyed it. Was it Draco he'd enjoyed? Or would anybody else have garnered that reaction?
Draco turned back to Harry with newfound fear in his eyes. Harry averted his gaze, however, and released Draco from his grasp.
"Let's get you home." Harry said coldly and turned to walk out of the building. Draco panicked inside. Harry was angry at what Draco had just done. Just Great. So much for re-evaluating their relationship.
"You've got to talk to him." Hermione ordered a couple of days later during an impromptu meeting in her office during lunch.
"He won't answer the damn phone." Draco relayed.
"I know he won't. I live with him, remember? Grow up and go to our house!"
"Grow up?" Draco inquired with one raised eyebrow.
"Yes. You need to mature a little. Both of you could do with some of that actually." Hermione chewed on her bottom lip.
"Thanks Hermione." Draco grumbled.
"No problem." She said as she turned a page in a muggle bridal catalogue.
"That's all you have for me?"
"I can't get too involved in this Draco. You really have to sort some of this out for yourself but I will tell you this." Hermione said and Draco leaned forward in his chair to hear the rest.
"I do believe that the culprit behind Harry's anger is not that you two…you know what…but what you said afterwards."
"I don't remember what I said afterwards." Draco complained as his memory failed him at the worst possible time.
"You need to look inside yourself and figure out what it is you want. And you'll probably find that it's Harry. Am I right?"
Draco was so stunned that he almost fell off his chair. He thought that he'd kept his feelings hidden so well.
"And maybe you'll find that Harry wants the same thing."
Harry was a wreck for two days straight, following the thing with Draco. He couldn't believe that he had almost believed that Draco was interested in him but apparently all he was doing was 'experimenting.' What a load of bullshit. He felt tears sting his eyes as he thought about it.
He was trying to straighten up his and Hermione's living room, she had been on to him about how much of a slob he was turning into, when the door bell rang.
The second Harry opened the door and saw Draco standing on his doorstep he ceased being sad and just got angry.
"What do you want?"
"Why are you ignoring me. I've tried to call a million times." Draco complained and forced his way into Harry's flat.
"I don't want to talk to you." Harry said simply and crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive manner.
"Is it about the other night because I'm sorry that I…"
"No. I just don't want to talk to you."
"And why is that exactly? What in the hell did I do?" Draco kicked a stray trainer across the room and it hit the wall with a resounding thud.
"Nothing Draco. Please, just leave." Harry still had not moved from his spot beside his front door.
"No. Tell me what's wrong with you. Hermione won't give me anything. She says that I said something to make you mad at me, though. I don't really know what she's talking about. I'm so confused about everything. I don't know who we are anymore."
Harry softened slightly, even though he didn't want to do so as he watched Draco fall onto his sofa. He looked so defeated that Harry's anger started to fade. Harry sat down beside him and leaned close to put his hand on Draco's shoulder but before he could do so, Draco flinched and moved away. It hurt. It hurt a lot and Harry's anger returned full force. Who did he think he was? He would practically molest Harry when inebriated but now, when he was stone cold sober, he acted like Harry was a monster. He realized that analogy might be a little strong but he was upset.
"I know I'm repulsive to you Draco but god, have a little compassion." Harry sighed and moved off the couch.
"What are you talking about?"
"Just now. I leaned up against you and you moved away like I have a contagious disease."
"You're not repulsive Harry…I didn't mean to…I…" Draco was having serious trouble formulating the words. It was obviously time to confess his feelings for Harry. He'd involuntarily flinched because he didn't want Harry so close to him. He didn't want Harry to touch him. It was too difficult on his head, his heart, and more importantly, his determination to not jump Harry and ruin their friendship. But he may have already done that with the drunken groping he'd done of Harry a few days prior. Hermione's words, however, rang through his head and gave him hope. He was just about to let it all fly out of his mouth on the off chance that Harry did feel some glimmer of romantic inclination for him as well when he spoke. Or rather screamed.
"Why are you always fucking drunk when you kiss me then? Why am I always an experiement?" Harry screamed.
"What?" Draco asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Did I stutter? You heard me!"
"But that's not true."
"Isn't it though?" Harry said lowly as if all of the fight was out of him. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I don't really want to fight with you…I shouldn't be yelling but…"
"But what?" Draco prodded, his eyes shining hopefully. It appeared that Harry wasn't upset that Draco had kissed him in a drunken stupor but was upset that Draco had only kissed him in a drunken stupor. He was so excited at the possibility that he felt himself bounce on the balls of his feet.
