Hey y'all. So I didn't finish this in under a month. What can I say, I don't do deadlines.
But this chapter is rather long and, you'll never guess what? It's not finished! So, therefore this fic is no longer a threeshot but a fourshot. Hopefully. I suck at plans.
But yeah, here's the next installment for you lavly readers :) Thanks for waiting!
Part Three: the Manor
Harry smiled awkwardly over his shoulder at the man he was dancing with. True to his word, Ron had scoured the premises for a man with whom Harry could dance with. However, if Harry had had his way he might have chosen someone a little different. For one thing the man had a shaven head, several tattoos up his arms and was very, very beefy. Of course, Harry didn't mind the muscles, but this man was intimating, mainly because he looked to be at least three to four years older than Harry. However, what really made Harry edgy was how the man danced a little too provocatively for his liking. The man – Jake, he had later found out – also didn't seem to appreciate the idea of personal space and loved to grind. At the moment he was behind Harry, his arms draped over Harry's shoulders firmly, and grinding their bodies together.
From a distance Harry spotted several of his friends. Seamus was shamelessly making out with Lavender, his hands creeping under her lacy top, whilst Ron and Hermione were dancing shyly with one another, both of them blushing furiously. Dean was nowhere to be seen but Harry was sure he had seen him heading to one of the upper levels with someone on his arm.
"Wanna get a drink, babe?" asked Jake, bellowing his request into Harry's ear.
Harry shifted uncomfortably and turned around so he could face Jake. He smiled politely.
"I've had far too much this evening, but thanks for the offer," he said loudly over the music. "Anyway, I should... probably try and... uh, you know, find my friends now." His mind was still slow from the absinthe earlier and his brain was having trouble coming up with a good excuse to get away.
"Aw, stay! C'mon, one more song. Please?" Jake simpered, wrapping an arm round Harry's waist, pulling their bodies flush together.
"No, I should really –"
"Your friends are busy, I know who you're with and they're all busy making out," Jake leered. "Want to take a leaf out of their books? I think the second level's pretty empty."
"No!" Harry exclaimed. He pulled away roughly. "They're not all doing that."
"He's right, I'm certainly not," said a well-spoken voice from behind Harry. Harry whipped around to find Draco, his arms crossed and his face stony. "May I have this dance?" he asked Harry, bowing slightly and offering his hand out.
Harry took the hand that was offered instantly, said a hurried goodbye to Jake who seemed rather putout, and followed Malfoy onto the dance floor.
"So who was that?" Draco asked as he pulled Harry unnecessarily close and began to dance while eyeing Jake indifferently. "He didn't look like your type."
"Some Muggle man Ron paired me up with," Harry grumbled bitterly. "Anyway, what do you mean 'he doesn't look like my type'?"
"Well, from what I've seen lately you seem to go for the handsome, tall, blonde-haired, pureblood wizard, not a common, stumpy, no-haired Muggle. He couldn't give you what I can give you."
Harry snorted. "Jealous?"
Draco leant in to Harry's lips. "Oh, unquestionably."
The blonde boy leant that little bit closer until Harry could feel Draco's breath gust against his lips. He was almost lost in the moment before he remembered something that had plagued his mind all evening.
"Why did you ask me to join you earlier?" he asked suddenly.
Draco looked at Harry, confusion and irritation written on his face as he stood up straight. "What?"
"Before, when we were outside. Why did you ask me to join you in here?" Harry elaborated. "I mean... one minute you were being a total prat, and the next you're asking me to join you in a nightclub, not to mention going as far as to give me new clothes."
Understanding dawned on Draco's handsome features and his signature smirk fell back into place. "Ah, I see. Well, I'll let you into a little secret, Potter." He leant in to whisper into Harry's ear, "You're fit. You're really fucking fit and if you hadn't been a self-righteous, noble, Gryffindor hero at school I would have asked you to join me a long time ago."
At this Harry was lost for words; he hadn't expected such a blunt answer, nor had he ever thought himself as... fit.
"I'm... you think I'm... really?" he spluttered. "Since when? And... why? I don't –"
"Shut up," Draco murmured before pressing his lips tightly to Harry's.
The kiss was quick, chaste, and to the point so Harry didn't have time to respond before Draco had pulled away. The two boys stared at each other for a while, Harry smiling nervously and Draco smirking knowingly.
