Some Sort of Game

Draco could only laugh, "Well…"

There was a moment's silence, "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he mocked, sliding his pale hand under Harry's uniform shirt. Gliding his fingers along the rough edges of Harry's toned chest. Harry's cheeks filled with a deep crimson red, his head still swimming in the warmth of Draco's lips on his. Harry couldn't find the words to answer the blonde haired beauty in front of him. His eyes lingered on Draco's face,

"Did I actually shut you up, Potter?" Draco snickered.

Why is he doing this? Harry thought, the happiness that filled his eyes moments ago turned sharply to sadness and a slight hint of regret. "This… you… me… it shouldn't happen…"

The brunette then closed his eyes for a moment, taking in everything that had just happened. His mind swamped with images of Ginny and Draco, maybe he didn't know what he wanted anymore. Harry was happy with Ginny, but it felt right being in the arms of Draco. At night he dreamt of his blonde haired grey eyed enemy, but could he really turn his back on the girl that had been there for him, the younger sister of his best friend. For once all that Harry wanted was for something to be uncomplicated, to be able to let go of everything and it just work.

Draco shifted at that moment, annoyed with the fact that he wanted Harry to be into this, and he wasn't. Something was stopping him though, it's like his soul was pulling towards Harrys. He turned back to take one more look at the young man in front of him, the man that had changed everything in Draco's life.

"I could treat you better, than that red headed Weasley girl"

To his surprise Harry's green were piercing through Draco's, sadness filling them like sparkling emeralds in their most natural state. Harry whispered softly, pulling Draco back into his arms,

"I know you could, but we can't be this…"

"Why can't we?"

"There's Ginny, and everyone else"

The words tore at both souls, Harry didn't want to say it and Draco didn't want to hear it. Draco had wanted nothing more than to have Harry in his arms at night, and he knew Harry wanted it just as badly. It was true though, having Lucius know that his son was deeply in love with a Potter was a terribly horrid idea. But Draco knew that it wouldn't matter once Harry was his,

"None of them matter, why can't you see that?"

"Draco…"

But before Harry had the chance to say anything, Draco was shoving him up against the bookshelves devouring him in rough kisses. They struggled against each other, one pulling in, one pushing away, causing a ruckus that the whole library probably heard. Harry finally broken free of Draco's grip and pushed passed him, with a hard shove.

"It can't be like this okay!"

"Potter, come back here!"

Draco went after Harry; he didn't know what else to do.

"Harry…"

Never had he spoken Harry's name, in such a manner, but this was his one chance to set things right with him. When Draco Malfoy wanted something, he got it.

"Will you just listen to me?"

The heavy breathing and flustered brunette stopped and turned around, annoyed.

"What? What is that you want, I told you this can't happen. Why can't you see that?"

"Why can't you see that you want this, us just as badly as I do!"

Harry could see it, but tried to push it away every night when he closed his eyes, when Draco lingered in his dreams and Harry felt happier there than in reality. There were just too many conflicts, and he always felt that Draco truly did hate him for everything that he was.

"Because it's not like you would actually care!"

"But I do, you stupid git!"

Both were yelling at this point, disturbing the whole library and exposing their steamy confrontation. Surely they were going to get in trouble for this, but neither seemed to notice.

"Boys will you please lower your voices or leave the library at once!" A stern voice came hollowing from across the room.

Trying to labour their breathing, they stood for a moment not speaking a word, their faces saying everything.

Draco wanted Harry, Harry wanted Draco.

But Harry wouldn't allow it; there were too many other people involved.

The blonde was the first to finally turn around and leave; he needed a new idea, something that would get Harrys attention back on Draco. Leave it to Potter to always over complicate everything, he thought to himself. Draco hadn't got the chance to come right out and say what he wanted to say, but he figured that Harry had got the picture. Draco was making his way towards the Slytherin dungeon, completely lost in thought when he heard hurried footsteps coming from behind him. Before he could turn around to see who it was and why they were in such a hurry, Draco was being dragged into a shadowed corner behind one of the huge pillars. There standing before him was almost sweaty, upset and angry Harry Potter,

"What do you think you are doing?" Draco almost screamed, caught off guard by the sudden and strange behaviour of Harry.

"What did you mean before?"

"What did I mean before, about what?"

"When you said, you did care"

"I meant that I cared… that I do care about you"

Harrys face was inches from Dracos, staring directly into his grey eyes,

"You honestly, care about me?"

"Of course I do"

"I care about you too"

Harry had slinked his arms around the blondes waist and was pulling him closer into an embrace, something was different in his eyes, the sadness was no longer there, his eyes shining like perfectly cut emeralds. There was no roughness, anger, or fear in the embrace just understanding, calm, and love. Harry brought Dracos face to his and brushed their foreheads together,

"I don't know how ready I am for this, but I want to… take a chance… with us."

Draco couldn't believe that he wasn't going to need to think of anything, Harry had actually changed his mind, but it happened so fast and so sudden it didn't make any sense. But right now, it didn't really matter; it was him and Harry just how he wanted it. Their lips met with a longing for the others; there was nothing in that moment, no Hogwarts, no people, no Weasleys, no fear of life or death, just them two people perfectly connected in every way.