“Draco.” A nine-year-old Harry spoke.
“Yes, Harry?”
“We’ll always be friends, right? Even if I’m sorted into Gryffindor?”
“That’s stupid. You’re being stupid. Why wouldn’t I be friends with you just because you are sorted into Gryffindor.”
Harry shrugs.
“Then don’t ask stupid questions.”
As they walk alongside their parents, on the pavement at Hogsmeade, Harry suddenly sparks up when he sees something.
“I want ice cream!” Harry exclaimed, apparently too happy to notice that they had already left him.
He looked back when he heard no answer only to find no one.
Tears filled his eyes and just as he was just about to cry out for his parents, Draco popped up.
“Harry.”
Harry quickly looked at Draco, his eyes wide as he ran over to him, hugging him “Where’d you go?” He cried.
“We went into that shop.” Draco pointed at a shop behind Harry.
“I want ice cream..” Harry struggled to get the words out in between sobs.
“Okay, come on.” Draco held out his hand for Harry to take.
Harry gladly took it as they walked to the ice cream stand.
They quickly ordered only to realize they had not one Galleon.
“Harry..I have no Galleons..” Draco whispered to Harry as the man handed them their ice cream.
“Me neither..”
“What do we do..?”
“Let’s make a run for it,” Harry suggested.
“Good idea.” Draco agreed.
“I think not.” A voice came from behind them, the two young children let out a scream as they flinched and slowly turned around.
“Stop being a coward, just look behind you,” Draco said as he slowly turned around.
“Good idea, how about you take that up on yourself.” Harry bit back. He took a deep breath and turned around.
Mr. Malfoy..!
“It’s Mr. Malfoy,” Harry said, his eyes beaming as he hugged Lucius’ legs. Draco quickly spun around and huffed at his father for ruining his ‘perfect’ plan (which in fact was not his, but Harry’s plan.)
Lucius quickly paid for it and held onto each of their hands as they walked to the shop back to their parents.
“Draco, you’ve got strawberry?” Harry asked, licking at his ice cream.
“Yes, what’s yours?” Draco slurped around his words.
“Chocolate.”
They stayed in silence for a long while until Draco spoke up “Can I try it.”
Harry nodded enthusiastically and handed him his ice cream, Draco took a big bite only for the ice cream to fall out of his hand to the floor.
The three of them stood, frozen. Draco looked at the ice cream to Harry to the ice cream at his father to Harry, only to find Harry once again about to cry.
Draco grumbled and handed his ice cream over to Harry “You can have mine.”
Harry happily took it, and after a few moments they finally reached the shop only for Harry to find Draco staring at him enviously, Harry looked at where Draco was staring, it was his ice cream..!
Harry did not want to share, he wanted to do the exact opposite, eat it all for himself. But he decided he’d be the bigger person.
“We can share,” Harry said and saw Draco’s eyes beam. He instantly became happy just by the sight of Draco’s smile.
--
Harry and Draco were on the train, on the way to Hogwarts. Talking about how amazing it’ll be until the compartment door suddenly opened to reveal a red-haired boy that looked around their age.
“Can I..?” The boy nervously asked “It's the only available one.” The boy finished.
Draco looked at Harry then looked back at the boy “N—“ Draco got cut off.
“Yes, of course,” Harry said, sending daggers at Draco. Draco stared back at Harry, pouting.
The boy skipped happily to sit next to Harry. Draco stared at the boy like he was about to kill him.
Draco grimaced “A Weasley.” Draco had no problems with none pure bloods but when someone is clearly trying to one-up him he has a problem.
“Draco, be nice.”
Draco crossed his arms “I don’t want to, Scarface.” Draco always thought that Harry’s scar was funny since it was the shape of a lightning bolt, although nobody knows how that happened since it was a plate that fell on him.
Ron looked uncomfortable, as Harry stared at Draco intensely.
“Come on please, Dray.” Harry pleaded, Draco tried to stand his ground but he eventually gave up, sighing.
“Fine.”
The compartment went silent for a while until Draco spoke “Hello. I’m Draco, Draco Malfoy. And this is Harry Potter.” Draco pointed at himself and then at Harry.
Draco stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to introduce himself, although he knew who this boy was it was basic courtesy to introduce yourself to people you just met. He was met halfway with a fucking laugh, what was up with that.