"But," Harry began, "I don't understand. Since when did you, of all people, swing that way? At school you were always with girls!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "When you say always, you mean all the times you saw me, yes?"
"And how often did you see me, Potter? Were you ever around in my common room? Did you ever see what happened in my dormitory?"
Realisation dawned on Harry. "Ohhh. So you... you've been with... you're not a..."
"Yes," Draco said quickly. "I've been with guys as well as girls, and no, I'm not a virgin. Which makes this all the more difficult."
"Makes what difficult? Why?" Harry asked, perplexed.
Draco hooked his fingers under a belt loop on Harry's trousers and pulled him forwards. "Because I've wanted to take you for so long," the blonde boy all but growled. "Seeing you at school yet not being able to have you was torture, so I settled for hating you and fucking everything in my path. Now, though... potentially there's nothing holding me back from doing as I please, but for the fact that you're a virgin. I don't know what that would mean for you."
Harry's eyes widened comically. Damn it, why had he told Draco about his experience earlier? "I... uh... I..." He felt thoroughly embarrassed as well as feeling a little immature. He'd always prouded himself on being a virgin, but now with Draco... the blonde git was making him wish he'd given up his innocence a long time ago, for just one night of sin. He was so curious as to what Draco could give him...
Wait, Harry thought to himself quickly. I can't be thinking of having sex with Malfoy, can I?
"Potter? Anyone home? Potter!" Draco snapped his fingers in front of Harry's face, trying to gain his attention. Immediately Harry broke out of his thoughts and focused on Draco.
"What do you want from me?" Draco asked, his voice a little softer. "What do you really want? Just say the word and I'll make you live again." Here Draco paused as he placed his hands on Harry's hips. He then leant his face in closer to Harry's so Harry could see every insignificant detail in the bright silver eyes. "Your first time will be unforgettable," the boy breathed. "I'll make you feel so good."
Harry swallowed nervously. What did he want from Draco? He knew he could never have a relationship with the boy; Draco wasn't that kind of person. He also couldn't begin to think about what would happen after this evening; would Draco leave him once he'd had his fun? Panic suddenly overwhelmed Harry. Was that what this evening had all been about? Draco getting some action? It certainly made sense... And it had been so easy for the blonde; he'd just said some words, persuaded Harry to join him in the club... he'd even sucked Harry off from sheer Slytherin cunning. And what was the boy's reasoning? To help Harry live a little. A Slytherin helping a Gryffindor. Draco Malfoy helping Harry Potter... it just didn't happen. Harry couldn't believe how blind he'd been, but then again, Draco had poisoned his thoughts with alcohol.
"Draco, I..." Harry faltered before coming to a hasty decision. "I need to go home. Tonight was a mistake. I don't want to be a cheap lay for you, nor something to mess around with. Goodnight." He turned away swiftly, missing Draco's shocked expression. He fought his way through the masses of dancing bodies and, very distantly, heard Malfoy's voice calling his name, but he strived to ignore it. However, just as Harry was reaching the end of the dance floor he felt some long, chunky fingers wrap around his wrist.
"Harry! I missed you!" Harry looked round to find his Muggle dance partner, Jake. He held in his sigh of exasperation.
"Sorry, Jake, I was just leaving," he said while attempting to tug his arm out of the man's grip. "I'll catch you later."
"Just wait a moment, would you?" the man persisted. "Who was the pretty bloke you went off with?"
"He was..." Harry thought; what was Draco to him? A friend? Lover? Acquaintance? Enemy? "No one. He was no one. So, if that's all I'll just..." He shuffled away but was instantly pulled back so he was almost nose to nose with Jake. Now Harry could smell the rancid alcohol on the man's breath; he'd obviously had more to drink.
"Come with me, there's a nice little corner upstairs. It's practically all shadow, perfect for doing unmentionable things in." He winked clumsily and Harry grimaced.
"If you want someone to mess around with ask someone else," Harry said firmly.
"But I wanted to mess around with you, Har," Jake slurred, and Harry cringed at the familiar tone in which Jake had spoken his suddenly made-up nickname in.
"No, I'm really not looking for that this evening. I just want to go home," he stressed.
"Then I'll walk you home."
Harry felt like pulling his hair out in frustration. "No, it's fine," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm perfectly capable of walking home myself."
