A Little Did We Know

Author's notes: I know I know.. it was a long wait.. hopefully it was worth it:)

Chapter Seven

The house was quiet as Draco walked to the living-room. He saw that Harry had shut the TV and was still sitting on the couch.

He walked behind the couch and laid his hand on Harry's shoulder. "We have to talk," he said.

Harry glanced at Draco. "We sure do."

"Sit down on the floor," Draco said, patting Harry's shoulder.

"What? Why?"

"I'll give you a shoulder rub while we talk. No move!" he commanded, pushing Harry gently.

Harry dropped on the floor and Draco jumped over the back of the couch to sit behind him.

"You can start," Draco said, helping Harry to take off his shirt.

"Why me?!" Harry whined.

Draco grinned nervously, starting his task.

"Okay, fine." Harry relaxed, enjoying the treatment. "I don't know where to begin," he sighed.

"Tell me how you feel," Draco whispered into Harry's ear, an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He didn't know what Harry would tell him, and if it was what he was waiting for.

Harry coughed nervously. "I...I like you a lot." He squeezed his eyes shut. 'That was so cheesy, you idiot!'

"Is that all?" Draco asked, never stopping his massage.

"No!" Harry hurried to say. "I mean I would like us to be more than just working partners or friends or whatever you call this." Harry placed his hand over Draco's.

"I want you, Draco."

Draco's hands halted.

"Do you seriously mean it?" he whispered, looking at the back of Harry's head.

Harry spun around, pulling Draco to him.

"Yeah, I mean it." Harry's breath washed over Draco's face.

They stared each other's eyes as if trying to find out if the other one was telling the truth.

Draco licked his lips in anticipation. Harry's skin felt so tempting under his hands. Oh God, how he wanted to run his fingers across that muscular chest.

"How about you?" Harry asked, huskily.

"What?" Draco couldn't comprehend what Harry was saying.

"How do you feel, Draco?" Harry tightened his grip of Draco hand.

Draco bit his lip. "Do you even need to ask?" he said, closing the small gap between them.

~*****~

The morning sun washed over the living-room floor, touching a forgotten shirt and a pair of jeans. But the sun didn't reach the room where two men were sleeping peacefully in each other's arms. One of them stirred, lifting his head to look around to find out where he was and what the hell had happened.

Draco glanced the sleeping Harry besides him. 'I can't believe this is happening. Finally I got him where I've wanted him all along.' He hoped that Harry wasn't disappointed that they didn't have sex yet. He wanted to give this relationship some time to develop before moving forward on the next level.

Draco leaned down, placing light kisses on Harry's bare chest until Harry's arms surrounded him.

"Morning." Harry's sleepy, husky voice already turning him on.

Draco pushed his fingers into Harry's black mop of hair, kissing him with passion he had not felt right to show earlier.

"Vow, that wasn't the 'morning' I was waiting, but it'll do."

"Shut up, Potter," Draco said, grinning.

Harry looked with fascination the grinning Draco. He felt a warm feeling in his chest because he was the one to get that grin on Draco's face.

Draco lowered his head on Harry's chest, sighing deeply.

"Isn't it nice?" Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair lazily.

"What is? Draco asked, squeezing on of Harry's nipples.

"This...to be like this..." Harry said with some difficulties.

Draco grinned again. "Yeah." He snuggled closer to Harry, his morning erection coming in contact with Harry's thigh.

"Let me take care of that for you," Harry said, disappearing under the covers.

Author's notes: There's gonna be one chapter and an epilogue left... no more no less..