Bliss My Eyes

Bliss My Eyes

By Rae

Part Seven: Alone

That night, Draco finally sleeps. In the morning, though, he is anxious and worried again, pacing around the Slytherin common room while everyone has gone off to breakfast. He feels rested but still tired, but his mind is working overtime, whirling whirling with thoughts of Harry, who he hasn't seen - apart from in classes and at dinner- since lunchtime the day before. Still he has no appetite.

He feels a tap on his shoulder and spins around, but there is no one there.

Then, Harry's head appears and he gasps.

"I wanted to see you," Harry's head says, smiling impishly. "Is your room free?"

Draco can't seem to close his mouth or form a proper sentence. "How-"

"Snuck past someone leaving." Harry looks down at, well, looks like nothing but Draco assumes that it's Harry looking down at himself. "I love this cloak."

It occurs then to Draco that time is being wasted. "Come with me," he says firmly and leads Harry to his room. Harry covers his head against in case anyone is still in the dorms.

When they get there, Draco hears the door click shut behind him and then he watches at the cloak is discarded and Harry stands before him. He appears nervous, still in his pajamas, a tee shirt and baggy blue and black plaid pants.

There is a moment of shyness as each waits for the other to say something, but since neither is going to they rush at each other, gripping at one another's clothes and kissing kissing mouths moving together tongues darting and dancing no hesitancy this time, they are sure and desperate for closeness. Harry is holding on to Draco's pajama top roughly, gripping it and digging his nails into the other boy through the light material.

Eventually, though, the kisses become slow and sweet again, and this time Harry is the one to pull away. He looks at his now-boyfriend and thinks I want to know everything about him.

Draco looks at him in surprise, his eyes unsure, nervous about the sudden distance.

"What do you like to read?" Harry asks.

Draco laughs. Is he serious? Deciding to ignore him, he moves in for another kiss, but Harry puts a hand between them and repeats, "What do you like to read?"

The blond boy just stares. "Uh..." he says blankly. "What do you-"

"We should know about each other, shouldn't we? Otherwise this becomes just about kissing."

Draco smirks. "What's wrong with kissing?"

"Nothing," Harry replies with a roll of his eyes. He takes Draco's hand and leads him gently to the bed. Harry sits down and pulls Draco down as well, sitting Draco in front and wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's warm body. He rests his head on Draco's shoulder and says softly, "So stop smirking and tell me what you like."

No one has ever bothered to ask Draco what he's interested in. He reaches for Harry's hands and begins to gently tug on the other boy's fingers, curling his own thin hands around Harry's.

Harry adds, "And I doubt we have much time, given that Crabbe probably races through his breakfast like he's worried it'll disappear."

Smiling, Draco raises Harry's fingers to his lips and presses a kiss to them. "Good thing you have that cloak, then."

"Good thing."

***

Harry has been gone all day, dashing away with monosyllabic explanations after each class and meal, so Ron and Hermione are hanging out in Ron's room together. He's playing with a glittery red Etch-A-Sketch that Hermione got from her parents, frowning down at it as he tries to draw her a heart, with much difficulty.

The lines don't seem to want to curve at all.

She is trying to study but can't focus on the words in front of her, Harry's odd behavior over the past few days weighting heavily on her mind. Finally she looks up at Ron and says, trying to appear nonchalant, "Wonder where Harry is."

Ron looks up and over at her. She can see from his expression that he knows something, he's making one of his nervous faces. "What?" she demands as she watches him put the Etch-A-Sketch aside.

"Well," he says carefully. He pauses, thinking about how to put this. "I think that he's probably with Malfoy."

She looks shocked, red lips parted slightly and eyes widened. Ron had just said what, well, what he'd said as though they were chatting about the weather or a school assignment, not about Harry spending time with Draco Malfoy out of his own free will. And why would he be with Draco?

"I dreamt, a few nights back, about you and about Harry. He was with Draco, and I found them kissing in the hallway. And I yelled at him, screamed at him, I made an actual list of twenty reasons they shouldn't be together and challenged him to make a list of why they should be. And he just said, 'Well I love him Ron. And if you were any kind of a friend, that would be enough.' Then I was outside with you and we were talking, but I couldn't focus, because every time I looked at you all I saw my future with you, I saw us in love and us going on adventures with Harry and eventually, you know, kids and that. My mum really liked you, it was a bit scary."

He worries that she will freak out about Harry as she is watching him with a very somber expression on her face. But then she scrunches up her nose at him. "Kids? I hope you don't expect..."

"Yes, Mi, please get pregnant at sixteen. That would be lovely."

They laugh and she moves up onto the bed next to him. They are sitting close, she's almost in his lap, and when he looks at her it's just like in the dream, all he can see is them being together.

"What do you like about me?" she asks.

He reaches out and brushes a curl away from her forehead, tucks it behind her ear. "You. I mean, I don't know. Everything, I guess."

"Even-"

"Everything," he says and she thinks to herself You keep me from feeling lost. Ron nods because he knows.

Their hands tangle together lazily as she leans him and kisses him, and when their lips meet she also sees only Ron, not in the future but right then, and he is wonderful.