“Pssst… Dray,” Harry whispered, leaning closer to him as the Great Hall hummed with the quiet energy of their Hogwarts graduation ceremony. He clasped his hands together and plopped down on the bench next to Draco.
“Shh, Potter,” Draco hissed, shooting him a sharp glare. “Professor McGonagall is looking right at us, and I’d rather not have my diploma revoked before I even get it.”
“I love you,” Harry whispered back, leaning in until their shoulders were almost touching.
Draco stiffened, his cheeks faintly pink. “What are you on about, Potter?” he hissed, his tone betraying both irritation and the slightest hint of fluster.
“I said, I love you,” Harry repeated, entirely unfazed by Draco’s glare. His green eyes sparkled mischievously as he edged even closer.
“Harry,” Draco growled, his voice low and warning, though the redness spreading across his face gave him away. “This is hardly the time or place for your theatrics.”
“Draco Lucius Malfoy, you look absolutely stunning today,” Harry continued, ignoring Draco’s protests.
“Will you stop?” Draco snapped, though his voice had softened. His pale cheeks were now flushed a deep crimson, his usually composed demeanor slipping.
“I know you love me too,” Harry murmured with a cheeky grin, leaning in to press a quick, secret kiss to Draco’s cheek.
Draco’s eyes widened in shock, his breath hitching as he sat rigidly for a moment. Then, ever so slightly, the corner of his lips twitched into a reluctant smile.
“Idiot,” he muttered, his voice too quiet for anyone else to hear. But Harry caught it, and his grin only widened.