A thin line of sunlight leaked through the small gap inbetween the curtains, causing behind Draco's eyelids to turn a bright red. He squinted them open, holding back a groan as he glanced around the room. Where the hell was he? And was that- oh god, someone was laying next to him. Someone was shifting about. Reluctantly, Draco bit down on his lower lip and looked to his right, only to see Harry Potter hogging most of the bedsheets, eyes still closed as he slept.
Draco felt his breath hitch in the back of his throat, heartbeat speeding up the slightest. He didn't need to look under the covers to know he was completely naked, but he took a quick peek anyway, letting out a somewhat surprised yelp afterwards and putting the thin comforter back down, chest heaving. Calm down, he said to himself mentally.
He heard a groan next to him. Harry stirred in his sleep until his eyes were wide open and he was sat upwards, running a hand through his dark, messed-up hair (both bed hair and, undoubtedly, sex hair.)
"I-" Draco managed to choke out. His heart felt like exploding as it rapidly ran, crashing against his fragile ribs. He felt awfully suffocated although he had more than enough space. "Did we- I- did we?"
Harry glanced at him from the corner of his eye and carelessly shrugged with one shoulder. Cute, Draco thought for a moment before all panic came back to him. He was naked in a bed with his so-called enemy (so-called enemy he just so happened to have a big crush on, for Merlin's sake) and he didn't have a clue where he was.
"How..." Draco gasped slightly, gaze locked on Harry's lips. Faintly tinted a dark red. Draco also noticed dark purple marks on the boy's tanned skin. "How are you so...so calm about this? You should be freaking out! I-I...this isn't fair, Harry! I...I didn't want this to happen....at least not in this way...and now I- oh God, we did it, didn't we? Tell me, goddamnit!"
"How am I supposed to know?" snapped Harry, just a tad bit irritated with the hyperventilating blonde. "We were both drunk. Besides, I don't even remember anything. It's...it's fine," suddenly, his sharp expression dropped, concern taking over his features instead. "Draco, are you alright? Fuck. Just breathe really deep, I- fuck, Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't...I didn't think this would happen."
Draco didn't know what he was saying. "I wanted this to happen," he managed to choke out inbetween uneven and fast breaths. "Just not...not like this, you know? Not in a drunken mistake that neither of us remember and fuck, I-...."
Harry bit down on his lower lip harshly, nibbling at it as he studied Draco. His pale skin had a tiny glisten to it, his silver-grey eyes were shimmering in the light and cheeks were flushed a bright pink as he pulled the comforter further up his body, somewhat ashamed eventhough he was fully aware - obviously - of what the two of them had done the night before.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, voice barely above a whisper. "No, Draco, no. You're supposed to hate me, I...shit-"
"Sorry," interrupted Draco, frantically picking up his clothes off the ground and slipping them on underneath the sheets, face still bright red and hands shaky as he fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. "I didn't...I wasn't thinking. Shit, I'm sorry. I'm leaving now. Is that okay? Should I leave? Yeah, I probably should. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Draco rushed out of the bed and stumbled towards the door, flinging it open quickly and leaving without another word.
Harry lay in the bed, all alone, the room feeling cold as Draco slammed the door closed. He cursed under his breath, his stomach still having those fluttery-tingly feelings that he didn't exactly like. He'd have to figure out a way to talk to Draco. He couldn't just...move on. He couldn't just forget. Not when he'd lied. Not when the image of a desperate, sloppy, sweaty, moaning Draco was still fresh in his mind. Not when his brain got all boggled when he was around the boy. He needed Draco. And he knew the blonde felt the same way towards him.