Cinderella

Chapter Five

The Ugly Duckling

Part II

Harry nipped Draco's lower lip tentatively, seeking entrance. The kiss deepened when Harry's tongue was free to explore the insides of Draco's hot mouth. He could taste traces of the Butterbeer Draco had drank.

Harry pulled away to look at Draco. He couldn't believe he was kissing Draco Malfoy, who had been his school rival since the day one. He knew that there had always been tension between them, and they had taken it out on each other, not realising it might develop to be other kind of tension.

Draco groaned, protesting as Harry's lips left his. He hold his breath, as seeing the intensity of Harry's gaze. Harry lifted his hand and ran a finger down from his cheek to his lips.

"I never dreamed that I would feel this way." Harry traced Draco's lower lip with his thumb.

"Hmph--" Draco never got the chance to say what he intended as Harry devoured his mouth again. He pushed Harry away when Harry's hand ventured under his shirt. "Harry!" he exclaimed.

"What are you, a virgin?" Harry smirked, raising a brow.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Would you listen to me for a moment? Haven't really had a chance to say anything yet."

"We have the whole night," Harry purred into his ear, nipping his earlobe playfully.

"Argh! Stop it!" He pushed Harry away again.

"What?" Harry asked innocently, his hand moving up and down Draco's thigh.

Draco slapped his hand away.

"All right, what is it?"

"We can't just . . . I just can't comprehend how you can go on like nothing happened. As if I was still Thomas." Draco looked Harry in the eye, accusing him of something, that was unclear even to him.

Harry sighed. "Look, I know this is confusing, but nothing has or will change the fact that I am falling for you, even before I knew your true identity. I can't ignore it because of who you are," he said, cupping Draco's cheek into his hand. "Besides, I couldn't deny you were hot despite how much I hated you." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I know no one can resist my radiating handsomeness."

"I would say you are more beautiful than handsome," Harry teased him.

Draco glared at him, but couldn't help from moaning in pleasure when Harry was attacking his neck.

"You are insatiable," he said as Harry's hands travelled again under his shirt pulling it over his head.

"Now that I really know you, I don't have to worry about finding out anything nasty about you, since I already know all your dirty secrets," Harry winked at him, leaving Draco gaping at him as he removed his trousers with one fluid move.

"What the hell?! They were my favourite ones!"

"You are terribly talkative when you shouldn't be."

Draco spluttered. "What?"

"Shut up, Draco," Harry commanded and yanked Draco underneath him, capturing his mouth into a heated kiss.

***

When Harry woke up, Draco had already dressed brushing his hair.

"What?" Draco caught Harry staring at him.

"I just thought . . . Never mind." Harry looked at Draco's head once more before sitting up.

"What? Can't I do my hair, is that it?"

"No, Love, it's just funny to see how you spend so much time doing it. I like it more when it's all tangled up."

"I bet you do and how would you know how much time I spend? You were sleeping, weren't you?"

"I have my ways." Harry smiled a knowing smile.

"Now that's ridiculous," Draco said, putting the brush down.

Harry smirked, following Draco into the kitchen.

"Can I ask something?"

"You already did, but I'll grant you another one."

Harry put out his tongue at Draco as he sat down at the table. "Were you going to call it off?" he asked, his voice suddenly serious.

"What?"

"The thing we had. You being Thomas and all." Harry was not a man of words and Draco smirked inwardly at the thought.

"You mean that would I have ended our relationship over guilt?"

"Yeah."

Draco doubted that was what Harry had meant at all, but he let it be. "Yes. I was thinking about it every day. I was in two minds about whether to leave you or not. On one hand, I wanted to tell you the truth, hoping that you would forgive me, but on the other hand, I thought it would be better to leave without telling you why, just disappear from your life. Leaving sounded better option and I'm sure that I would have chosen that if you hadn't found out."

"I too would have done the latter, but now I'm glad that you told me. I knew from the beginning that there was something odd about Thomas." Harry pulled Draco to stand between his legs. "You should have been seducing me as yourself from the beginning. Eventually I would have been your loyal sex slave."

Draco snorted. "Yeah, right. You would have ran screaming if I started molesting you."

"You can molest me anytime." Harry took Draco's hand, giving it a kiss on the palm.

Draco turned Harry's head upward, leaning down he kissed his lips softly. He stepped away, looking Harry in the eye. He caressed his cheek, watching Harry's expression carefully.

He waited to see a hint of hatred, malice or scorn in Harry's eyes, but he saw none of them. He sighed in relief.

Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask.

"You can go now," Draco said, turning around to make his way into the bedroom.

"What? Are you kicking me out?"

"I have to get to work and shouldn't you, too?"

"I . . . " he trailed off, glancing at his watch. "Oh, shit! I was supposed to be in a meeting ten minutes ago!"

Draco watched amused as Harry rushed around his flat gathering his clothes and other possessions.

"I have to go, Love." Harry kissed his cheek hastily before leaving. "Bye!"

Draco snorted, shaking his head.