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Title: Hey There Draco Chapter 7
Chapter Title: Kiss Kiss, Fall in Love
Author: Ruby13b
Summary: Set in the summer after fifth year. Draco and Harry are thrown together by chance and what starts off as morbid curiosity transforms into an adventure that neither of them will ever forget.
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Violence.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone reading this story! Thanks to M!

This is a Harry/Draco fanfiction, meaning boy/boy. If you don't like don't read! You have been warned!

Harry woke up slightly disoriented and confused. He vaguely recalled the events of the previous day. All right, he could admit that using his invisibility cloak to follow the Order had not been his most brilliant idea. Then again, sitting at home wasn’t getting him anywhere. He was sick of being treated like a child. But it seemed no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he never got told what he wanted to know. That’s why Harry had decided to take matters into his own hands. That’s why he had followed the Order. Though, his being there hadn’t made any difference. Harry hadn’t discovered anything new. He was in the exact same place he’d started from. It was early in the morning. The sun had not fully risen and the bedroom was full of an orangey hue. Harry’s head felt so heavy, and his whole entire torso burned as if there was a scorching fire inside of him. Damn. Harry didn’t know what kind of curse he’d been hit with, but whatever it was, it hurt like hell!

Sighing, Harry rolled over onto his side and came face to face with a head of blond hair. Draco was on his side facing him, his face tucked under the blanket and his hair falling over his eyes. Harry felt his face growing hot. Draco Malfoy was in his bed. Draco Malfoy was asleep in his bed. What in the world was he doing there? Harry didn’t know what he ought to do. He was too weak to get out of bed by himself. Still, there was a part of him that really just wanted to stay. Though, he had never shared a bed like this with anyone in his life. Why was Draco even in his bed? Harry squinted as he tried to recall the past night. Harry could indistinctly recall Draco coming into the room and then he saw Draco standing by his bed and then— Harry gasped and then quickly covered his mouth. Draco didn’t stir. Harry let out a breath of relief. Harry had been the one to pull Draco onto the bed. Why had he done that? And why had Draco actually stayed? Why was he still there? Could it possibly mean that he--?

Harry shook his head. He really didn’t want to finish that thought. It wasn’t a bad thing. He didn’t think it was a bad thing, really. However, Harry didn’t know if they were ready for something more to happen. He wanted to be ready, he truly did. Harry cocked his head as Draco sighed in his sleep. Harry relaxed and inched closer to Draco, lightly resting his forehead against the sleeping boy’s.

Harry just needed to stop thinking. Everything was going to be okay. With that comforting thought swimming in his mind, Harry drifted back off into sleep.

                                                               ~~~

Someone was singing. Was he sleeping? Was this a dream? Harry opened his eyes slowly. The voice was coming from somewhere in the room. Harry tried to lift his head up to find the source but found that his head was far too heavy. In fact, it hurt more than it had the first time he had woken. The voice was still singing. It was the most beautiful song Harry had ever heard. Harry was unable to make out the words, but the melody was so soothing, almost like a lullaby. There was also such sorrow and doubt laced into the voice that Harry had a sincere desire to comfort whoever it was.

Harry felt himself grow weak with exhaustion, and keeping his eyes from shutting was proving to be quite difficult. Harry yawned as his eyes began to shut. He would have liked to stay awake and listen to the rest of the song. As Harry fell into sleep again he could have sworn he heard the voice sing:

Everything I do, I do for you…

                                                            ~~~

Draco sat on the window sill, his elbow resting on his knee, his chin in his palm as he looked dully out the window. Harry had been sleeping for nearly ten hours now and it was already past midday. When was he going to wake up? Draco glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye and then went back to looking out the window. And Draco had thought the day before was torture. Well, if that was torture then this was hell. Harry just needed to wake up and get better! That was all there was to it.

Earlier in the day Ron and Hermione, and what must have been every other Weasley in the country, visited Harry. Fred and George only stayed long enough to make certain Harry was still in one piece before leaving, and Ginny had left mere minutes after the twins. Mrs. Weasley had been poking her head in every other hour to see if Harry was awake yet, but she never stuck around for more than a moment or two after that. Ron and Hermione had stayed the longest. They actually stayed for about an hour. Nobody spoke the entire time. Ron had ignored Draco completely, while Hermione kept throwing him anxious glances, but she never actually said anything. In the end, though, Draco was left alone with the sleeping Harry.