Draco’s eyes were up ablaze. Alright, so he was laughing at his name, no need for Draco to insult him back because laughing at someone’s name was definitely an insult. But, no, he was going to insult him back because his mom named him Draco, he was going to protect his mother’s name.
“You think it’s fun, do you? No need to ask for yours, red hair, and hand me down clothes? Must be a Weasley.” Draco bit back because who in Merlin’s name did this boy think he was?
The boy clearly faltered, a frown on his face, Draco felt a bit bad if he was honest, but all that mattered was that he protected his mother’s name.
Draco felt a glare coming from somewhere, he turned his head in Harry’s direction and found Harry looking like he was about to lecture him, Merlin, he had to get ready to get yelled at later.
“He’s rude, I don’t like him,” Ron whispered to Harry.
“He’s just a bit upset,” Harry replied with a sigh.
“Why?”
“It’s none of your business, Weaslbee.” Draco suddenly interrupted their conversation.
The compartment once again went silent. Draco sighed and shook his head “Sorry.” He grumbled. Draco didn’t know why he apologized because frankly, this boy did not deserve an apology, but he apologized for calling him weaslbee, he supposed. Which he still deserves.
“It’s alright,” Ron replied quietly.
—
“Slytherin!” Draco was called into the house of Slytherin, which okay made sense, both his parents were in Slytherin. But, he kind of hoped he was in Gryffindor just because he knew Harry was going to be in Gryffindor.
Draco sent a smile at Harry only to be met halfway with a frown, alright, so he promised Harry he wouldn’t stop being friends with him if he was sorted into Gryffindor but Harry hadn’t promised him the same. Harry might’ve forgotten the promise Draco gave, after all, it’d been two years ago.
Draco sat on the Slytherin table, his arms crossed and his thoughts filled with the possibility of Harry telling him to shove off just because he was sorted into Slytherin. A small sad frown slowly crawled itself up Draco’s face.
“Hey, cheer up!” A boy said, Draco flinched slightly and looked in the direction of the voice. Vincent and Gregory were right next to him.
Draco gasped slightly, he was abundantly aware of his happiness when he saw the two boys “Vince, Greg.”
“Draco.” They both said with a smile on their face “Why’re you sad?” Gregory asked.
“Harry’s mad at me.”
“It’s okay, don’t mind Potter,” Vincent said with a scowl on his face.
“Harry’s nice, don’t be rude to him,” Draco spoke softly, quietly.
“He upset you,” Gregory grumbled.
“That he did.” Draco agreed.
And, well, Draco and Harry never became the same again, instead they became cold and distant. Draco never really understood why that happened, but, he still tried his best to rebuild what they had always had. That turned out to be futile. His methods were not really effective, but as the saying goes, trial and error, right? Right.
Fifth year came in, and yet still not even one smile out of Harry at his vicinity. Draco sighed as he sat down at the Slytherin table, the Triwizard Tournament was here, schools were at Hogwarts, and the place packed. But, Draco didn’t much care for that, although he doesn’t like crowded places, he at least had his friends from Durmstrang.
“Draco, have you heard? Today they’ll announce who will be representing each school.” Pansy said, she always liked gossip.
“I have. What’s it to m—“ Draco suddenly got caught off, his voice stuck in his throat, his mouth dry.
“Harry Potter!” What? Draco spun around on his seat, Harry? Draco all but felt a lump form in his throat, and if he was gripping the table, nobody paid him any mind.
Draco would surely never live down the way he choked on his own fucking saliva, but now was not the time to worry about such trivial matters.
Draco partially knew all about the Triwizard Tournament, he was taught mostly everything as a child, one of such; as the Triziward Tournament, he’s heard stories and read about them, about how some of them got really injured. Harry surely knew what Draco knew. So, why? Why would he enter? Was he mad?
Fuck, Draco stumbled after Harry as he walked out of the great hall “Harry.” Draco called out.
He watched as Harry notably stiffened and slowly turned around “What do you want, Malfoy.” Draco felt a pang in his heart, Harry had called him Malfoy before, multiple times, but it still hurt no matter the amount of times.
“Why did you put your name in?” Draco asked, his voice small.
Harry grimaced “What’s it to you?”
Draco sighed “Harry, I’ve known you my whole life. I care about you.”
“Yeah? And after being a complete git to my friends?”
Alright, so? Draco had sometimes been a complete arsehole to Harry’s friends. His eyes widened slightly. Harry obviously cared about them more than Draco thought.
