Potter!

It's disgusting

Throughout the next few weeks of lessons, Draco struggled, mostly because he desperately wanted to be with Harry every second and that wasn't possible. As well as this, he was trying to hide their relationship. He didn't want the whole school knowing, although he didn't like to push him away when he was being affectionate. He mainly just didn't want his father to catch wind of what he had been up to, as much as he told himself he didn't care what he thought, and that he wasn't scared of him anymore.

Harry organised that they would spend at least two evenings a week either up in the Astronomy tower, in an empty classroom (they had to switch places in case Filch caught on) or, when it got warmer, the deserted Quiddich stadium.

Draco found himself fighting off the urge to be more clingy, wanting to follow Harry everywhere he went. He guessed this was because he hadn't felt anything like this before and had nightmares about losing him in some way or another.

One night in early March, when it had become slightly warmer, he dragged him, under the invisibility clock, across the grounds towards the stadium. There was still an icy wind which penetrated the cloak, but he didn't mind as his hand was warm from Harry's touch.

When they made it into one of the stands, the ravenette was all over him. His hands roamed Draco's pale body and heated every place that he touched. Their lips connected roughly and ravenously, Harry was hungry for him.

"Harry." Draco whispered sternly, glancing down at the pitch. There was a light.

"Sorry- I just haven't felt you in a long t-" Harry started but Draco's hand closed over his swollen lips.

Two small figures came through and out onto the pitch below, their wands lit, which meant it couldn't be Filch, as he was a squib.

They both remained completely still under the cloak, thankful they had not thrown it off in the heat of the moment. The voices from the two people below, drifted upwards on the wind and Draco could tell that it was Ron and someone else who he couldn't recognise, but assumed it wasn't a Professor.

"Saw him come in this direction, but he must have gone under the cloak. Bet he's with Malfoy. It's disgusting." The words were not quiet, so he suspected Ron wanted them to be heard, if they were there.

Harry's hand immediately tightened around Draco, his eyes wide, obviously hearing what he had said.

Ron turned back, followed by the other light, giving up because they couldn't see anyone.

As soon as they had gone, Draco let out a shaky breath, realising he hadn't been breathing.

"The fucking git." Harry seethed, banging the stand with his fist.

"It's okay, he didn't find us." He placed his hand on his back, in an effort to calm the temper that was boiling in his chest.

"Its not disgusting. I can love who I want." Harry whispered harshly into the wind, as if Ron would be able to hear it. But their lights had disappeared into the castle now.

Draco tried to comfort him, pressing their lips together, in an effort to restart what they had being doing before. He wanted to feel Harry, to feel what it was like inside him again, to feel their hot breaths and sweating bodies together, hear his name groaned through Harry's gritted teeth. Though he guessed it wouldn't be the same on an uncomfortable wooden seat high up in a cold Quiddich stand.

Although he tried, Harry insisted the mood had been ruined and they padded carefully back up the castle, until they both separated safely in Myrtle's bathroom and back to their common rooms.

Harry didn't kiss him goodnight, just simply walking off in the other direction. Draco's heart sank a little but he picked himself up and went quietly to his bed, wishing that he was beside him.