Draco tapped sullenly on the window with his finger. His newly uncovered feelings for Harry were putting such a burden on his heart, for there were several very conflicting emotions running through him at that moment. The first was the fear of being rejected. Draco had been hurt in the past by placing trust in others too freely. He was in no hurry to have past events reoccur. The second was the fear of actually being accepted. Draco had been on his own for so long, he found he didn’t know any other way to be. Alone, even though lonely, had proven to be safe. Alone, he had been able to make up his own rules and live in his own world. Draco wanted to be close, he truly did, but it frightened him. He was afraid of being hurt, again, and he was tired of being hurt. So really, Draco feared both rejection and acceptance. And there was nothing he could do about it, either way.

                                                      ~~~

Harry’s eyes began to flutter open, and the room slowly came into focus. Harry could hear the chirping of birds through the open window. His eyelids felt so heavy, and the room was starting to go blurry. Harry closed his eyes and then opened them again, trying to clear his vision. Draco’s face suddenly came into view.

“Harry,” Draco said softly.

Harry turned his head, saw Draco and smiled. “Draco,” he whispered. His voice was scratchy. Harry pulled himself up to lean against the headboard of the bed. Meanwhile, Draco was pouring him a glass of water from the pitcher on the nightstand. Harry wasn’t sure he really wanted to drink anything at the moment, but he allowed Draco to help him take a couple of sips, nonetheless.

“How are you feeling?” Draco asked, setting the glass down.

“Like leaving in a body bag wouldn’t be such a horrible thing,” Harry answered. Draco frowned. “It was a joke,” Harry said.

“I know,” Draco said. He was still frowning. “It just wasn’t very funny.”

“Well, I’ve never been good at telling jokes.”

“Harry!” Draco exclaimed. “Stop joking! Do you know what you put everyone through?” Harry stopped smiling. “Do you know how worried everyone was?”

Harry hung his head and found that he was unable to look at Draco. “What about you?” Harry asked.

“What do you mean?” Draco snapped.

“Were you worried, too?”

“Stupid prat,” Draco said, sighing. He sat down on Harry’s bed and placed a hand on Harry’s forearm. “Do you even have to ask?” Hearing Draco say that made him happy, although he knew that it shouldn’t. “You’re still in big trouble,” Draco informed him, sternly.

“I know.”

Harry looked up and gave Draco a little smile. Draco smiled back. Harry had always been a little intimidated by girls who weren’t Hermione or Ginny. They always made him so nervous. With Draco, there was none of that. Sure, he was still a little nervous, but he felt more excited than anything else. Being with Draco was as natural as to Harry as breathing. He couldn’t believe that he had gone his whole life without having these feelings before. He felt so happy that he had found something this wonderful, but at the same time, he was so scared that he was going to lose it. There were no words to describe how good it really felt, or how scary.

Acting purely on impulse, Harry grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him closer.

“Harry,” Draco said, shakily. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t really know,” Harry answered. He was shaking, too. Their mouths were mere centimeters apart. “But I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t think I do,” Draco breathed, closing his eyes. This was it. This was what he had been waiting for. Draco could hear his own heart pounding in his ears. Their lips would touch any second now.

They were suddenly interrupted by the door swinging open, and Mrs. Weasley bustled into the room, a tray in her hands. Draco hastily jumped away from Harry, a blush tinting his pale cheeks.

“I thought you might be awake, Harry dear,” Mrs. Weasley said, setting the tray down on the nightstand. “How are you feeling?”

“All right,” Harry mumbled. Why couldn’t she have waited just another minute or so? Then again, if she had, she might have caught them. That would have been entirely too mortifying. Harry glanced at Draco. He had his fingers over his lips and he appeared to be horrified. Was the thought of kissing him really so revolting for Draco? Harry averted his eyes to his hands, which were clasped in his lap. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

Mrs. Weasley straightened up and gave him a disapproving look. “There’s no need to put on that mournful face,” she said. “You’ll be better in no time. And you have Draco to keep you company until you are better. He hasn’t left your side.”

Draco dropped his hand away from his mouth and nodded. Draco hadn’t left his side? Could that mean that Draco liked him? Or was he just being nice? Harry nearly smacked himself. Draco Malfoy wasn’t ‘nice’. So it had to mean that Draco at least thought of him as a friend. That was a start.