He pulled away from Jake roughly and made for the exit of the club. When he finally made it outside he growled; of course, it had to be raining. He rubbed his face wearily before looking left and right up the high street to see if any Muggles would notice him Disapparating. Unfortunately there was a group of girls and boys smoking and drinking under a shelter nearby, so Harry began the search for a dark alleyway where he could get away safely.
However, just as he'd found an alley to use and was about to slink away into it, he felt two large hands on his hips.
"Wha–?" He craned his head back to find – he groaned in frustration – Jake. At this moment in time Harry wasn't in the best of moods, especially after coming to his senses and realising Draco only wanted him for a quick fuck or to brag that he'd taken Harry Potter's virginity. So now, after seeing Jake again when he wasn't wanted, Harry didn't bother to hide his anger.
"For fucks sake, Jake, leave me alone!" he growled, and tore away from the man's grip. Nonetheless, as soon as he was just about to take another step forward, he felt himself being shoved forwards into the sheltered alley he was going to use to Disapparate in. "Jake? What are you doing?"
"I really want a fuck tonight," the man breathed as he pushed Harry roughly against the wall.
"Then find someone else!" Harry stressed. "Why me?"
"Oh, c'mon, you can give up the tease-act now, I know you were just playing hard to get."
Harry couldn't believe his ears. What signs had he been sending out tonight? Typical, he thought. The one time where I'm not looking for a date I get two horny guys after me.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I can safely say, I haven't been playing anything with you," he said candidly. "I meant it when I didn't want to do anything tonight."
But Jake appeared to have not heard, for his mouth had just pressed two bruising bites to Harry's neck.
"OUCH!" Harry yelped. "What the hell? Jake, get off me!" He pushed and shoved, but his attempts were futile.
"Mmm, you like to play the innocent, helpless bitch, do you?" the man asked breathlessly. "I'm cool with that."
Harry's eyes widened; Jake still thought they were playing? Harry was scared now; what if Jake didn't stop? There was no way he could win against Jake's strength.
Harry tried a different approach to shouting. "Jake, please," he said softly, trying to hide the fear in his voice. "Please get off me."
"Oh, yeah," Jake murmured. "Beg again, it's hot."
All of a sudden Harry felt something long, large and hard pressing against his navel. He jumped violently and instantly started to buck the man off him before things got out of control. Unfortunately Jake seemed to have misinterpreted Harry's attempt at escape as eager thrusts.
"Mmm, that's it, baby, show me how much you want me."
"Stop!" screeched Harry as Jake shoved a cold, clammy hand under Harry's shirt.
"Harry," the man whispered in his ear, still oblivious to Harry's discomfort, "I want you to suck me off. Go down on me?"
"You're disgusting," Harry spat. "Now, let. Me. Go!"
He brought a leg up to the man's groin and felt his kneecap collide with the man's erection. Jake let out a cry of anguish and, for a split second his grip slackened on Harry. However, that split second was all Harry needed; he pushed Jake away and made for the exit of the alleyway, his breathing erratic.
"Get back here, slut!" Jake slurred from behind Harry, and suddenly Harry felt Jake's familiar grip round his arms again. "I wanna fuck your mouth!"
Harry cringed at the vile words and tried to wriggle out of the man's grip. Jake's hands were now upon his shoulders, pushing his body down so hard that Harry was forced to bend his knees if he didn't want them broken. He ended up kneeling on the floor, one of Jake's hands fisted in his hair.
"I didn't want to force you, Harry, but you're so sexy. I just can't get the image of your mouth round my dick out of my head."
Harry thrashed his head from side to side and yanked on Jake's arm, but got nowhere.
"Jake, please," he tried again. "I'll call for help."
"You won't be able to, babe," Jake crooned. "My cock's gonna make sure of that."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," drawled a decipherable voice. Harry's eyes – which had been shut tight – snapped open to find Draco striding towards them through the narrow path.
"Draco!" Harry cried, feeling immensely relieved.
"Oh, it's 'Draco' now, is it?" Jake asked snidely. "A minute ago he was 'no one'!"
For a fraction of a second Harry thought Draco's step faltered, but the boy soon regained his pace and he didn't stop until he was standing directly above Harry and right next to Jake.
"Get off him. Now," Draco said coldly.
"Mmm, you're a pretty boy," Jake murmured, licking his lips. His hand fell from Harry's hair and Harry scrambled to get away. "I'll let him go if I can have y–"
But Jake didn't finish, for Draco had sent a stunning spell straight into the man's chest. He toppled over and landed with a resounding thud onto the cold hard floor. There was an awkward silence in the air as Harry and Draco stood opposite each other, the soft pattering of rain and the distant, deep bass sounds from the club the only sound audible.
