I
"Draco!" Pansy exclaimed.
I look towards her with an eyebrow raised as she smiles deviously. I roll my eyes at her, turning around and seeing Harry staring at our table with an eyebrow raised as well. I shrugged, and he blinked before what I know is a sigh coming from his mouth from Pansy's overreaction.
It wasn't really my fault it slipped out momentarily. Harry and I fixed our relationship, and we realized our mistakes, more me than anything, but he still apologized regardless. So yeah, it kinda slipped when Pansy had asked if I was fancying anyone, and I said Harry. I didn't think it was a big deal, but apparently, I was wrong.
"Does he know?" She questioned, more quietly from before.
"No, you idiot." I grunt, rolling my eyes at her stupidity.
"Draco, you have to tell him." She mutters.
"No." I deny swiftly.
"Draco, you have too." She whines.
I stare at her, looking her up and down as she stares at me. She wouldn't give this up, but she would respect my choice. Truthfully, I'm more scared than anything that Harry just wouldn't feel the same. Maybe even with us being friends, he couldn't look past my oldself and old choices. I would never admit that out loud, however.
I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment before looking back towards Harry. I grit my teeth together, seeing Ginny Weasley leaning over and fixing his hair out of his face. He smiles, probably thanking her as she admires his face. Christ, Harry is so pretty. No wonder the Weasley is all over him.
Harry looks towards me with a smile, and I couldn't help the feeling in my stomach, love. It sounds crazy to say, but at least I can admit it. But I still roll my eyes before turning back towards Pansy, and she stares right back at me. I ease my jaw, taking a deep breath.
"How am I supposed to tell him that when the Weasley girl is all over him." I mutter annoyed of this conversation.
"It doesn't matter who's all over him." Pansy explains pausing for a moment before continuing. "It only matters who he looks at, and it sure isn't her."
I stare at her, considering her words for a moment. She could be right. However, how can I just adore the way the Wealsey, and not just Ginny, all the Weasleys are attached to Harry. It's like he's already with them without even confirming it. How can I even go against that?
"Draco." Blaise grunts, and I look to the side of me where he sat. He gives a smile. "You never know unless you try."
I nod, agreeing. I can see their view, I truly have no idea how Harry feels, and I won't unless I ask. I'm not asking immediately, but maybe I can ask sometime soon just to try and feel for what's he's feeling. Maybe I can even ask one of his friends for information. That may raise questions. But it still fucking sucks.
"I fucking hate her all over him." I admit eyeing them carefully.
Blaise laughs before putting an arm around my shoulder. "We know, mate."
"We can try and invite him to sit with us sometimes." Pansy offers, and I glare at her.
"They aren't going to allow that Pansy." I growl.
"Have you ever asked?" She asks, eyeing me.
I stop and consider that for a moment. Truly no. But it's well known enough that people stay with their own houses, but maybe it's because people just don't expand. I look towards the front of the room, seeing Dumbledoor staring directly at me like he knows what I'm discussing. He nods and my eyes widen, this fuck.
"Fine, tomorrow, but he's sitting by me." I explain eyeing them.
"Of course, Dray!" She exclaims happily.
II
"Dray, did you finish the homework for transfiguration?" Harry asks.
I look down towards him as he wraps his hands around my arm, standing close to me. I smile at his warmth, and I nod my head, seeing the way his eyes lit up before I smirk leaning down towards his ears.
"And I'm not giving you the answers." I whisper into his ear.
I pull away, and his eyes are winded a slight flush on his face, making his green eyes stand out. I look towards his lips before back to his eyes, and he whines before pouting, looking at me. He's trying to give me the look he usually gives me.
"Dray please." He whines begging.
"Why didn't you finish it?" I ask.
"I was helping Hermione find a book she lost in the comman room." He explains, and I grit my teeth. "It took longer than we expected, and I didn't get to finish."
I consider him for a moment before wrapping my arm around his waist, pulling him close to me, his warmth radiating off. I click my tongue to the root of my mouth, thinking of if I should agree or not. If I deny him, he could just ask another friend. It could be Ron or even Hermione. I grit my teeth agian, my jaw hurting from my pressure.