“Now, I brought you some soup and I expect you to eat it,” Mrs. Weasley said, giving Harry a very stern look. Harry groaned. Eating wasn’t something he really wanted to do at the moment. He already felt sick enough without having anything in his stomach to throw up. “I brought you a bowl, as well,” Mrs. Weasley said, turning to Draco. “Skipping meals seems to be a bad habit of yours.” Draco blushed again and looked away.  “I’ll return later for the dishes. Stay quiet, dear, and get plenty of rest.” With that, Mrs. Weasley left.

Harry and Draco were left alone in the room.

“Hey, Draco?”

“What?” Draco asked, somewhat sharply.

“Did you hear someone singing this morning?” Harry questioned.

Draco looked away and shook his head. “No, I didn’t hear anything.”

“Are you sure?” Harry really wanted to find the person who had been singing. He didn’t know why it was so important to him, but it was.

Draco gave him a very worried look. “You must have hit your head pretty hard,” he said.

“I didn’t hit my head,” Harry told him, thinking back to the previous day. No, he was almost sure he hadn’t.

“I don’t know how you expect to explain your sudden hallucinations, then,” Draco said, simply.

“I’m not having hallucinations!” Harry all but yelled. He then looked away, his cheeks red. “It must have just been a dream.”

Draco sighed and nodded, but he didn’t say anything. Harry couldn’t believe that Draco was acting as though nothing had happened between them. Well, in truth, nothing actually had happened, but if they hadn’t been interrupted, it would have. Harry wondered what it would have felt like. Draco’s lips looked so soft. Maybe they felt soft, too. Harry had kissed Cho Chang, but that had been ages ago and he couldn’t really remember what it had felt like. Harry shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking about kissing.

Harry watched Draco as he walked over to the tray of food on the nightstand. “You don’t want to eat this, do you?” he asked.

“Not really,” Harry muttered. It was true; he didn’t feel well enough to eat anything.

“I’m not hungry, either,” Draco said. He hoisted himself back up to sit on the window sill. Saying nothing more, Draco proceeded to look out the window.

Harry suddenly felt that he would rather still be asleep if this was the way Draco intended on treating him.

“Errr, Draco?”

“What is it now?” Draco asked wearily. He was too tired to handle much more.

“Have you been able to find anything on Necromancy?”

“No,” Draco said, shortly. “I didn’t do anything at all yesterday.”

Harry was confused by Draco’s sudden coldness. Was it something he’d said? Harry just couldn’t figure it out. Harry didn’t want Draco to hate him. Draco didn’t hate him, did he?

“Errr, Draco?” Harry repeated.

“What?!” Draco snapped.

Harry gulped. “What’s the matter?” Harry asked. He abruptly felt a stupid need to cry and hoped against hope that he didn’t. He didn’t want the first time he’d cried in so long to be in front of Draco. “Did I do something wrong?”

Draco didn’t answer right away. He went back to staring out the window. He looked so very tired. “You don’t understand, do you?” he said quietly.

What?

“What’s that supposed to mean? Was it something I said?” Harry asked, utterly bewildered. Draco didn’t say anything. “Draco! Talk to me, please!”

“What do you want me to say?” Draco shouted, causing Harry to start. “You made yourself perfectly clear.”

“Don’t yell at me, Draco,” Harry said as forcefully as he could. However in his condition he wasn’t able to be very forceful. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Please don’t insult me by playing innocent,” Draco said, a little too calmly. He jumped down from the window sill and headed toward the door.

“Hang on,” Harry said. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t feel like talking to you right now, Potter,” Draco said, coldly. “Please kindly leave me alone.”

Draco slammed the door behind him, leaving Harry alone wondering what the hell had just happened.

                                                          ~~~

By early evening, Harry was feeling well enough to brave going downstairs, being scolded by the adults and spending some time with his friends. He knew that they all were probably worried sick about him by this time. Harry had not seen Draco since their argument, and the guilt that was welling up inside of him was almost too much to bear. Harry had no idea what he wanted to say to Draco. What could he say? ‘Sorry. I’m an idiot. I love you.’ Harry didn’t think that would work very well. Not on Draco, at any rate. With Draco he had to choose what he said carefully and use the right words when he talked to him.

Harry hobbled down the stairs like an old man, clutching desperately to the railing with every step. Maybe going downstairs wasn’t such a good idea. But he was already halfway down. It would be easier to go the rest of the way down then try to go back up. Once Harry made it to the bottom, he limped the rest of the way to the kitchen and came face to face with what looked like most of the Order.