Harry cleared his throat nervously, trying to think of something to say.
"D-Draco, I... uh... I..." He trailed off, unable to voice his thoughts.
"Don't worry about it," the blonde boy said impersonally. "Just go home before you draw any more unwanted attention."
Harry thought there was a second meaning behind those two words, and the things he said to Draco earlier seemed to ring in his ears. Something inside him was screaming at him to apologise to the boy. He came out of his thoughts just in time to see Draco leaving the alleyway.
"Draco!" he called, and ran to catch up with the boy. As he left the shelter of the alley, he realised the rain was coming down heavier now. "Draco, wait, please."
"Listen, Potter," Draco spat, turning round to face Harry. His eyes were fiery with anger and his lips were curled into a snarl. Already the rain had plastered the boy's blonde hair to his head. "I had a damn good mind to let that man take what he wanted from you. Maybe then you'd see that what he wanted and what I wanted were two completely different things. I'm insulted... no, disgraced that you would even insinuate that I would go so low as to trick or charm you into my bed." Harry opened his mouth to object, but Draco silenced him with a hand. "Next time you're about to be fucked raw in an alleyway, or have your gag reflex forcibly tested, I sure as well won't stand in your way."
The boy turned away swiftly and began his walk back towards the club. Harry felt his eyes well up with unwanted tears and he swallowed a sob. He clutched at his sopping wet hair despairingly.
"Draco, I'm sorry," Harry croaked from where he stood. The rain had seeped through his shirt and it was sticking to him, the feel of the material cool and damp on his torso. His glasses had also been affected by the rain, making his vision through the glass discs slightly blurred. "Please, don't go."
Surprisingly enough, Draco did stop. He turned his head to the side so Harry could see his profile. Water droplets fell from his nose, brow and chin and Harry wasn't sure if the dripping globules were that of rain or tears.
The blonde was silent for a good ten seconds or so before he finally spoke up.
"I forgive you," he muttered. "Now, I'm serious. Go home. I won't save you next time."
Harry ran to Draco's side before he could get away, his feet splashing in the puddles on the ground. He held Draco's arms desperately. "Please, wait. Let me explain." Draco sighed and his eyes were scanning his surroundings as though he was thoroughly bored by the proceedings. Harry heaved a breath and began his explanation. "About what I said earlier... I take it all back. I wasn't thinking and –"
"When do you ever think?" Draco quipped through a sneer.
Harry ignored this and continued. "I wasn't thinking and I let my drunken, paranoid mind speak. I've really enjoyed tonight; it's been one of the best evenings I've had in years and I realise I never thanked you for getting me into the club, so... thanks. And, loathe as I am to admit it, you really did make me feel alive. Now that I've felt that way I don't want to go back to being... me. I don't want to be alone any more." He took another deep, shaky breath before progressing. "I can see that you've changed since school and that, thinking back on it now, I understand that what I said earlier was rude, offensive and downright appalling. I can appreciate if you never want to see me again, but please just accept my apology sincerely now that I've explained myself."
Another silence ensued and Harry bit his lip, waiting for Draco's reaction. He knew the boy had already said that he'd forgiven him, but Harry would never have peace of mind until he'd apologised earnestly.
Draco rubbed his temples jadedly before saying slowly, "So where does this put us?"
Harry stared into the hoary eyes, surprise etched on his face. He'd expected Draco to just nod or say something Malfoy-like along the lines of 'I acknowledge your regret'. What the boy had actually said was the last thing Harry was anticipating.
"I... um... sorry?"
The corner of Draco's lip twitched.
"Deaf as well as dumb now, Potter?" But the venom in his tone was absent.
Harry blinked owlishly a few times before finding his voice again. "No, I just... I guess I'm surprised you're still open to having me around."
Draco chuckled unenthusiastically. "What can I say, you're not all that bad company."
A weak smile wavered on Harry lips. "So, um... do you want to... I mean... does that mean... are we going back in the club?"
"I suppose so, I intend to make the most of this evening," Draco simpered. "Just one last thing before we go inside."
"Kiss me," Draco said simply.
Harry was slightly taken aback by the command but figured he should oblige nonetheless.
"Um, right. Okay..."
