Get Your Skates On (A Christmas Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Eight

   Fire seemed to seer through Harry's blood as he leant in and touched their mouths gently together, electricity practically jumping between them at the contact. Almost immediately their lips began to move, their tongues slipping out to intensify the kiss, and Harry moaned. Like before, he knew this just felt right.

But all too soon Draco broke away, hovering only an inch or so away so Harry could feel his breath panting on his skin. "What are we doing?" he murmured almost inaudibly.

Harry shook his head. "I'm not sure," he admitted truthfully. "But, maybe we can figure it out together?"

Draco shook his head though. "You're making a mistake," he insisted, and Harry felt his heart physically ache.

"Can't I be the judge of that?"

Draco rested their foreheads together, and they naturally closed their eyes, their breaths seemingly filling the whole room. "I'm not good enough for you."

Harry rubbed his thumb through Draco's hair. "I say you are. I say we deserve to give this a try."

They were closer together now, chest to chest, and Harry cursed the bulky coats they both still had on. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you," Draco whispered.

"If you're afraid of falling," Harry said, repeating his words from the pond, a smile creeping onto his face. "You'll never succeed."

Draco laughed. It was wet and shaky, but it was a laugh. "I fell for you a bloody long time ago, Harry Potter," he said ruefully, pulling back so he could look into his eyes.

Harry cupped his face with both his hands, and was rewarded with Draco's hands coming to rest on his waist. "So how about giving me a chance to fall for you?"

Draco answered by leaning in for another kiss, but this one contained far more fervour, the desperation from both boys becoming clear very quickly. Harry's hands dropped to the buttons of Draco's coat.

"Can we," he began, breaking off with a laugh. "Can we get a bit more comfortable?"

It was easiest for them both to hastily shirk their own coats off, but as soon as Draco was down to his soft cashmere jumper, Harry's hands were back on him, running over his body as if he meant to memorise it. He probably did, but he wasn't thinking in any particularly linear way in that moment.

Draco began walking backwards, until he hit the bed and he tumbled down onto it, grabbing Harry's wrist and pulling him along too. Harry couldn't help but giggle as they scrambled and repositioned themselves side by side, but he couldn't say he cared.

Draco's lips were soft and hungry and it wasn't long before they were devouring Harry's mouth again, snatching the breath from his lungs. When his cold fingers slid under Harry's t-shirt, he couldn't help but jump and gasp, but when Draco made to pull away he grabbed his elbow and urged him to continue. "That feels nice," he admitted shyly.

"Yeah?" Draco asked, uncertainty clear in his voice. "I've not...done this before."

Harry squirmed so they were even closer, their legs entwined, and tentatively ran his own fingers at the point where Draco's jumper met his trousers. "Me neither," he admitted. "We can do whatever you want though, I'm not afraid."

Harry meant that, but then he wasn't exactly sure of what two guys did in bed together, it wasn't like he'd particularly realised he was bisexual until this awakening just now or had the chance to look it up. But Draco was becoming bolder, and rolled Harry onto his back so he could straddle him.

"I just want to touch you," he said between open-mouthed kisses along his neck that made Harry moan again.

"Hang on," he said, a flare of embarrassment shooting through him. He pulled his wand from his back pocket to quickly lock the door and cast a silencing charm. He then dropped the wand on the drawers next to the mirror, and yanked Draco back to him. "I'm all yours."

Draco growled.

He growled.

As they kissed urgently, he pushed Harry's t-shirt up until it was above his nipples, and Harry broke away for just a second to get rid of the thing and throw it on the floor. Draco took the opportunity to do the same with his jumper, and then they were skin to skin, making Harry practically whimper with how good it felt.