“Errr,” Harry said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Harry!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, jumping up from the table. “You ought to be in bed. What are you doing up?”

“Errr, I felt better,” Harry said. “I wanted to come downstairs.”

Mrs. Weasley made her way over to Harry, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. “I want you back upstairs in bed right this instant, young man!” she barked.

Harry winced but didn’t move. He looked around. “Have you seen Draco?”

“He wouldn’t be in here,” Snape answered, coolly. He gave Harry a look that would have frozen the sun. Harry winced again. He hadn’t even noticed that the potions professor was there. He wouldn’t have come into the kitchen if he’d know. It was a conflict with his avoid-Snape-at-all-costs policy.

Mrs. Weasley firmly put her hand on Harry’s shoulder and guided him out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Lupin and Tonks followed them. Just as Harry had suspected, Mrs. Weasley began to lecture him. Harry barely heard two words out of three as he was preoccupied with the look Professor Lupin had on his face. Harry had only seen that look one time before. It had been in his third year after Lupin had caught him sneaking out of Hogsmead. Lupin had confiscated the Marauders’ Map and told him that gambling his parent’s sacrifice for jokes was a poor way to repay them. Yes, Harry had never forgotten that. And seeing the same look on Lupin’s face told Harry one thing: he was dead.

Tonks, on the other hand, appeared to be ready to cry every time she looked at Harry. That also wasn’t a good thing. Harry felt a little guilt well up inside of him every time he thought about how Tonks was most likely feeling. Though really, Harry didn’t regret his actions in the slightest. If he hadn’t been there, Tonks would almost certainly be dead. The curse, while it only snagged Harry slightly, would have hit her dead on. No, Harry wasn’t sorry she wasn’t dead.

Mrs. Weasley’s lecture had ended, and now it was time for Lupin to add whatever it was he was going to say. Harry braced himself for the onslaught of disappointment Lupin was about to bring his way.

“I’m very disappointed in you, Harry,” was all Lupin said.

Harry was shocked into stillness. That was it? The lack of words was probably not a good thing. Harry looked at Lupin, who was strategically avoiding his eyes.

“Go on, Harry,” Tonks said, trying to smile. “Your friends must be waiting for you.”

With nothing more, the three adults turned and went back into the kitchen, closing the door behind them. Harry now felt even more guilt than he had before. And the fact that Lupin had been so composed frightened Harry. Lupin’s anger was most likely beyond normal emotions.

Harry hobbled away from the kitchen and into the living room, where he assumed the rest of the kids were. In truth, though, Harry didn’t know if he really wanted to see them. It would be all tears and worry from Hermione (and possibly Ginny), and all high fives and gloating from the twins and Ron. Draco had already given Harry a piece of his mind and Harry was now a little intimidated by him.

Shaking his head, Harry opened the door to the living room and stepped inside. He was immediately pummeled by several people rushing towards him and hugging him so tightly thst he found find it a little difficult to breathe.

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed through her tears. Yes, Harry had been right in assuming she’d cry. “Are you all right?”

“We were so worried,” Ginny added.

“Good to see you, mate,” Ron said, clapping him on his shoulder, causing Harry to wince a little out of pain.

“Step back now, let the man have some air,” said Fred. “Leave him alive. He’s had a busy day.”

“Dodged the fire again, didn’t you,” George said. “The doomed boy-who-refuses-to-complete-his-destiny.” George shook his head as if he was deeply ashamed. “You’re going to have to die one of these days, Harry.”

“Ah, yes, it is written in the stars,” Fred added, doing an uncanny impression of Professor Trelawney. “For the honor of a hero is not in the living but in the dying.”

“That, and we have money on you that you’ll croak soon,” George stated simply.

“Shut it!” Ginny snapped. She obviously thought that what the twins were saying would upset Harry. Though really, Harry wasn’t put off by them at all. In fact, Harry was rather grateful that the twins could see such light in the horrid situation. Harry had also been watching Draco, who was sitting in one of the corners of the room. He hadn’t even acknowledged Harry’s arrival.

Hermione seemed to have noticed what Harry was looking at for she squeezed his arm a little and said, “He’s just been sitting there for hours. He doesn’t say anything.”

“Did you have a row or something?” Ginny asked.

