The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known (part 5)
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Draco was losing his entire mind.
He didn't know what the fuck Potter had been thinking when he'd held Draco's hands in his to warm them or let his lips brush over the tips of his fingers. He didn't know what he'd been thinking when he'd said yes.
The only thing he'd been able to think in that moment was that he wanted whatever Harry had wanted to give him. It was a stupid, pathetic crush and Draco was just sinking further and further into it with seemingly no way to get back out.
He was doomed.
To make matters even worse, Draco had agreed to go out dancing with Pansy, thinking the distraction might do him some good, only to realize that Harry had been invited along as well. Draco could scarcely stand the sight of him in his tight jeans that clung to his shapely arse and muscular thighs, or the strip of flesh between his tshirt and jeans that appeared when he put his arms over his head, or that tempting trail of dark hair that trailed down into his trousers.
How was he supposed to function?
Tearing himself away from the dance floor when the lure of touching the other man became too great to bear was the only option. He made his way over to the bar and ordered another drink.
"Hey," came a warm voice just to his right and behind him and he inwardly groaned. This had to be karma.
He turned to look over his shoulder, "Hey yourself," he said, eyes raking over Harry's body, taking in the heat of his bronze skin glistening with sweat, the way his body was loose and easy.
When his eyes met Harry's, he found that the other man was watching him intently, eyes bright. "Hi," he said again, voice a little breathless.
He felt his mouth curling up without his permission, "you've said that already," he said.
Harry laughed as he reached across the bar to accept a club soda. "Perhaps it bore repeating."
"Oh?" he asked, leaning back against the bar, his shirt parting and putting his collarbones on display.
Harry's eyes were drawn to the skin now on display and Draco wondered if it was possible that the other man found him as attractive as he found Harry.
"Are you day dreaming tonight?" he murmured, his voice dropping low without his permission.
His attention snapped back up and his eyes searched Draco's face, for what Draco wasn't entirely sure, before he took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
"Anything in particular?" he asked, licking his lower lip in anticipation.
Bringing his drink to his lips, Harry took a long swallow before taking a step closer.
Draco could feel the heat radiating off of the other man's body and his own pulse roared in his ears. It took every solitary ounce of restraint that he possessed not to lean forward and bring their bodies into sharp relief.
Leaning his head in, Harry put his mouth against Draco's ear, "Are you sure you want to know?"
He shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over his ear and neck, and nodded vigorously, barely stopping himself from pressing into him.
Harry hummed and the sound ripped through Draco, all the way through the pit of his stomach to his toes and fingers. "Tonight," Harry murmured, lips now brushing over Draco's ear, "I keep imagining a body pressed against mine."
A strangled whimper rose up Draco's throat, it was an image he'd imagined many times himself.
"I can't quite decide if I want his body in front of mine, arms around my neck while we grind on the dance floor, my thigh between his legs," he continued. "Or if I'd prefer to be behind him, his arse pressed against me, my hands gripping his hips while he writhes and dances."
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and closed his eyes, body swaying toward Harry's.
"If he's facing me, I keep imagining my hands dropping to his arse, cupping those generous globes in my palms," he let out a little groan like he couldn't quite help it. "If he's got his back to me, I keep imagining letting my hands slide up his body, maybe even under his shirt so I can play with his nipples while we dance."
Draco's entire body felt like it was consumed by fire, his fingers reached out without his permission and he clenched them in Harry's shirt, knuckles bumping against Harry's side through the thin fabric of his tshirt. "What happens next?" he asked.
Harry's cheek brushed against his as he brought his mouth even closer to Draco's ear, "I take him home," he rumbled. "Strip him bare," he added. "Lay him out on my bed and take him apart with my mouth and my hands."
He shuddered and his body came into contact with Harry's as a result of how close they'd gotten. "Fuck," he whispered.
"That is the general idea," Harry replied.
"Harry-" he started, heart pounding wildly as he fought the desire to turn his head and connect their lips. Before he could do anything, he was very rudely interrupted.