‘Well, bollocks. Alright, don’t panic’
“Harry, please..I—I just—“ Draco got cut off before he could even finish “You what, Malfoy? Cat got your tongue?”
That hurt, but what in Merlin’s name did Harry mean by cat got your tongue? That made absolutely no sense. He was as ridiculous as always.
“What? No, a cat hasn’t got my tongue.” Draco cocked his head to the side, his hair falling on his face, his face scrunched up in utter confusion.
And there, a smile flicker, a twitch at the corner of Harry’s mouth, oh, how Draco missed that affection aimed towards him, it was like Harry was keeping himself from laughing, which was admittedly a bit embarrassing for Draco.
“No, Malfoy. It’s a muggle metaphor.”
And if Draco’s face was an abrupt crimson, Harry hadn’t said anything about it “Oh..oh—oh, okay.”
Draco and Harry stared straight at each other, Draco cleared his throat “I see, I’ve got to go now.” Draco said and immediately bolted down the corner, a distant laugh heard.
Draco knew he shouldn’t have run away, but Salazar was that embarrassing.
He somehow ended up at the pitch, he gasped for air and finally, when he did, he looked up at the sky.
A beautiful ombré of orange, blue, and red. Suddenly, he found himself sitting in the grass, if anyone were to catch him like this he’d be called a plebeian. But, all he could really think about was that he and Harry would always do this. He missed it, he wanted the Harry he knew and loved back.
—
Draco watched as Harry emerged from the water, Weasley in one arm and the little sister of the Beauxbatons participant in the other.
Draco ran over to Harry who was sitting on the deck “Harry!” Draco run as he threw a towel on Harry’s head “Don’t fucking do that again.” He said as he scrubbed his hair to get it dry.
“Fuck, fuck.” Draco hyperventilated as he crouched down and cupped Harry’s face, placing a kiss on Harry’s forehead, he then seemed to realize what he was doing, he froze, but quickly got up, he felt a hand on his wrist but was quickly brushed off, as he recovered, and stood up.
Walking abnormally fast. That was terribly painful and humiliating, it felt like a fucking guttural punch. Plus, Harry hates him.
He sighed as he felt tears sting in his eyes, was the frustration and anger built up finally about to burst? That was even more humiliating.
Because frankly why was he fucking crying over this, get over it. So, he did, he got over it. He walked to the pitch, he sighed as he felt the breeze of an area change. The cold air hit his face, turning his cheeks pink.
—
Harry sighed as he got out of the hospital wing, finally getting someplace to breathe without people swarming him.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked out of Hogwarts, on his way to the pitch, he breathed in the cold air, he always liked the cold air that always smelt of outdoors and trees, but weirdly, a mixture of fancy cologne and green apples. It was always a scent he liked, he kicked some sticks while walking to the pitch, looking down at them. When he finally reached the pitch, he looked up, his heart-stopping, Malfoy was there, half of his face visible.
His cheeks were a pretty shade of pink, his whitish blond hair contrasting nicely with the slight fog in the air, he looked like a painting made specifically for the beauty of it.
Harry never denied that Draco was undeniably pretty, it was just that he had never seen him as such, he was pretty, yes, just not in the way Harry would fawn over.
Even when Draco cocked his head at him the other day, he looked like a sunset, his face scrunched up adorably, his hair falling on his face? That should be a crime.
Harry sighed as he was about to spin around and leave “Harry.” A soft voice spoke, Harry turned around to look at the voice, Malfoy, his face now being able to be seen, he looked even prettier, his pointy nose pointing at Harry, his hair a bit messy, which was admittedly a bit adorable, his grey eyes beautiful.
Harry nodded and walked towards Malfoy, sitting next to him.
“What happened to us?” Draco asked.
Us? There was no us, never.
That was what Harry wanted to say but didn’t “Nothing, we just fell apart.”
“People don’t just fall apart for no reason. Did I do something?”
Yes. Yes, you did.
“No.”
“Then what is it? Is it because of what I said to Granger and Weasley?”
No, and this time he said what he thought.
“No.”
“Then what?” Draco’s voice grew small, Harry felt a striking pain in his heart.
“I don’t want to talk about this.”
The air around them grew tense and quiet, the only thing to be heard was the wind “Alright.” Draco said, and a few moments later got up.