“Poor melancholy Malfoy,” Fred said dramatically, taking George’s hand and placing it over his own heart. George gave a huge sigh, throwing back his head. “Depressed again, he is.”

“Whatever will become of our eccentric antihero?” George said, sighing again.

At that, Draco got up from his corner and walked right over to the twins. “I’ll tell you what will become of him,” Draco said. “He’ll be arrested and thrown into Azkaban for the murder of a couple of meddling clown brothers!”

“Draco!” Harry exclaimed. That was pushing it, though the twins didn’t seem upset at all. In fact they looked excited. If Draco said that to get Harry’s attention, it had worked.

“Hmmm?” Draco answered, somewhat cheekily. Yes, Draco Malfoy was asking for it.

“Come with me.”

Harry grabbed Draco by the back of his shirt and dragged him out of the room and into a nearby linen closet in the hallway.

Draco smirked into the darkness. “I always knew you liked hiding in closets, Potter,” Draco said tauntingly. “Quite the closet case, aren’t we?”

“Shut up for two seconds, would you?” Harry said, exasperated. “I have something important to say to you that I’m not going to say in front of everyone else.”

Harry took a deep breath and was about to speak when it happened again. Harry felt that feeling. That desire, that absolute need to be closer to Draco. Draco apparently felt it too because he stopped smirking. Again, for the second time that day, Harry found that their mouths were mere centimeters apart. The slightest movement would cause their lips to meet. Harry could hear his own blood pounding in his ears. The closet door suddenly opened. Harry was certain that he probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Ginny simply stared at them for a moment. Sighing, she asked, “Should I be concerned about this?”

“No, not concerned at all,” Draco answered, leaving Harry’s side and walking past Ginny in the direction of his bedroom.

Ginny shook her head and then directed her attention back to Harry. “Harry?”

“I have no idea,” was all Harry could say before he followed after Draco.

                                                    ~~~

“What was that all about?” Harry asked, once he’d finally made it back to the bedroom. Going up the stairs had taken almost everything out of him. Harry dragged himself over to his bed and eased himself down on it. He looked over at Draco, who was on his own bed. “Well?”

“What am I to you?” All right, so Draco was going to answer a question with another question. Harry pulled himself up and hobbled his way over to Draco, sitting next to him. How could he explain something he wasn’t certain of, himself? “Am I just your researcher? Are you just using me?”

“No,” Harry said sincerely. “I would never use you.”

“You hurt me today, Harry,” Draco said in a voice that was barely audible. Unshed tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” Harry stuttered. He hadn’t meant to hurt Draco. He really hadn’t.

“I’m used to getting pushed aside,” Draco admitted. “I’m used to not being anyone’s most important person. But for once I’d like it to be all about me. I know that sounds selfish.”

“Well,” Harry said. “Love is selfish, sometimes.”

“Love?” Draco said the word as if it sickened him. “I believe love to be nothing more than premarital rubbish.”

“You’re wrong,” Harry told him. “Love is real. It may make us do stupid things at times, but it also is the most beautiful thing in the world.”

“Show me love,” Draco said, challengingly. “If you can show it to me, then do.”

Without any hesitation Harry leaned in and kissed Draco soundly on the mouth. Draco didn’t struggle or resist in any way, though he didn’t kiss Harry back. Harry closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of the Draco’s lips. He had been right in assuming they were soft. Even though he didn’t want to, Harry pulled out of the kiss.

“That wasn’t love,” Draco stated, simply. “That was a kiss.” Harry turned his head away, looking at anything but Draco. How could Draco just brush him off like that? Catching the rejected look on Harry’s face, Draco cupped Harry’s cheek with his hand, turning Harry back to look at him. “But please don’t misunderstand me; I want to be proven wrong,” Draco murmured. He then leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against Harry’s. That was all it was. Just a little contact before Draco sat back.

Well, that was a start. At this point Harry would take whatever he could get from Draco. And then, maybe, just maybe, Draco would open his heart to Harry even more. Harry could hope it would be that way, at least. Harry took Draco by the arm and pulled him forward, capturing his lips once more in a kiss. This time it was a little less polite, a little more heated. They both pulled back, gasping for breath. Draco smiled, Harry smiled back. As always, Harry had no idea what was going to happen next or where this relationship was going. But, Harry thought as he once again dived forward to kiss Draco, did having the answers really make a difference?