"But you drive me crazy." Harry laughed without humor.
"How so, Harry?"
Here it was, the moment of truth but Harry felt he couldn't answer. Things would never be the same if Draco knew the true depth of Harry's feelings.
"I want you to go."
"We really need to talk about this, Harry. What you just said…"
"Go!" Harry yelled left the room. Draco knew that with Harry is this type of mood he wasn't going to get anywhere. So he left but not alone. He left with a heavy heart but a hopefulness that the situation had become dire enough for help. He needed Hermione.
Draco said on Ron's armchair and relayed the entire conversation he'd just had with Harry to Hermione, Ron, and Ginny.
"So…he's really angry at me. I can't believe I've hurt him so bad and I don't even know what I did really." Draco sighed.
"I hate to see either of you this upset." Ron said seriously.
"Oh, but Ron, he's always been upset when it comes to Draco." Ginny said.
"He said something like that. What am I missing? And I want real answers this time." Draco demanded with a slight glare in Hermione's direction.
Hermione, however, wasn't fussed and simply questioned. "How do you really feel about him Draco? We're all friends here, we won't say anything to Harry or anyone else.
"I think I'm in love with him."
The other three stared at Draco, somewhat surprised by his admission.
Hermione, however, giggled. "I do believe it's time to put a plan into action."
"Hey." Draco said as Harry opened the door.
"Hi." Harry had calmed down in the past week. He was no longer as angry with Draco as he'd been. It truly wasn't Draco's fault that he wasn't interested in Harry for anything other than a friend and, of course, a way of experimenting with his sexuality.
"Now is really not a good time Draco. I'm going out." It hurt to say it aloud but Hermione had guilted him into a blind date, saying that she'd already scheduled it before the mess with Draco. She said that the man had been unavailable but was counting on meeting Harry. He'd refused until he'd been blue in the face but to no avail. She'd won, as always. So Harry had decided to plug through the evening and attempt to keep Draco out of his thoughts. And now here he was. Life was cruel.
"I know." Draco said softly.
"So, later then." Harry went to shut the door but Draco pushed it back open.
"Well, see. I'm your date." Draco smiled nervously as Harry's jaw dropped.
"Huh?" Harry was his usual articulate self.
"I'm your blind date. Of course I guess it really isn't blind considering we've know each other since we were eleven but still." Draco held up a bottle of Harry's favorite wine. "Flowers seemed too girly. Even for a queen such as yourself."
"Is this some kind of joke?" Harry felt ringing in his ears. He felt almost faint.
"No. It's not a joke." Draco had never felt more jumpy inside. Surely he wasn't wrong in thinking that Harry had some interest. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had certainly been more than encouraging which had given Draco even more hope. And what Harry had said the last time they were together. It was like he wanted Draco to kiss. Like he wanted Draco.
"I don't understand." Harry said, "you want to go out with me?"
Draco nodded and chuckled nervously.
"You want to date me?" Harry questioned, his head fuddled but clearly the longer he talked and Draco nodded.
"Very much so Harry." Draco said softly and moved toward him before stopping, "So what's your answer?"
"Yes." Harry said breathlessly. "I've never wanted anything more…I…"
Harry could say no more because his mouth became occupied with Draco's. Draco's mouth was fierce and the kiss was rough and violent but Harry loved it. He felt like he was on fire as Draco's arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. They clutched each other and kissed until Harry's lips felt raw and he broke away to search Draco's face.
"I'm sorry. If I'd known you wanted me to kiss you, I would have done so a long time ago. If I'd known you wanted to be with me. I wanted to be with you." Draco whispered.
"I didn't think you wanted to." Harry whispered back.
"I did." Draco smiled and then peppered kisses along Harry's cheek and jaw line. Harry moaned and maneuvered them toward the couch. He lowered himself before pulling Draco down to lay flush on top of him. They both groaned and squirmed as their erections made an initial contact. Clothes began to fly around the room as they were enveloped in a lustful haze.
As they lay naked, chest to chest, Draco paused for the first time. "Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry said, slightly out of breath.
"I've never done this before." Draco said quietly. "With a man," he continued.
"I know, it's alright. It's not that horribly different mechanically…at least not your role." Harry grinned and repositioned himself by wrapping his legs tightly around Draco's waist. "Mine is really very different."
Draco broke out in a bout of laughter. Harry was adorable. Harry was here under him waiting to be made love to. Harry was his. His best friend and now his lover. And nothing else could have possibly mattered in that very moment.