The Apology

"Oi, Draco, wait!" Harry finally caught up to him, panting a bit.

"Yes Harry?" Draco said reluctantly, preparing himself for rejection.

"Er...about earlier..." Harry began. Draco inwardly cringed and frantically searched for a way to make this better. 'Well, arrogance always worked with the old Draco Malfoy', he thought.

"You liked it," he said, draping himself against a convenient piece of wall and glancing down his nose and giving his best 'proud pureblood of a thousand generations' look at the darker boy.

"Wha-No, that's not what-"

"You liked it," Draco repeated, praying it was true as he reached up to gracefully splay his fingers over Harry's mouth.

Harry wet his lips, tasting Draco.

"Of course I did, but why did you have to-" Harry stopped and looked puzzled. "Why are you bending your head that way? Does your neck hurt?"

Draco sighed. Obviously, hauteur had no effect on this boy. He would have to try the truth.

"I'm Sorry."

Harry looked up from where Draco was rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me Harry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- I should have warned, well, asked or told you before I-I didn't mean to," Draco mumbled, gazing at Harry's shoes, his sooty lashes covering his mutable dark eyes.

Harry reached up to his own mouth, twined their fingers, and took Draco's index finger slowly into his mouth.

"I really hope you did mean to..." Harry licked the underside of Draco's finger and sucked it in again, the whole digit this time, listening all the while to Draco's quickening breaths. Harry stepped forward.

"I mean-oh god," Draco gasped as Harry's tongue rubbed against his knuckle.

Draco took a shuddering breath and pulled his fingers back. Attempting to regain his demeanor, he said firmly "Harry, I was apologizing, please do pay attention?"

Harry just smiled at his tone.

"Look, since I've been-different, you know-helping you out, helping...our side out, I've tried to be honest. Mostly. With you, constantly. I like you, you like me, and I want it to stay that way, I didn't want to...take it too far before we were both ready and wanted it. But I did. I held you down and did...so I'm sorry, and I'm trying so hard not to-" Draco's voice broke, and he lowered his eyes, ashamed.

Harry's green eyes blazed and he took two more steps towards the wall, trapping Draco against it.

"Draco!" Harry said roughly, "I. Loved. It." His eyes caught Draco's and held them for what seemed like an eternity.

"Oh. Oh, good, I mean, of course you did." Draco straightened up, his old tone returning. "Harry-mph!" Draco sputtered as Harry slammed him against the wall and pinned Draco hands above his head. He writhed as Harry slowly leaned forward, pressing first his thighs, then his hips, then his chest against the blond boy. He tilted his head away and looked into Draco's eyes again.

"There was one thing I did have a problem with, actually," Harry said, censure in his voice. He leaned into Draco, tongue along the ear, along the jaw.

"Oh. Okay then," Draco sighed, slumping a bit. "You didn't-"

"Draco, why do you keep talking? I swear, whenever you're around me you speak like a complete idiot! Nothing but nonsense. The only thing I had a problem with is that you freaked out and left as soon as I came. You didn't stick around long enough for me to return the favor."

Harry watched Draco's face as realization dawned.

"Yes, you're brilliant Draco. God, it's like talking to a wall sometimes! Now do be quiet, I'm trying to do some work here!" Harry smiled and started kissing his way down Draco.