"Harry!" a voice shouted from across the bar.
Growling low in his throat, Harry drew back from Draco and Draco nearly pulled him right back against him.
"Hey!" Neville called, as he made his way over. He clapped Harry on the back before he seemed to notice that Draco was standing there. "Oh!" he said, surprised, "Sorry! Am I interrupting-"
"No," Draco said quickly, untangling his fingers from Harry's shirt as reality slipped back in.
At the same time as Draco spoke, Harry bit out, "Yes."
"Err-" Neville replied but neither of them were paying him any mind.
They were both looking at the other, trying to parse out what they were thinking and feeling.
"I should go," Draco said, slipping out past Harry and heading toward the door, toward fresh air and space. Toward his bloody sanity.
He'd only made it a few steps outside when the door to the club swung open and a warm hand found his shoulder. "Wait," Harry said.
Draco closed his eyes and let his head fall forward, resting his chin on his chest, trying to push the ridiculous desires out of his mind. "What?" he asked, voice tense.
"Hey," Harry said, tugging lightly at his shoulder to get him to turn around.
He turned and he wasn't sure what his face said, but Harry took a step back.
"Sorry," he said softly.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, "If I made you uncomfortable-"
A laugh, hard and just a little bitter forced its way from Draco's mouth. "You haven't made me uncomfortable."
"Then why are you running?"
"Because I don't fancy making a fool out of myself," he replied.
"What?" Harry asked, tilting his head like a lost crup at Draco.
He shook his head, desiring nothing more than to just slam it against the brick wall. "You should go find someone to dance with," he said, nodding back at the club.
"Oh," Harry said, brow furrowing.
"Go make your daydream a reality," he said, taking another step back, inching toward the apparation point before he lost his composure and his self-preservation instincts.
Rubbing the back of his neck he replied, "That might be difficult."
"Why?" he asked, "You're a very handsome bloke, Potter, no one's going to turn you down."
He cleared his throat, "Might be difficult to make my daydream a reality if you're not in there," he said, like that clarified anything. When Draco just stood there, as confused as ever, Harry swallowed, "Because you've been the object of my daydreams since last weekend at Luna's," he clarified. "Maybe longer, if I'm being honest."
"Me?!" he asked.
Harry shrugged, "It's okay if you don't feel the same," he said, tongue running along his bottom lip, "only you seemed to be into it in the club-"
"You don't actually want me," he said, cutting Harry off. "You can't possibly."
"Why?" Harry asked, brow furrowing in confusion once more.
He blinked, "Because you're-" he gestured broadly at Harry, "And I'm-" he finished, gesturing at himself.
"I mean, sure," Harry said, "You are significantly better looking than I am-"
"What?" he wheezed. "That was your take away?"
Harry scrubbed a hand through his hair, "Look, Draco. Can I be honest?" Without giving Draco a chance to reply he plowed on, "I like you. I like you as a person, I like your wit, your sharp sense of humor, I think you're bloody gorgeous," he added. "And I really like the way that I feel when I'm with you," he said. "Like I'm not too much, like I'm just a person who gets to feel what they feel." He looked down at his shoes for a minute, "I've given you a lot of pieces of me that I don't give to everyone and I trust you. I'd like to see where this can go. If that's something you might be interested in?"
Draco spluttered, "Yes," he managed finally. "Merlin, Harry, yes."
"Yeah?" he asked, perking up and grinning at Draco.
"Yes," he said, grinning back at the other man, sure that his smile was just as wide and ridiculous as the other man's.
"Maybe coffee or dinner first?" Harry offered.
His heart expanded in his chest, knowing this was serious for Harry, not just a one-night stand. "I'd like that."
The other man grinned and held out his arm, letting Draco loop his fingers through his elbow before he started strolling down the sidewalk, "Great," he said, "Because I have this great daydream about going on a date at a diner a few blocks from here-"
Draco smiled and settled into Harry's side, more than content to listen to all of the sweet dreams he had for his life, delighted by the idea of being able to fulfill some of them.
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