Chapter Two

   Harry sighed in relief. They weren't out of the woods yet, but he was immensely glad they'd managed to get this far. "There's nothing wrong with kissing boys," he said kindly, but Draco whipped his head round, coming face to face with Harry, his expression one of incredulity.

"Do you think this is funny?" he snapped, his voice catching in a way that made Harry's heart crack.

"Not one bit," he told him genuinely, propping himself up on his elbow, and taking the risk to carefully stroke Draco's soft blond hair back from his forehead. "I like kissing boys too. Sometimes girls as well, but mostly boys."

Draco blinked dumbly at him. "What?" he said.

Harry smiled at him. "I'm bi," he explained. "I've kissed lots of boys. I only like girls if they pack a bit of a punch. I like people that are bit less soft under the touch."

The moment hung between them as Draco stared, a half-hearted hiccup stirring him back to his senses. "You don't mind?" he said weakly. "That I...?"

"Well it would be a bit hypocritical if I did," Harry laughed gently. "I'm sorry, I wondered a while ago if that was on your mind. I should have said something sooner."

Draco bit his lip, then looked back up at Harry, his wet eyes slate grey even in the dim shadows of their bedroom. "Is that why you're cuddling me?" he asked in a small voice.

Harry chuckled again. "Yeah, that's a pretty gay thing to do I guess," he conceded. "I can stop if you want-"

"No," said Draco suddenly, and reached up to take hold of Harry's shoulder. "No I – I like it," he admitted sheepishly.

Harry's heart swelled. "I could, you know," he said, fumbling over his words for the first time since they'd started talking. "I could stay if you wanted?" he suggested hesitantly. "I like cuddling you too."

Draco nodded fractionally, and without saying anything pulled at the comforter, inviting Harry to get under the covers with him. They were both clad in t-shirts and boxers, and he couldn't deny the intimacy of the action. But as much as it might have been sexual it was also very sweet. Harry slipped soundlessly back next to Draco, spooning up to him again, except this time sliding his arm under his neck, and Draco hugged him tightly back.

"You don't think I'm wrong?" Draco asked, and Harry rocked them back and forth gently.

"No," he said. "Has someone been telling you you are?"

Draco didn't respond right away. "My parents would think it's perverted, I'm sure. The neighbours would talk."

"Fuck the neighbours," Harry said vehemently. "I'm sure your parents will understand, once they know this is who you are."

Draco exhaled and seemed to deflate a little in Harry's arms. "I don't know if that's true," he said. "But hearing someone say it out loud is pretty awesome."

They laid like that for a while, and Harry thought maybe Draco had drifted off to sleep, until he eventually stirred, and turned his head slightly. Not enough so they had eye contact, but enough that Harry knew he was being addressed. "Harry," he rasped, like he was afraid of his own voice. "Do you...um." He took a shaky breath and tried again. "Do you like me?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat. Draco was drunk, and he desperately didn't want to take advantage, but he knew first-hand that sometimes you needed a little Dutch courage to say what you really wanted. "I really like you Draco," he admitted, nuzzling his nose into Draco's silky soft hair. "I uh, I have for quite a while."

Draco chewed on that for a moment. "Really?"

"I wasn't sure," Harry admitted. "Exactly where you stood, I didn't want to risk our friendship, not when we were sharing a room. But yeah, I think you're pretty great."

Draco shifted in his arms so they were chest to chest, face to face, and their arms slipped naturally around the others' waists. "You're pretty great too," he said shyly.

Harry smiled, their eyes locked except for when he couldn't help but glance down at Draco's pale pink lips. "How are you feeling about kissing boys right now?" he teased, his blood thrumming through his ears so loudly he was worried he might not hear Draco's answer.

But he did. "Pretty great," Draco admitted, as their mouths drifted slowly together.

Harry loved kissing like this. He loved all kissing actually, but this slow, reverent kind was the best he felt. Especially with someone he knew so well, someone he cared about and had dreamed about. He hummed with deep pleasure as they melded together, lips and tongues exploring with increasing urgency, hands running up and down their bodies. It was heavenly.

Draco though was soon rolling his body against Harry's, and Harry broke the embrace with an appreciative chuckle. "Whoa there cowboy," he said gently, but Draco suddenly looked crestfallen.

"Don't you want to?" he asked, hurt.

Harry shook his head. "Oh I'm desperate to," he breathed, his active erection testament to the truth of it. "But you're drunk, and tired, and you've had a bit of a tough night."

"I'm fine," Draco insisted trying to pull Harry back into him, but Harry resisted. Instead, he gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Don't move," he instructed, and Draco whimpered as he slipped out of the bed. "I'll be right back," he promised.

He moved quickly, filling up a glass of water and fishing some aspirin from the bathroom. "Drink this," he said, handing Draco the water. He obediently sat up and drained it, then Harry filled it up once more. "When you wake up," he said, placing both the water and the pills on the bedside cabinet. "Take these and drink this, then go back to sleep. Whenever you wake up properly, I'll take you to brunch, or lunch depending on how late it is," he amended with a grin.

"You mean," Draco said hesitantly as Harry crawled back into bed, this time on the other side by the wall so Draco had access to the water. "Like a date?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "If you'd like? I'll look after you through your hangover, keep you entertained."

He could feel Draco smiling into his arm as they cuddled up again. "I'd like that."