It Felt Right

Chapter 7

I know this much is true...

It was the beginning of a wonderful and incredible day for Draco and Harry, for their love had been found and no longer kept hidden from both of them. Draco was enjoying every single day of his life for the first time and any bad thoughts of what will happen to him when his father found out was left alone and perfectly not discussable. He restrained his will of kissing Harry since it was what Harry wanted. He knew himself that it was too early for them to commit themselves in sensual kisses and touches and Draco didn't want to force Harry. When the time was right, Harry will eventually come to him.

Harry, on the other hand, didn't mean what he said. The feeling of being scared was still inside him and it will take a lot of time to overcome it. He wanted to taste Draco in his mouth and savor the feeling in his mind, but the words of 'not ready' went off like a time bomb. Harry knew that Draco was not at all expecting that, but he didn't try to change his opinion either. He respected him. And that deepened Harry's love towards Draco.

After the hug that lasted for several minutes, Draco unwillingly released his arm from Harry. His shoulder was wet from Harry's tears, but he didn't mind it at all. Draco looked at Harry and slowly brought his hand up and played with his hair, from the fringe to tugging Harry's sideburn behind his ear. He then placed his palm on Harry's left cheek and stroked his eye, wiping his tears away. Harry, realizing that Draco was touching him tenderly brought his face up and his green eyes locked it self with the gray ones.

Harry then used his right sleeve to wipe his eyes. Draco took his hand back and stared at Harry with amusement. Everything Harry did, he wanted to do it for him. He almost snatched Harry's hand from the sleeve, but he still has his sanity.

"I'm fine," said Harry, putting his hand down. "You could stop staring at me now," continued Harry, too shy at being looked at by Draco that way.

Draco smirked and leant his body against the wall, his eyes on Harry. "I like staring at you," replied Draco. "Did you just notice that until now, Potter?"

Harry looked at Draco and made small coughs. Draco's reply made him shivered and he wanted to jump over at Draco and hugged him more, but he had to put that aside. He suddenly had the urge to know why Draco did all this. He needed an explanation.

"Why did you have to do all this?" asked Harry, really careful at his words.

Draco sighed. "Here we go again," replied Draco, his hands on the air.

"No, really. I see no point of what you have done," shot Harry back, his voice showed dissatisfaction. He looked at Draco who was staring at the floor.

"Do I need to go into details, Harry?" asked Draco, his face brought up. "It's so clear that I'm tired of waiting for your answer and I hated the feeling of not knowing what you feel about me. Am I wasting my time? I don't bloody know. So I had to do something!" said Draco, his eyes were tired.

"But, how did you know Ron has it?" asked Harry, waiting for a reply.

Draco straightened his posture once more. "Well, that was a coincidence," said Draco, smirking. "I saw that Weasley guy on Saturday at Hogsmeade, alone. He was eagerly reading it while walking and almost smashed himself to a pillar which was a disappointment to me when he avoided it in a nick of time." Draco sneered and looked at Harry. "I took back what was mine, Harry. I did nothing wrong."

Harry hated it, but it was true. Ron did not have any right of taking it in the first place.

"So you see this as your opportunity is it? Spying on me and all," asked Harry. "Polyjuice needs to be brewed for a month, Draco. You planned this from the beginning."

Draco grinned. "I thought you didn't pay attention to Professor Snape, Harry," replied Draco. "You impressed me again," drawled Draco, delaying his answer to Harry.

"Draco..."

"Harry..."

"Just give me my answer!"

"Fine! Yes, I planned it all the while! Happy?" replied Draco, uncomfortable with the yelling Harry did.

Harry was silent. Draco had been so patient with him, supplying him all the answers that he needed. He took a deep breath. Draco saw the sudden quietness as a sign that Harry was finished with the demanding questions. He took his steps towards Harry and looked deep inside Harry's eyes. There was another numb moment between them, but Draco finally let out his thought even though it might sound so determining.