He shuffled forwards, leant up slightly and pressed his lips to Draco's firmly and securely. In an instant Draco had deepened their kiss and their tongues were dancing together. Draco's hand had found its way into Harry's rain-wetted hair, and Harry was clutching at Draco's shirt as if it was a lifeline. The rain continued to pour, though it went unnoticed by the two boys. If Harry had the choice he wouldn't have parted with Draco until it was absolutely necessary, so he tried to hide his disappointment as Draco finally pulled away. They rested their foreheads against each other, both of them breathing heavily.
"C'mon," Draco murmured after some blissful seconds in silence. He stood up straight and held out his hand. "Let's get out of this awful weather. Allow me to escort you inside?"
Harry grinned and took the boy's hand happily, both of them forgetting about the stupefied man in the alley.
"What time does this place close?" Harry asked Draco, who was very much engrossed in grinding his body into Harry's. The hot air from the club had dried out their weather-beaten clothes in less than five minutes.
"Why, you're not thinking of leaving soon, are you?" he asked into Harry's ear. Harry shrugged, grinding back into Draco's solid body. "I believe it closes at five in the morning," Draco said casually. "Gonna stick it out until then?"
"Wait a minute, five? Five a.m.?" Harry exclaimed. "What's the time now?"
"Two," Draco said vaguely. He tugged at Harry's arms, whirling the shorter boy around so they were face to face. "We could stay for the next three hours, or," he pressed a not-quite-there kiss to Harry's jaw, "we could go back to my place, hmm?"
Harry squirmed at the hot breath on his neck, and he swallowed heavily as Draco's strong scent of cologne intoxicated the air around them.
"I d-don't mind," he stuttered.
"My place it is, then," Draco said merrily. "The fumes are getting to me in here anyway."
Harry nodded dreamily and took Draco's hand as they made their way out of the club.
"Are you sure you want to come back to mine?" Draco asked seriously when they were in a safe place to Apparate. "I can always take you home."
"No," Harry said firmly. "I'd like to go back with you. It'll make a change from spending the night alone."
The two boys smiled tentatively at each other, both of them rather red on the cheeks and, in an instant, the compressing feeling of Apparition was upon them.
Once they were both inside Malfoy Manor, Draco poured them both a sobering-up potion which they downed as quickly as possible due to the foul taste. They had then vacated to Draco's lounge where they slumped onto the large, white, cushiony sofa contentedly. For what must have been an hour or so, they spoke of everything and nothing, and Harry marvelled at how well they got along, considering there was no alcohol left in their system to boost their friendliness or confidence. At some point during their talks, Harry had ended up lying down on the sofa, his head resting on Draco's lap. At the moment the boy was absent-mindedly fiddling with Harry's ebony locks of hair as he retold the story of how he received the dark mark.
"... were all jeering and taunting, especially Bellatrix and Fenrir. They mainly made jibes about my disgrace of a father and how I was sure to fail just like him. At that moment in time I just wanted to prove to everyone how different I was to my father. Thinking back on it now I should have just turned to the light side to prove that." He sighed despondently and Harry raised a hand to caress the boy's cheek.
"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that," he whispered. "It must have been hard with all the expectations from your family and peers."
Draco snorted. "So must have been saving the world."
Harry laughed at that, quite sure that this was the first time he'd laughed at a joke based on his fore-told destiny.
"Yeah, I suppose that was pretty tricky too," he said offhandedly.
The two boys were silent for a second or so before they simultaneously burst out laughing.
"Ah, whoever thought we'd be laughing at this two and a half years ago?" Draco said once the laughter had ceased.
Harry chortled lightly. "I don't think any of us did," he agreed. He arched his back in a feline-like movement before sitting up to stretch.
"What's the t-t-t-time?" he asked through a yawn.
Draco glanced behind him at the old grandfather clock. "Nearly half three. You can't be tired surely?"
Harry shook his head determinedly. "No, I was just w-w-w-wondering," he said, another yawn interrupting his speech.
Draco chortled. "Sure," he said sarcastically. "Well I'm afraid I can't have you falling asleep on me yet, Potter."
"What? Why not?" Harry asked with a pout.
"Because I wouldn't be keeping my promise to make you live," Draco whispered in Harry's ear. "This night isn't over yet."
"It's not night anymore, it's morning," Harry pointed out.
"Hmm, good point," Draco said as he stood up. "Seeing as it's morning there's no need to get any sleep now then, is there?"
