Maybe I Will, Maybe I Won't : Drarry

I finally escape from the crushing crowds for sweaty dancers long enough to stumble into the entrance hall, empty except for a single figure on the grand staircase. I start over not realising who it is and I'm only enlightened when he tilts his head up. Pale blonde hair appearing honey coloured in the flickering torchlight, no wonder I didn't recognise him. His grey eyes find mine, devoid of their usual animosity, enticing me closer.

"Harry." I'm not sure which startles me more, his soft tone or the use of my first name. I collapse on the stair next to him, not caring if it's a trick, too tired of avoiding dancing.

"...Draco." I look closer and spot dark bags under his eyes; worry, stress, lack of sleep? "You okay?" He shrugs slightly, dress robes shimmering in the orangey glow.

"Just tired I suppose..." he yawns and leans against my shoulder. I repress the urge to shove him away. "You smell good." His nose suddenly nuzzles into my neck.

The doors to the main hall open and a giggling couple stagger out, followed by a haughty beauxbatons girl, all three head past us upstairs. I frown, not wanting this to be all over the school tomorrow.

"Mal-Draco, do you want to go outside?" I ask gently, not wanting to break whatever spell he's under, or maybe he's just had a few too many firewhiskys. He seems too comfortable for it to be some slytherin plot, but you never know. He nods, hair brushing my neck, then sighs, pulling away from me, offering me his hand.

I take it and he leads me towards the grounds, our hands seemed to fit perfectly together. I don't let go, instead our fingers tangle together. I flush slightly as I let forbidden thoughts surface, Malfoy, ah hem, Draco is gorgeous and right at this moment cutely pouting on the doorstep not wanting to step out into the cold. I drop his hand and slide my arm round his waist; he looks up at me with soft eyes as our breath mingles. I have to admit that I like Ma-Draco in a way that...I wonder what those lips...oh god, his eyes...

He suddenly smiles and my breath hitches, he's beautiful. Before I can close the gap between us, he starts off across the grounds. As we walk, I tighten my arm and pull him towards a spot where I like to go to think.

I've known I was gay since I was ten; even crushing briefly on one of Dudley's gang before being beat up relentlessly for weeks. I sigh and Draco looks over curiously, I smile and carry on walking. I don't want to know how this crush will work out, probably badly with the whole school knowing I'm gay. What a pleasant thought.

I shy away from such thoughts and realise we've stopped, standing on top of a low hill, grass covered in frost. "It's beautiful." He whispers, just like him then. I notice he's shivering and pull him closer, shifting to stand behind him, face buried in his pale hair, both arms round his waist, my chest flush against his back. He leans back so his head's resting on my shoulder and the fingers on our left hands twist together. Snow starts to drift down, making the castle look like a Christmas card.

We watch the snow become heavier, seeming to dance in the breeze, silence except for Draco casting a warming charm over us. I nuzzle the back of his neck and he hums contentedly. This can't last, can it?

"What happens now?" Draco turns at my question, my hands now resting on the small of his back. He doesn't answer, just raises an eyebrow. "Do we pretend this never happened, go back to hating each other tomorrow?"

He tilts his head to one side and smiles, leaning up so our clouding breath mingles. Eyes meet as I lean down, hesitating when we're less than a centimetre apart. His smile grows as he closes the gap, lips gently brushing then pressing together. After a few seconds of tentative movement, his tongue strokes across my lips and they part, allowing for exploration.

Draco's eyes slide closed and mine soon follow as his arms encircle his neck. Our tongues meet, tracing each other tenderly and his taste hits me, sweet, sort of chocolately, with just a hint of firewhisky and something behind it all which seems to be Draco Malfoy. Me likey.

He pulls back all too soon so we're only connected by a feather light brush as lips.

"That's up to you."

He gently pulls out of my arms before I can respond and heads towards the castle.

That's up to you.