"I want to kiss you, Harry," whispered Draco while touching Harry's smooth cheek on his hand, gently pulling Harry's face to his. Their breaths were so close now and it was making Harry's eyes heavy.

Harry stiffened and didn't say anything. His body was shaking and started sweating. He took a big gulped on his throat and slowly touched Draco's hand on his cheek.

"I- I'm not- not sure I can do that," replied Harry, bringing down Draco's hand to his side.

Draco's fantasies at that moment were broken off by Harry's reply. His gray eyes were wide opened and staring at Harry.

"I'm not ready, Draco," said Harry, looking at him with fear in his eyes.

Draco took a step backward slowly. "I understand," said Draco, hurt. He thought that Harry wanted to be caressed and loved by someone and that made Draco doubted his ability if he was ready to be that kind of man to do that. Harry needed someone who he could trust, but he was learning to be trustworthy for him. Was that not a big step for an enemy to come crossed to?

"Whenever you're ready. Whenever you're ready, Harry." That was all Draco could supply.

Harry was not sure if he heard it correctly of what Draco had said. He stared at Draco and he nodded. Harry felt appreciated and special and that influenced him to come closer to Draco and reach out his hand to him. Draco did not hesitate and almost immediately grabbed hold of Harry's hand.

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"Move over, Draco!" said Harry, poking him on his left thigh.

Draco was brought back from his memory and startled himself. "Wha-"

"Take the other seat, it's easier," replied Harry, holding a huge popcorn and large drink in both his hands. The movie they were about to watch was about to begin. Draco shifted his position and let Harry sat on his previous seat. It had been for two weeks that they dated and Draco terrifyingly found out that Harry was really into muggle movies. Draco had no choice, but to agree to it whenever Harry wanted to see it although he protested it several times, saying that there were better things to do other then watching that stupid play.

"Yeah? Like what? Making love?" replied Harry when Draco told him that.

"Hey! Don't tempt me," said Draco, his right eyebrow raised. Harry rolled his eyes and looked away. "Pervert."

"What did you call me?" asked Draco, ready for an argument.

"I said you are a perve-" stopped Harry as Draco grabbed him by the waist and brought the helpless boy to the ground.

"Get off me, Draco!" yelled Harry as Draco pinned him to the ground, his wrists were hold tightly by Draco.

"Now why would I do that?" asked Draco, smiling widely. "I'm what you said I am, remember?"

Harry was angry. He quietly brought his leg up and kneed Draco on his back, releasing him at once from the gripped. Draco fell to his side, his forehead on the ground while his hands reaching over to his back and started massaging it Harry did nothing to help, but laughed widely at Draco, his hands placed on his tummy and nearly stumbled over something. Draco was only looking at Harry and wanted to run after him, but he was in a mess. Harry's laughter lingered around his head and when he turned his head to his left, he saw Harry doing the exact same thing, only this time his hand was placed on top of his mouth.

"What?" asked Harry, giggling as he saw Draco looking at him instead of the play.

"It's not funny?" asked Harry again, his head turned from Draco, to the screen, and at Draco back.

Draco did not say a word, but kept watching him. "Oh, I get it," Harry said, nodding his head. "You are bored, right?" continued Harry, smiling.

Draco shook his head and spoke quietly. "Harry, my back is hurting me. Would you mind checking it out for me?" asked Draco, beginning to loosen up his tucked shirt from his black jeans, another brilliant idea of Harry for Draco to wear it.

Harry saw that Draco was serious. He brushed his hands on his pants and turned his body to look at it. Draco's pale but muscular body was slightly revealed in front of him and he tried desperately to control his thudding breath.

"Lower," said Draco, watching him from the corner of his eye.

Harry brushed his hand lower and that was when he felt something wet. He was unable to distinguish what it was for the place was dark and they were people surrounding them. To use his wand was hopeless since he did not bring it so he did what he had to. Harry's mind was telling him something that was not good and without thinking more, he placed the wet thing on the tip of his tongue. He tasted it again, and then with a shocked his mind sent him the result.