Harry fully expected Draco to leave, but instead, he accioed his broom, got on it, and started flying around. His hair being pushed back from the wind, his cheeks even brighter, his eyes shining.
Harry looked up at Malfoy. Malfoy always liked to fly, Harry knew that of course he did. But, Harry knew Malfoy liked flying with him more, so Harry got up, accioed his broom, got on it, and flew towards Malfoy.
Malfoy looked over at Harry, his mouth slightly open, his eyes saying everything that Harry needed to know.
“Quidditch?” Draco asked.
“Yeah,” Harry said and got his snitch out.
Harry looked back at Draco, only to find him smiling “Why do you randomly have a snitch on you?”
“I never leave without it.” Harry threw it in the air, catching it over and over again.
—
Draco recognized that snitch, of course, he did, it was the gift he got Harry for his birthday last year, they never celebrated anymore, since Harry never seemed to like Draco’s company after entering Hogwarts, but Draco always got him a gift when his birthday came around, the same can not be said for when Draco’s birthday rolled around. The snitch had Harry’s initials carved into the nook of the snitch, one that was written in Draco’s handwriting.
Suddenly, the snitch was thrown, Draco stared at Harry and immediately went after it.
Losing it after a few moments, he looked around and found Harry chasing a golden orb, Draco’s eyes lit up, and followed Harry, so close, so close, and yet so far.
Draco’s face fell when Harry caught the snitch, cheeky bastard, always the one to catch it before Draco.
“Better luck next time.”
“Oh? There’ll be a next time.” Draco teased only to fall short when Harry’s enthusiastic voice fell, fuck, should he not have said that?
“Yeah, there will be.”
Okay, no, he’s thankful he said that, thank Merlin.
“I’ll win next time.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
Draco smiled softly at Harry, he chuckled softly, his voice breathless. Draco shook his head “I’ll see you next time. Don’t do anything dangerous in your second task, yeah?” Draco didn’t wait for a reply, instead, he flew closer to the castle and hopped off, walking inside the castle, and feeling the warmth of it. He always liked the warmth of the castle, the scent of the candles, and the outdoors mixed together, the smell of the candles smelt strangely like cucumbers, which was weird, Draco never enjoyed that scent. The outdoors smelled like trees and strangely, something he cannot explain, but muggle cologne, he hadn’t even known what that smelt like, it just felt right.
—
The second time Harry and Draco played together was a few days after Harry’s second task, which Draco may or may not have sent over many things, his heart never calming down until today.
“Harry.” He breathed, as he ran over to Harry.
“You’re a fucking daft idiot,” Draco said, as he stared at him, his eyes full of concern.
“Yeah.” Harry agreed, Draco looked surprised and stared at Harry, Harry’s face splayed into a bright grin.
“What?” Draco asked, breathless.
“There’s a bug in your hair.” Harry laughed.
“What? Where!” Draco froze “Get it off!” He screamed hysterically.
“Say the magic word.”
“What the fuck, Potter! You arsehole. Please!”
Harry hummed in approval and got close to Draco’s face, raising his hands to Draco’s hair, both of them going quiet, breathes held.
And then, Harry pulled back, an insect visible in his hand.
Draco grimaced “What is that.” He squinted.
“A ladybug.”
“Yuck.” Draco squirmed as he shuffled through his hair, pulling it back, his hair falling immediately without any gel. Draco sighed in frustration.
“Leave it, you look nice with your hair down.”
Draco froze, his heart beating, and if his face was crimson, Harry had said nothing of it, only a smile was Harry's return.
—
The third time they played, they got into an argument over Harry’s recklessness.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to do reckless things!” Draco yelled.
“Well, apparently not enough, Malfoy!”
“Why can’t you just listen to what I have to say!? You can’t keep on doing things that risk your life! There are people who care for you, damnit!”
“Oh? And are you one of them!?” Harry crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised.
“Yes! Fucking hell, of course!”
“Well, stop! I don’t want you to care for me!”
“I can’t just stop, Harry!”
“Then try.”
“I am.”
“Try harder! That’s not enough!”
“Fuck you, Harry! Fuck you. You just suddenly started hating me ever since we entered Hogwarts, do you know how much it hurts to know your best friend hates you!? You’re a bad friend.”
“Me? I’m a bad friend?”
“Yes, you. Who else? The ghost behind me?”
Harry scoffed “Well, maybe that’s because you’re a fucking git!”
