Draco came out of the shower, soaking wet, and a towel around his waist.
'Harry? What the!'
Turning bright red, Harry spun around and stared at the other wall humming.
"Um.. came to say.. uh.. Hi." Harry shifted. "So, what have you been doing lately?" Harry's eyes stayed determinedly on the wall, drifting to the left occasionally.
Draco walked into the bedroom, pulled on a few clothes, towelled his hair, put on some gel and combed it. Finally walking out, he replied 'Not much, looking after Mother and stuff. How about you?'
Biting his lip, not knowing what to say, Harry shifted his gaze downwards. Nothing much. Finally looking up, "Thinking about you mostly.
"So... how have you been sleeping lately?" Eternally shifting this way and that, Harry hoped he was being subtle...
'Subtle,' said Draco sarcastically. His voice then softened. 'Been sleeping crap, actually, why do you ask?'
Harry suddenly perked up. "Alone?... Uh... I mean." Suddenly, it seemed as if Draco was the most uninteresting thing in the world, as Harry glanced around the room looking for something to cling on to.
"Um... Yeah.. Have you been taking medication?"
'No, but I'm addicted to painkillers...'
Draco walked into the living room, and said idly 'Sit down.'
After a pause, he almost whispered 'Yes, alone.'
Harry frowned as he followed Draco to the living room. "I told you to stop taking those a year ago. I thought you had."
Looking at Draco, he remarked, "I'll go and get rid of those painkillers first. Now that you mentioned it, you do look like hell." Biting his lip, he caught Draco's sleeve and took his hand and brought it to his lips. "I missed you."
He walked quickly around the house in search of the devil painkillers, and proceeding in his purge.
Draco made some coffee whilst Harry got rid of his painkillers. He wanted to get up and argye, but he was just so tired. Sipping coffee, he waited for the caffeine to react and tried not to fall asleep.
When Harry returned, he gave him an evil look.
Harry grinned. He was surprised Draco didn't protest, but he wasn't about to argue against that. He drew closer and kissed Draco again, a light brushing of lips. He wanted to be back to where they were in the beginning. To the safety they had in the beginning.
Harry sighed, then grabbed Draco's coffee and downed it in one gulp.
Draco pulled Harry towards him again, thankful for the silence. He buried his head in Harry's chest, and hugged him tight.
Surprised at Draco's reaction (he was expecting more on the lines of: AH! CAFFEINE! GIVE IT BACK!) Harry pushed back to look at Draco. If he could. But Draco was hugging him too tight. Sighing, Harry relaxed into the embrace and pulled him closer. "Draco? What's wrong?"
'One: I have no more caffeine.
Two: I hate you.
Three: I missed you.
Four: You're a bitch.'
"Uh... ok? We could always get more coffee... and I will never leave you. Never again. But... the other two? I'm, I'm not a bitch!" Harry protested. He didn't want to think about the second point. He didn't want to go back to that again.
'You missed one out,' sulked Draco, pointing.
Slowly, he kissed Harry, and said softly 'Make me caffeine. Go on. Please?'
Absentmindedly, Harry summoned a cup of coffee on to the counter. The whole time kissing Draco back. Tongue sweeping his lips, discovering territory reclaimed. In between kisses he replied, "I really hope you mean the second one, especially if you're here kissing me."
Draco just murmured in reply. Moving his hands up and down Harry's back, he sighed softly.
Tearing himself away, Harry looked at Draco in the eyes. "You don't do you? You forgive me don't you? Please?" Nuzzling his nose unto Draco's neck he murmured, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
'I don't know. How sorry are you?' Draco smirked into Harry's eyes.
'Show me how sorry you are.'
Harry grinned mischieviously. "Yes master." Gently bending down to kiss Draco's lips again, Harry pulled Draco towards his bedroom. "Come on. We got a lot to catch up on."
Draco smiled, and let himself be led. 'IS that what you're calling it?' he asked, and lay down on the bed.
"Hm..." Harry replied. His mouth was busy on Draco's neck while his hands gently carressed every curve Draco possessed.
Draco unbuttoned his shirt, and then tried to unbutton Harry's, but with more aim this time. Pulling Harry down so they were touching in every place possible, he kissed Harry's neck tantalisingly.
Harry moaned. He missed this a lot. His hands grappled with his shirt buttons as he tried to tear off his shirt. He craved skin to skin contact. Rubbing against Draco, his hands moved to Draco's trousers.
Draco sighed softly, and arched his back, waiting for Harry to make the next move.
Hermione popped in to Draco's apartment.
"Draco? I need to talk to you! Where did you go?!" and proceeded to look around the flat for Draco.
Draco flopped onto the bed properly in shock. 'Shit!' he said, buttoning up his shirt as fast as he could manage, and sitting up, smoothing back his hair. 'Act like we're straight...' he said to Harry, only hakf-jokingly, as the door opened.
Hermione walked into the bedroom to meet up with a very flushed Draco, and a Harry sprawled haphazardly on the bed. Hiding a grin, she poked them, "Well, getting busy are we?"
Harry stuck his tongue out at Hermione. "You should knock before you come in. We were busy." His hand clutched Draco's.
Draco stroked his fingers gently, and sat up with perfect dignity.
'So what did you want?'
"Just checking in on you." Hermione retorted. "Mind you, if I'd known you guys were having a shag-a-thon, I wouldn't have came. So back together?"
'A shag-a-thon?' Draco face contorted with distaste. 'God, can't you find something a little less... harsh?'
He paused for a minute, before saying 'Fuck-fest, maybe?'
He then moved onto the second part of Hermione's sentence. 'Back together? I dunno... are we?' he asked, looking at Harry.
Hermione arched an eyebrow. "You didn't decide and are already shagging again?" She shook her head, "Boys."
Harry grinned at Draco. "Of course dear. Of course." He then wrinkled his nose at Hermione, "There. Happy now?" Before bending down to draw Draco into another kiss.
Draco grinned through the kiss, and hugged Harry tight.
'I might sleep better now,' he said.
Harry grinned back. "I'm really glad. Let's get some sleep now hm?" Harry completely disregarded Hermione and buried himself beneath the covers of the bed and dragged Draco with him.
Hermione gawked at this, then sighed. "I can tell when I'm not wanted you know." Then Apparated out.
Draco mumbled a sleepy 'bye' to Hermione before settling comfortably for something he hadn't had in a long time... a good sleep!
Harry used Draco to pull himself up. "Hey Hermione. Nice to see you too." He said drily. He would talk to Draco later.
Harry stunned by the loss of Draco, sprawled onto the bed in shock. Half of his brain was trying to process Hermione walking in, the other half was still on the words, "Act like we're straight."
Harry slowly climbed down Draco, hands moving everywhere.