"Did you just meow?" Draco demanded.
"Yes," Harry said through giggles, "I thought it would be appropriate."
Draco rolled his eyes but kissed Harry's cheek.
"You're a silly, silly boy," Draco whispered.
"It's just because I'm so happy," Harry said, "I get kind of silly and giddy when I'm happy."
"Do I make you happy?" Draco asked quietly.
"Yes," Harry answered immediately, "Happier than I ever remember being."
Draco's arms tightened slightly around Harry. Harry smiled softly and snuggled into Draco's chest.
"Oi! Harry, did you finish that Potions essay?" Ron's voice called out, making Harry jump and twist violently.
Harry looked up from Draco to see Ron standing next to them a rather irritated look on his face.
"Er, yes," Harry answered, "Why?"
"'Mione won't give me hers to copy," Ron said, frowning, "Can I use yours?"
"Yeah, sure," Harry said, "It's in my trunk. I put it there so I wouldn't lose it."
"Thanks mate," Ron said, his frustrated look clearing slightly, "Oh, be careful with that leather."
Harry blushed as Ron tapped his own neck to demonstrate what he was talking about.
"Tends to rub a bit," Ron said.
With that he left, with no explanation as to how exactly he knew that.
"Your friends are weird," Draco chuckled.
Harry frowned at him.
"No weirder than you with your sadistic tendencies," Harry said.
Suddenly the world rolled around him and he found himself pinned to the ground. Draco's hands pressed into his wrists above his head and his hips trapped Harry's. Harry suddenly felt hot all over. He gasped slightly as Draco pressed his hips a little harder into him. Draco leaned down and put his lips right on Harry's ear.
"I may be sadistic," he whispered, "But you're masochistic, so you don't mind at all. Do you?"
Harry shuddered and shook his head, not trusting himself to speak.
"Tsk, tsk, Harry," Draco breathed into Harry's ear, "Speak when you're spoken to."
"I-I d-don't m-mind," Harry stuttered out.
"I didn't think so," Draco said, his voice husky.
Harry squirmed underneath Draco. Draco laughed slightly and pressed his lips to Harry's neck. Harry felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Draco hummed against his throat. Harry squeezed his eyes closed and took several deep breaths in an effort to calm himself. Draco's hand pulled at the shoulder of Harry's shirt and suddenly Harry felt hot pain in his shoulder. Draco growled slightly as he dug his teeth into Harry's skin. Harry's hands struggled against Draco's and his hips thrusted up involuntarily.
"Dr-dr-draccoo!" Harry gasped.
Draco pulled away and smirked down at Harry, who'd pried his eyes open when Draco left his shoulder.
"Like that, do you?" Draco said with a wicked grin.
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed breathlessly.
Draco laughed rather loudly and the sound sent shivers up and down Harry's spine. Draco leaned over and rolled off of Harry. Harry whimpered slightly, but didn't complain too much, because when Draco lay down next to him, he gripped Harry's right hand in his left. Harry smiled softly as they stared up at the clouds hand-in-hand. This was what life was supposed to be like, he decided. He glanced over at Draco and saw that the boy was staring up with a content smile on his face. This is definitely what life is supposed to be like, Harry thought as he looked at Draco fondly.
Draco didn't think he'd ever been so happy in his life. No one had ever really been there for him. He'd been alone most of his life with only a few people who he vaguely considered to be friends. He never would have guessed that he would find someone to be with like he now was with Harry. Sure, he'd had sex before, but he'd never really been with someone. Not in the sense that they loved him and wanted to be with him for a long time, maybe forever.
Draco glanced at Harry briefly. Harry was grinning up at the sky as though there was no bad in the world. Draco found himself smiling. He knew Harry wanted a forever with him. He didn't know if he would be able to provide that, but he sure as hell was going to try. Draco turned back to the sky and watched as the clouds drifted around lazily.
How long is forever anyway? He wondered. Did forever mean until they died? Or did it mean even after that? Could they be together after death? Draco had never really considered himself a "believer", but how could there not be something? His grip on Harry's hand tightened involuntarily. He suddenly realized that he never wanted to lose Harry. Sure, he had only been with Harry for what a day or two? But somehow he felt as though they just fit together. It was beyond the masochism and the sadism. It was beyond all the dominance and submissiveness. It was something inside them that fit together like heat and light. Like dark and cold. Something inside them just fit. They were two halves of a whole and Draco knew without a doubt that this was how things were supposed to be.
Somewhere deep in Draco's soul, something shifted. Something warm replaced the cold, bitterness that he'd held inside him for so long. It was as though he was suddenly thawing out, as he realized how perfect he fit to Harry. He could feel his soul turn to slush as the ice melted from the scorching heat of the love he felt for Harry. He gasped slightly and pressed a hand to his ribcage.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked, voice filled with concern.
Draco looked at him with watery eyes and smiled widely.
"Yes," he whispered, "I'm ok."
Harry smiled at him and pecked a kiss to his cheek. Draco continued staring at Harry as the not melted ice that had covered his soul, leaked out of his eyes. The more he cried, the better he felt. He felt as though all the bad was leaving, running away out of his eyes, and he was being filled with good, with love, with Harry. This was it. This was how it was really supposed to be.
Harry smiled at him softly and buried his face in Draco's chest. Draco threw his arms around Harry and squeezed, holding him tightly to his chest. The last of his thawed out ice left him and his insides warmed with happiness. He could feel his soul humming to life like a refrigerator as it turns back on. He could feel his magic swell inside him, becoming something it never could have on his own. But above all these things, he felt Harry's heart beat against his chest.
And that was the best feeling.
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