“I hadn’t done anything! I may have insulted your friends these couple of years but I have never insulted them in first year! Nor have I you, or anyone else.”
Harry stayed quiet, apparently unaware of what to say.
Draco was now the one to scoff “Oh? Cat got your tongue?”
“No.”
“Out of excuse? If not, fucking speak, you coward.”
“I am not a coward.”
“If you aren’t you wouldn’t have left me behind,” Draco said, his voice cracking.
“I didn’t leave you behind.”
“Then what do you call that?”
“I..I don’t know.”
“Shame.” Draco said, his voice disappointingly cruel “You truly are out of excuses. Do you know why I tried my best to rebuild what we had? Because you matter to me, I care for you, I fucking loved you with all my heart, I wanted to be with you, but what did you want? Nothing to do with me is what you wanted.”
“No, that’s not true.”
“If it wasn’t true you wouldn’t have been so distant.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Denying it once again, keep denying it, Potter! Do it all you like, but it’ll always be labeled as that because that’s what it is!”
“Draco.”
“No, Potter. You may have been the one to break off our friendship but I’ll be the one to end it this time, can we even call this a friendship? I guess I’m the one who doesn’t know what to label it now.”
Draco scoffed as he waited for an answer from Harry, only to not get one, he spun around and left.
“Two wrongs don’t make a right, but I sure as hell would like it to.” Harry heard Draco say in the distance
—
Harry stayed there, frozen, his eyes feeling incredibly wet.
He pressed the edge of his palms to his eyes, his face falling, tears streaming down his face “I fucked this all up.” He said, his voice quiet.
He sucked in a sharp breath, reaching for the end of his shirt to scrub at his eyes, he sighed, looking down at his shoes.
‘I fucking loved you with all my heart, I wanted to be with you’
He loved me. He loved me. He loved me. He loved me. He loved me.
He.
Loved.
Me.
Past tense.
He wanted to be with me. He wanted to be with me. He wanted to be with me. He wanted to be with me.
He.
Wanted.
To.
Be.
With.
Me.
Past tense.
Everything horrible is past tense, isn’t it? Even if it’s a lovely memory, we’ll never be able to relive it, if it’s a terrible memory, we could always relive it, but not the same, everything horrible happens in the past tense.
Including Draco loving him. Including Draco wanting to be with him.
He fucked up, badly. Draco said it, Harry was the one to break up their friendship but he’ll be the one to end it.
No, please, don’t let it end.
Harry stared straight at the wall in front of him, his heart feeling faintly transparent like his heart was worn on his sleeve only to get it broken, except he was the one who broke someone’s heart first, now it was their turn, wasn’t it? Whatever good you do always comes back to you, I guess that’s the same for whatever bad you do.
He started walking to his common room, stopping only momentarily when he saw the way to the dungeons, he shook his head, finally in front of the painting.
“Caput Draconis,” Harry said, grimacing, dragons head, Draco’s name meant dragon, this was not appealing in the least.
The painting opened up, allowing him entry, he entered and immediately went to the Gryffindor towers, as soon as he entered he saw Hermione and Ron sitting on his bed, studying, why his bed? He quite frankly did not care.
He sighed and crawled on with them, it was a tight fit but it worked.
“Harr—“ Hermione said and looked down at Harry “What’s wrong?”
“I fucked it all up.” He said as he laid his forearm on his eyes.
“What? Your grades?” Ron asked.
“No, with Draco.”
“Oh.” Hermione and Ron said.
“I shouldn’t have broken our friendship back in first year.”
“It’s okay.” Hermione consoled.
“It’s not though, do you know what he said?” Harry said as he slightly lifted his forearm from his eyes, staring at them “He loved me, he wanted to be with me. He said he’d be the one to end our friendship, guess this is what this is.” Harry said, his eyes blurring.
“Harry, just go talk to him.” Ron sighed.
“I can’t, he won’t see me..probably.”
“Probably is not confirmation. Just try.” Hermione said, her eyes concerned.
“I fucked it up, I always do with Draco, just like when he tried in first year and I ignored him, when he sent smiles along my way only for me to scowl at him, when he got me a birthday presents each and every year only for me not to do the same, I’m a fuckup whenever it comes to Draco, a daft perpetual fuckup,” Harry said, digging his forearm back in his eyes, tears now visible on his cheeks.
“Harry, try, there’s always a reason to try,” Ron said.
