Day21. Harry Potter. Harry/Draco. Determined Draco XII Title: Determined Draco XII Author:digthewriter Word Count: 300 Rating: pg-13 Warning: NA Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Author's Notes:CONTINUATION OF DETERMINED DRACO SERIES
"Do you remember when we went to see the London Symphony Orchestra?" Potter asked Draco after they'd been quiet for a while.
"Yeah?"
"That was the night I knew...that it was more than infatuation. That it was even more than love. You were watching the performance—the Muggles— and you had this look on your face of fascination. And I thought that I could see that face every day for the rest of my life and I'd be okay with that."
"Just okay?" Draco asked, sounding defiant.
"More than okay. I wouldn't be okay if I didn't have that face in my life— No wait. I'm saying this all wrong."
"It's okay, Potter. I—I know you haven't always been the best with words."
"But do you believe me? Do you understand, Draco? I love you. And—"
"So you're telling me this now because you can't take it anymore and you must have me? You want to shag?"
"No. Well...yeah. But no, not like that!" Potter said, his arms flailing all over and Draco could tell that Firewhisky was hitting him. Hard.
"Maybe you should stop drinking."
"Maybe you should just come here and kiss me again. And then maybe you should tell me that you don't want that. Maybe you should tell me that I'm fucking mental and I need help—that's pretty much what Ron's being saying to me, anyway."
Draco chuckled and got up off the sofa. He came and sat next to Potter. "Ever the Gryffindor," he said. "And you really shouldn't listen to Weasley, unless it's about work, or saving the world. He's not the best at giving love advice."
Potter laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know. If Hermione wasn't—" Potter didn't finish whatever he was going to say because Draco was kissing him.