Harry seemed to be thinking to himself. "I guess not," he said with a shrug.
"Good, now follow me," Draco said brashly. Harry heaved himself off the sofa and followed Draco upstairs. After winding their way through lots of corridors, rooms and steps, they came to a stop outside a door.
"My room," Draco said quietly, his eyes gazing at Harry intently. Harry fidgeted under the scrutiny. "Harry, tell me honestly," the blonde boy started. "What do you want out of tonight?"
Harry worried his lip. "Um... well..." He paused. What did he want? After everything that had happened this evening he wasn't so sure. He knew Draco wanted to make him live again by his... bodily methods, but Harry had found that just by being with the boy he had found life again.
"Draco, I'm not sure," he said weakly. "At the moment all I want to do is... sit, and talk, and stuff." He could feel his cheeks burning. "I'm sorry if you were expecting anything else. I-it's just, I've never been with a... a guy before and this is all so new."
Draco was smiling, his eyes twinkling, and Harry realised he had never seen anything quite so beautiful in his life. "If that's what you want then sit and talk we shall," he said warmly. With that, he opened the door to his room and stepped inside, waiting for Harry to enter.
"Step into my lair, Mr Potter," Draco purred, which earned a snicker from Harry.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy," he replied. Hesitantly he took a few steps forward and took in the room he was now standing in. He let out a low whistle. "Woah," he breathed.
The room was lavishly decorated with white walls, a fluffy black rug which took up most of the floor, hiding most of the dark mahogany wooden planks of the floorboards. A large four-poster bed took up most of the room where low black curtains hung from the canopy. An elegant built-in wardrobe took up most of the wall space on the left side, whereas on the other side a cream-coloured chaise longue resided next to a wide bookshelf.
"I wouldn't call this a lair," was all Harry had to say.
Draco chuckled. "Perhaps you're right. Anyway, now that you've had time to gawp at my bedroom, would you like to change into something a little more comfortable?"
"I –" But before he could get a second word in, Draco had whipped out his wand and had put Harry in some swanky black pyjamas. They were made of the softest material Harry had ever felt and he couldn't hold in a smile at the luxurious feelings round his body.
"They're cashmere," Draco said proudly. "Comfiest fabric in the world." With another wave of his wand, Draco was in some similar pyjamas as well, though his were a deep navy colour.
The blonde boy sauntered over to his bed where he flopped down onto it carelessly, ignoring the rule his father had once told him: 'Malfoy's do not slouch nor slump, Draco. Remember that.'
Draco sighed in blissful freedom and closed his eyes before jumping slightly when he felt the bed dip beside him. He cracked open one eyelid and looked to the side to find Harry sitting, Indian-style, on the bed next to him.
"Hope you don't mind if I join you," he said quietly.
Draco smirked and sat up and leant against the headboard of the bed. "Not at all." He watched Harry for a while as the slighter boy picked at a thread on his pyjama shirt absently. He knew Harry didn't want to do anything intimate tonight but, by Merlin, the boy was hot. Draco eyed the red lips and recalled how good they had felt. He wanted to experience their warmth again.
"Harry," Draco said.
"Mmm?" Green eyes focused on silver ones.
"I want to kiss you," Draco stated straightforwardly. "I know you didn't want to do anything but... I really want to kiss you."
Harry eyed Draco from beneath his dark eyelashes; his cheekbones were an adorable light pink colour.
"I want to kiss you, too," he said softly.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "You do? But I thought – "
"I don't know why I said that," Harry said, seemingly exasperated with himself. "I don't know why I say half the things I do. I guess that's where my relationships have all gone wrong. I always say things I don't mean because I can't think of what else to say. I only said I didn't want to do anything like that because... well, I suppose I'm nervous. Sorry, I'm babbling now." Harry instantly shut up. Why the hell did he have to lose his composure in front of Draco like this? He was perfectly assertive and confident with Jake, but Draco... he just seemed to suck all the equanimity out from Harry's mind, leaving him a mindless, blundering, dim-witted fool.
"Harry," Draco said calmly. "Just be quiet for a moment. Listen; I won't pressurise you into doing anything you don't want to do. Just let me kiss you and we'll take it from there. Agreed?"
Harry nodded his head jerkily. "Agreed."
This was late because I've been busy with portfolio work and whatnot. Most of it's done now but I still have some other stuffs to do too.
I hope you enjoyed this?
Part 4 will be up soon(ish)