Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...Thanks for noticing.
Warning: SLASH...yummy
A/N: Still loving you!!!! This is the end, and might I say I'm very proud of it.
On Your Knees, Potter: Three Shot
Harry and Draco sat at a table in the middle of Three Broomsticks, Harry smiling at Draco's obvious discomfort. "You don't date much, do you Dray?"
Draco scowled.
"Now that's not nice," Harry took a sip of his butterbeer. "So, why me Draco?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"It was only a few days ago, don't tell me you forgot already?"
"Oh," Draco looked into glass, "That."
"Yeah, 'that', you had to have known I wasn't going to let you get away with it."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Well?" Harry persisted. "You don't just randomly select your sworn enemy and have a good fuck."
"It was good, wasn't it?"
"Draco!"
"Okay, okay," Draco shifted uncomfortably. "I hm, um." He muttered.
"What?" Harry snapped.
"I like you," Draco said slowly and over pronounced.
Harry laughed, "You're serious?"
"Yes, Potter, I'm bloody serious."
"Ah, ah," Harry reached over the table and held Draco's hand, "It's Harry now."
Draco glared at him, then pulled him around the table for a kiss.
"Well now we have to talk about broadcasting our relationship," Harry said that night as he lay with Draco in the Slytherin's bed.
"Why do you always have to ruin the moment by talking?" The blonde commanded.
"Watch it, or I will put my clothes back on." Harry warned.
"I bet."
The Gryffindor made a move to get up.
Draco locked his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him back down, then rolled on top of him. "I don't think so." And he covered Harry's mouth with his own in a heated kiss.
Harry tangled his hands into the blonde's hair and Draco pulled him closer.
The rest of the winter holiday passed much the same way, Harry and Draco in bed, or on a date in Hogsmede (By Harry's request of course).
"I don't see why we can't just stay in and shag," Draco would complain.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Because," was all he had to say before dragging the blonde out of his bedroom.
Then it was the last night before the rest of the students returned.
"What are we Dray?" Harry asked, lying on top of the blonde in front of the fireplace in Gryffindor tower.
"Mmm?" Draco asked, his eyes closed, leaning against the side of the couch.
"I mean, everyone's coming back tomorrow...are we just going to pretend like there's nothing between us, when we both know there is?"
Draco smiled, eyes still closed. "I don't know Harry."
Harry looked up at him, he looked so peaceful, his eyes gently shut, hair framing his face, a few stray strands, his pink lips slightly parted.
"You're beautiful," Harry whispered.
Draco opened his eyes, emerald met silver and the world stood still.
"Draco."
"Yes Harry?"
"...I think I love you."
Draco caught Harry's lips in a searing kiss, and there they were, Harry Potter, Gryffindor who was destined to save the world, and Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, son of a Death Eater, kissing on the floor in front of a fire.
They pulled apart and settled back so they were both watching the flames dance, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry more tightly.
"Harry."
"Yes Draco?"
"...I think we just had a moment that you didn't ruin."
Harry laughed snuggling into the Slytherin's embrace.
And that's the end our story.
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Anyone wondering why I wrote this story? Funny really...I just decided I wanted to name a story 'On Your Knees, Potter'
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