"It taste like...blood," said Harry, looking at his hand.

"What?" asked Draco, unable to hear Harry.

Harry brushed his hand again randomly and felt something resembled a deep cut inches from his backbone. He traced it with his finger and poked his finger deeper. Draco's head flown to the back and yelped.

'What is it, Harry?" asked Draco, making the hissing sound.

Harry took his hand back soaked with wet sticky liquid and replied, "You are hurt, Draco." Alarmingly he looked at Draco and continued, "You've been...you've been stabbed."

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Hermione was having a hard time coping with the homework. She had offered Harry her help to do the essay given by Professor McGonagall the day after he was released from the hospital. Harry ignored her all day, but Hermione began to turn aggressive and snapped the parchment from Harry. Harry was stunned, but able to catch the other end of the parchment and both of them started doing the forward and backward movement.

"Let me do it, Harry!" said Hermione, pulling the parchment.

"It's okay, Hermione! I'm not stupid, I just got hurt!" replied Harry, pulling the parchment. His right foot was placed in front of him.

"I know that," said Hermione, her lips crooked. "I'm trying to make it up to you here," continued Hermione, reminding Harry of the accident.

"Never you mind about that. It's not your fault!" said Harry, his hands burning. "So would you please give me my parchment back?" asked Harry, worn out.

That was when Ron, who was watching them from the corner, obviously have had enough of the shouting and yelling, brought out his wand.

"Accio parchment!"

It sent both of them to the other end of the room, crashing onto the chairs. The parchment was now in Ron's hand and smilingly he looked at them. "I actually memorize that, you know?

Hermione pushed the chair away, stood up and brushed her robe. "I'm thrilled," said Hermione, rolling her eyes.

Harry stood up and did the same thing as Hermione. He looked at Ron and smiled. "That's an improvement," said Harry. "I'll take that, thank you," continued Harry and walked towards Ron.

But, instead of giving Harry the parchment back, he held it high above his head. Harry stopped and looked puzzlingly at him.

"After all you two ever did from morning until night, beating each other's brain out," said Ron, shaking his head. "And Hermione, you shocked me!" continued Ron, a hand on his chest.

"Get to the point, Ron," protested Hermione, not used to being mocked by Ron. She rolled her eyes and looked at Harry that was smiling at her.

Ron sighed and brought his hand back. "Ah-ah," said Ron as Harry tried to take it from him. He opened the parchment and read the halfway written essay by Harry. He rolled it back and said, "This spells F, Harry."

"Oh, and you could do better than me?" replied Harry, his hand on the waist.

"No, not really, but I see the solution in front of you," said Ron. Harry looked in front of him and saw Hermione, eyes wide. "Only if Hermione helped me out with my homework too."

"What?" asked Hermione, her smile faded. "Get a life, Ron. Threatening is so like old fashion. Build a time machine and treat your self to the knowledge of crime and jail and see what happened in June," continued Hermione, her arms crossed on the chest.

"I know one thing though," giggled Harry towards Hermione. "If I have a time machine, I'd tell your parents about birth control." Ron and Harry broke into hysterical laughter and they managed to give a strong high five.

"I'm flattered," said Hermione, faking a light smile. "You two are pretty screwed up, you know!" continued Hermione, slamming her body to the chair.

"So we have a deal then?" asked Ron, walking towards Hermione. "Lighten up, Hermione. Harry was just joking, besides, I will be in debt if you do this."

"Is that suppose to be chilling me?" asked Hermione, looking into Ron's eyes. Ron grinned and hand out the parchment to Hermione. "At least Harry agrees with me."

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"Why do you have to be so stubborn, Potter!"

"I am not stubborn!" shouted Harry, and slamming the desk with his right fist. The banging sound echoed for a while inside the room before it disappeared. Harry walked quickly to the end of the empty classroom and dragged one of the chairs where he sat, his gaze outside the window.

