Little Secrets (Drarry)

XV

Okay this is basically just 2.5k words of dialogue, fluff and cringe (K I L L M E). Also it's completely irrelevant to the book and is more of a filler opps 

okay enough rambling, gotta mCR

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"I was always under the impression you thought Snape was a somewhat god to worship." Grinning cheekily Harry swung his head back, drowning the golden goodness of the butter beer from its bottle.

"Shut up," Draco playfully kicked Harry's leg, "I did not."

"Actually you did."

"Fine, maybe I did at some point but definitely not anymore." Draco protested.

"Well I'm glad you have come to your senses, he's a right foul git, with his vampire cloak and you could fill a cauldron with all the grease in his hair." Rambled Harry

"More like hair in his grease."

Harry snorted into his bottle and flopped backwards into his bed grinning widely. Draco followed him, collapsing into the impossible softness of the quilt and sinking his head into the overstuffed pillow that had a faint smell of butterbeer, probably from one of Harry's past accidents from drinking butterbeer on his bed. Although Harry's bed was immensely comfortable Draco felt anything but, this was owing to the fact that he had just snuck   into the common rooms of Gryffindor - something he had always dreamed of doing- and was now lying in the bed of his past enemy with the curtains drawn around them. Even though every Gryffindor student except Harry had been forced by their paranoid parents to return home they still had agreed to stay as hidden a possible, even if meant they had to be cramped together on Harry's relatively small bed.

The way Draco would describe Gryffindor common room is warm. Not by the temperature, but rather the warm browns and red of the furniture and tapestry's, the way the furniture looked as though it was merely scattered without a  thought, unlike the intimidating perfect formation of Slytherin's common room. The air had the wonderful fulfilling warm smell of the everlasting scent of cinnamon and fire wood and even the faint smell of dung bombs that clung in the air added a cosy feel. As much as Draco belonged in and loved Slytherin he couldn't deny that this was a nice alternative to the stale, damp feel of Slytherin room.

Perhaps the honest reason the Gryffindor common room was simply splendid in Draco's eyes was that Harry was with him. I t still felt almost like a beautiful yet cruel dream that Draco would awaken from to find things had never changed and that Harry still hated him.

Harry kneed Draco slightly, "Draco?"

"Harry?"

"You sort of zoned out." Harry chuckled.

"Sorry." Draco shifted his position so he could face Harry and gaze into his eyes. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's dark locks. So immensely attractive did Harry look at this moment that Draco wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

So he did.

Harry smiled against Draco's lips as he closed his eyes at the familiar yet strangely unfamiliar feel of Draco's mouth against his.  It was the first time since the bathroom incident they had come into this kind of contact and Harry couldn't help but whimper when Draco pulled away, breaking the sweet kiss. Draco adverted his eyes from Harry's mouth where his bottom lip was stuck out in a pouty way and Draco wanted nothing more than to grab it between his lips again.

"What are we doing? This is the only chance we will get this year to go anywhere together as we please and so far we only went to the kitchen and now we are huddled in a bed!"