PART 22: LETTING GO
"Draco, you better not panic," Harry warned.
"Not panic? Are you in the right mind? What now? We have to fit in here now?" Draco is pacing back and forth uneasily as he talked. They are currently in the men's room, just the two of them, trying to sort things out.
"We must find Lupin and demand him to bring us back to the immortal realm," Harry suggested.
"And what good is it if we go back there? Practically everyone there is out to kill us," Draco stated the truth.
Harry nodded. He somewhat agrees with Draco but he cannot just let things be since they were far involved in the matter. "I know. But we can't let them win. There must still be Hogwarts students left there for us to save, Draco. We can't let them die," Harry tried to convince Draco.
"And why should I give a damn? They're not even my friends. We don't even know them," Draco said something that came out from his selfishness.
"That doesn't give us the right to simply left them for dead when we're able to save them," Harry said, annoyed at how Draco can be so selfish sometimes. Then they both realize that someone had been standing at the door for a while now, watching them suspiciously. It's Ron. How long has he been standing there? They had no idea.
"Are you guys practicing for a scene or what?" Ron asked them. Both Harry and Draco shrug their shoulders.
"Ron?" Harry called. He is surprised to see him yet, he feels a bit excited to meet one of an old dearest friends of his.
Ron looks at Harry weirdly and scoffs. He then lets out a roar of laughter. "Well, I can see that you're still maintaining your character," Ron said in the midst of chuckling. "What? Is Harry Potter about to have a sequel?" Ron asked jokingly as he walks over to pee. When he finished, he washes his hand quickly and looks inside the mirror checking on his beard. "Let's hope that they'll do," he later said with a hopeful sad face before he gets out of the men's room.
"Okay, so what is Ron's name in this realm?" Draco asked. Harry makes a face at him. They both then also get out of there.
Harry gets into Draco's hotel room that night. Well, it's supposed to be Tom Felton's hotel room. Anyway, they just thought that it's better for them to stay together before they can sort things out. Harry feels a bit dizzy from the whole situation. He had no idea what to do next. What now? Should they try to fit-in in this world and live as Daniel Radcliffe and Tom Felton for the rest of their lives? He had no clue. How bad he feels like he wanted to go back to his own world, meeting his family, his children… Ginny… Wait. Ginny? He starts to wonder now if he married her for love or for the sake of his relationship to the Weasley and Ron? He sits down on the bed in silence for a while until he feels like it's time for him to break the silence. Something is bothering him. Draco is lying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, probably thinking as well about the whole mess they're in.
"We forgot to talk about the dream we had," Harry stated.
"How do you know if we have the same dream?" Draco asked with little interest.
Harry sighs a little. "Well, I've guessed," Harry said.
"Tell you what, Harry. That wasn't a dream. It was a memory and definitely not of our original ones. It was ours," Draco stated the obvious nonchalantly.
"I know. I wonder how that could've happened," Harry said.
Draco lets out a long sigh. "After all of the shits that we've been through, I'm so tired of lying to myself anymore," Draco said.
Harry is startled by that comment from Draco. "What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"I mean of course that would happen. I've had my eyes on you since first year. Don't you ever wonder why I was being such a dick to you all this while?" Draco told the truth.
Harry scoffs. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "You're kidding, right?" He asked.
"Why would I joke about something like that? So tell me, Harry, why did you go along with it?" It's Draco's turn to ask. Harry remains quiet from the question, unsure of the answers to provide. "Well, I guess that one of us is still in need of living in denial," Draco commented when he heard no answers from Harry.
"I'm not living in denial!" Harry denied.
"Then what?! Tell me, Harry, what?" Draco asked again, a bit forceful this time.
Harry sighs. "I had no idea," Harry answered. Draco scoffs at him, thinking how stupid that answer was. Harry feels like he's in need to explain so that Draco won't find him living in denial or anything. "Maybe… Maybe because I sometimes find you sexy when you are mean to me and I think you're a looker and… you're…" Harry now couldn't find any more reasons to say. "I don't know. I just can't leave you alone. That's all. I don't know!" Harry said, feeling anxious and confused.
"Can't leave me alone, huh? That makes two of us," Draco commented. Harry scoffs at him. They both got silent for a while. They then look into each other's eyes and chuckles. They can't help but feel like everything is so funny. All the things that they had went through. It was almost childish and stupid of them. A while later, they stop laughing and stare into each other's eyes again.
It was unexpected. Everything just move on its' own. Their bodies, their hearts, their lips… they move on their own. They hurriedly kiss each other's lips. The kiss is rough… almost animalistic in nature. It was as if they had longed for this moment to come. They had longed for the kiss and now that they got the kiss, each won't let go. Draco runs his fingers through Harry's hair and pulls it roughly. Harry groans from the sudden roughness, but he likes it. He started to take off his clothes. They both are getting out of their clothes. The tie, the coat, the shirt, the pants… everything came off quickly. The next thing they know is that they're both naked on the bed with Draco on top of Harry and they're still kissing each other hungrily, like they couldn't have enough of each other.
They are letting go of their sanity tonight. Most importantly, they are letting all of their feelings go tonight. It's a confession. They are both aware of it. Harry now realized the one he was in love with was Draco. It wasn't Ginny. He's never been this obsessed and crazy about anyone. It was always Draco that he had his eyes on too. Draco moves down to Harry's loins and started to kiss the hard part. He then plays the tip of Harry's with his tongue. Harry jolted in pleasure and moans. Draco now started to sucks the tip of it with his mouth. Harry's moan gotten a bit louder. Draco likes to hear it. It means that Harry is enjoying it.
Harry rolls over on the bed as Draco started to insert his loins into Harry. Harry grunts. He feels a bit of a sharp pain, but the pain feels good. So, he lets go of himself. Draco started to moan. He never felt this kind of ecstasy before. It was especially because it's Harry underneath him that makes him feels more lost inside the pleasure. He now started to move. Harry moans. It's driving Draco crazy. Draco will never want anyone anymore after tonight. He swears Harry is the only one he wants and he'll be willing to do anything for Harry. Everything is changing. No more lies. No more living in denial. No more hiding. Tonight, they can be themselves. They can be who they really are and they had let go of the old them. No more…
It was late night when they both woke up to a loud sound in the hotel room. They saw Professor Lupin is staring down at them peculiarly and they wonder why. That's when they realize that they are both naked on the bed. Harry is about to open his mouth to explain when Lupin stops him. "-Um. No need to tell me anything. I swear I don't even want to know," he said. He then sighs. "Get up. Get ready. The war has started. It's time for us to get rid of Voldemort for good."