Draco took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulder. They had been discussing the matter about not seeing each other until the problem was settled between Draco and his father. It might take several days, months or years and the thought of that scared Harry. Draco looked at Harry who tried violently to avoid his stare and spoke.

"I am doing this for both our sake. I don't want you to have to see me like this and endure the pain. I hate looking at that pain expression on your face each time I see you."

Harry, who had his hand on his forehead, was stunned at Draco's explanation that his eyes almost instantly filled with tears. He brought his face up and focused it on Draco.

"Pain expression? Look who's talking?" asked Harry, holding back his eye drops.

"Get to the point, Harry," demanded Draco, seriously.

"Well, Malfoy! My pain expression has been there since the day my parents died and to make things worst, I find you entertaining yourself by torturing me, Ron and Hermione when I came here. So, now you tell me Malfoy, if I will ever have the opportunity to distinguish this pain expression on my face and heal the pain of being ignored by you!"

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"This feeling won't go away. You won't have to be in front of me to really feel the love connection, Potter. Nothing is going to change my love for you."

There was sadness in that tone. The tone showed as if Draco was about to take things into his own destiny even though death lies in his path.

"Please, don't send me away, Draco. I'm here to help you go through this." Harry stood up and came forward towards Draco who was standing at the front of the room. The place was dark and Harry could only see half of Draco's tall figure.

"This is not where you belong," said Draco, gently, taking hold of Harry's hand when Harry held them out to him. Harry shook his head, indicating protest, but Draco ignored it and started pulling Harry near him. "And I'm capable of handling this matter by myself. I've lived with that father of mine for ages, Harry," continued Draco, making sure that Harry understand every word he said.

Harry was so mad when he heard about Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, a loyal Death Eater of Lord Voldermort, confessing to him without guilty that he was the one who put an 'Obliviate' curse that could modify a muggle's memory, and ordered him to find and stab Draco, his only heir, on the back. Remembering that moment, Harry shoved Draco back and looked at him with hatred ranging in his heart.

"This so inappropriate of you! I mean, we should be together for better or for worst and in case you have lost time, your cut will not be the end of it. Your father will do nothing to stop this from-"

"What?" asked Draco, aware of the abrupt halt.

"Oh, I get it."

"What? What do you mean you get it?"

"You're scared for yourself, isn't it, Malfoy?"

"What are you talking about, Harry?" asked Draco, his eyebrows brought together.

Harry took a deep breath this time and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"You were damn sure your father would not stop at nothing to break this bond we are having and you think the best way to save yourself is by getting away from me and imagine that we actually did not exist."

Draco was not shocked to hear this, in fact he had been waiting for Harry to ask him that. Harry was always so predictable.

"Once again, it is all about me, isn't Harry?" asked Draco, smirking.

"The story really goes that way," Harry snorted.

There was silence between them and Harry was actually scared of what Draco would reply. Maybe Draco would answer 'yes' and that would mean the end of his life, but if Draco said 'no'...

"Well, it is not!" replied Draco, confidently.

There was hope for both of them. Harry looked at Draco, but something in his heart said that he needed more than just a simple answer, but he had forgotten that there are limits to ones patience.

"You're lying."

Draco's smirk faded and his heart sank.

"I don't want to force you to believe in me, Potter. We had been together for months now and I'm perfectly sure that it was enough time for you to see that I never lied to you about my feelings, my touches, my embraces and my word for you Potter-that I will never let anything happen to you."

Draco took a step forward and whispered. "I keep my words alive and I could never forget that."

Harry was speechless. He didn't mean to hurt Draco's feelings, but merely to see how far Draco would stand in his ground for their love.

"I-I..."

"That's enough, Harry. I'm tired."

"But..."

"I'll see you in the morning," said Draco, taking his bag that he left on the floor, at the corner of the door. He came forward at Harry and kissed him at his forehead, lingering for a while where Harry could feel Draco's warm breath at the spot where his scar lied. Then, Draco moved away.

"Have a pleasant dream, Harry."

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