Harry lifted his forearm from his eyes once again “Rubbish, when did you get so inspirational.” Harry choked out a laugh.
“Oh, you arsehole, I’ve always been inspirational!” Ron said, throwing a pillow at his head.
Harry laughed lightly, and smiled “Alright, I’ll try.”
The both of them sent a similar smile back at Harry.
—
And so, Harry tried, and every damn time he did Draco would leave, he really tried, but a week after, he found himself slamming Draco up against a wall in a broom cupboard.
“Stop avoiding me.”
“What’ll you do about it?”
“Slam you up against a wall in a broom cupboard, that just for your information is fucking tiny.”
“I’m not the one who got us in here.”
“If you had let me speak to you, we wouldn’t be here.”
“I have rights, and my rights involve the people I would like and would not like to associate myself with, you’re one of whom I would like not to associate myself with.”
“Well, too bad. I’m right here.”
“I can see that, I’m not the one who needs glasses.”
“Snarky as ever.”
“What can I say?” Draco shrugged.
“No need to say anything, let me talk.”
“I would rather you kept your mouth shut, and get your chest away from my chest. You know, so I can fucking breathe.”
Harry sighed a laugh and slightly moved away “There.”
“That’s barely an inch.”
“Yes? You told me to get my chest off of your chest, not get ten feet away from you.”
“I think I’d like to revoke my old statement. Stay ten feet away from all at all times.”
“Too late.”
“What?”
“Too late.” Harry cleared his throat “Listen, Draco. I’ve never wanted to grow away from you, I wanted the opposite, but can you blame me if that’s what I thought I should do if I had a crush on my best friend?”
“Save me the pleasantries.” Draco scoffed.
“I’m serious.”
Harry watched Draco cock his head in confusion then burst into laughter “A crush? On me? Are you serious? Are you just saying that because I told you I loved you?” Draco barely got the words out.
“No, I really do love you, Draco. I just didn’t know you loved me back.”
Draco pushed Harry farther away “Don’t play games with my feelings, Potter.” Draco said, a scowl on his face.
“I’m not.”
“Just..please, you don’t, I know you don’t, so, just please, can you not play with my feelings like I’m some type of doll? It’s heartless.” Draco said, his voice quiet.
“I swear to Merlin, I’m not playing with your feelings, Dray.”
Draco froze at that nickname, his breath catching in his throat “You don’t get to call me that after all that you’ve done.”
“Alright, I’m sorry, Draco. I do love you, you know. I always will.”
Tears fell down his eyes, his eyes burning and blurry as he tried to hide his tears “Is this some type of sick joke? Do you find pleasure in this? Continuously hurting me?”
“No—please..please don’t cry, I swear I don’t, I genuinely love you, Draco. I..I know I was an arsehole but I just didn’t know how to handle my feelings for you when I was younger. Please, Draco. I love you, I don’t hate you, I’ve never hated you.” Harry reached out and touched Draco, only to find out too late that that was probably a mistake, he was about to pull his arms away until Draco leaned into the touch.
“I’ll never forgive you.”
Harry slightly smiled “Okay.”
“But, I’ll also never stop loving you.”
Harry felt his heartbeat pick up, like it was in a race that was determined to win, Harry looked down at Draco, burying his head in Draco’s hair. There, the strange scent of green apples, and fancy soap mixed in with the fancy cologne, and trees.
Harry breathed him in like it was his last time, he kissed his head over and over again, sending apologies in between each kiss.
He hugged Draco tightly, and then, the crying stopped and it was only sniffling.
Draco looked at Harry, his face red, his eyes puffy, and his lips bitten.
Harry smiled softly.
He held onto Draco's chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
When they pulled back, all Harry could see were tears.
“W-Why’re you crying? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, j-just..I’m really happy.”
Harry grinned, holding in a laugh “Don’t you dare laugh, you git.” Draco said, burying his face in the nook of Harry’s neck.
“Alright, love.”
Draco froze and peeled his face away from Harry’s neck “Okay..good—yeah..good.” His face was red.
“What, love?”
“Yeah, love.” Draco nodded.
“Alright,” Harry said, a grin even brighter and bigger splayed on his face.
Draco smiled back.
“Now let’s get out of this filthy place,” Draco said, a grimace visible on his face even in the dim lighting.
Harry laughed and nodded, holding Draco’s hand as they opened the door and left the broom cupboard.