"I will give you the answers." I admit, and I can hear his smile form. "On two conditions."
"Anything." Harry agrees.
I bite my lip hearing him say that. I could use that to my advantage. Perhaps ask him to kiss me, but I would rather confirm in my own term. It's tempting, but our kiss should be special not some fucking condition.
"Sit with the Slytherin's during dinner tomorrow." I demand, not letting it be a question.
"Is that even allowed?" He asks, considering.
"Indeed it is." I confirm for him. "You can ask Dumbledoor if you want. He confirmed it for me."
"No, I trust you." He agrees easily. "I'll sit with you guys. What's the other condition?"
My heart flutters at his words. I forget how easy he just accepted our friendship and how far we have come from the beginning. From hatred to love, our relationship has really expanded. I don't think I could ever leave Harry alone.
"It goes along with the first." I explain before smiling at him. "Will you start hanging out with the Slytherin's more? Just coming to the common room, they won't mind. I would come to yours but I think your housemates wouldn't appreciate it."
He stares at me just for a second, and then he smiles wide. I watch his eyes sparkle, and I feel my legs start to wobble. He's my damn weakness. He wraps his arms around my waist, bringing us ever so closer.
"Yeah, of course." He agrees easily once agian. "But I don't think they would mind if you came over Dray."
"Maybe, but I know my friends love having you around despite our house difference." I explain looking at him. "Better to make everyone comfortable."
"That's understandable." He agrees, opening his mouth before getting interrupted.
"Harry!" Someone is screaming as they run down the hallway.
"Oh hi, Cedric!" Harry greets smiling.
I stare him down as he runs down, coming straight towards Harry, not even connecting eyes with me, like I'm not even here. Fucking prick. Cedric apparently stares down at Harry, being taller than him, smiling.
"Do you want to hang out this weekend?" He asks, not even batting an eye towards me.
"Uh, I might, oh no, actually -"
"Actually, he's busy this weekend." I cut him off unexpectedly, but he just looks up at me.
Cedric finally fucking looks at me, before looking me and up down with no consideration. I can tell he's thinking for a moment before nodding at me, even though he's glaring. He drifts his eyes back to Harry with a smile.
"Another weekend, perhaps?" He asks.
"Yes, perhaps." Harry agrees easily.
Cedric nods at Harry, looking towards me for a second before taking his leave, and I roll my eyes at his back as he continues to walk away. Harry looks up at me with his eyebrow raised. I blink, knowing he has questions, and I can't really give answers.
"We need to get to the library so you can finish that homework." I remind him.
He gasps before grabbing my hand and starting to pull me to the library in a complete hurry. We have all the time in the world. But I feel it won't be enough.
III
I take a step towards the dining hall after walking up from the dungeons. The damn pests let me sleep in and didn't even wake me up when they left ahead of when we usually did. I see Harry and Ron walking. I grit my teeth, watching Ron ruffle Harry's hair, then rub his arm.
He needs to mind personal space. I relax, taking a breath, trying to calm myself. They're just friends, Pansy had to reassure me this thousands of times. She spoke to Hermione about Ron and Harry, and she was delighted to hear Pansy's interest, well, as Pansy quoted. I think she lied about that, but I would never ask for sure.
"Dray!" Harry exclaimed.
"Harry." I greet a smile, wanting to spill.
He quickly comes to my side, hugging me, putting his head on my chest. I get a whiff of his cologne, smiling softly before kissing the top of his temple, rubbing my hands down his arms, getting rid of the Weasley's touch. He pulls back, but I keep my arm around his waist.
"Hey, Draco." Ron greets carefully.
"Hey." I greet, watching my tone carefully.
We talk for a second before Harry starts pulling us to the hall for dinner. I nod following suit as Ron makes a final comment expecting us to spilt, but I make sure Harry stays with me. Ron pauses for a moment, expecting Harry to come towards him before raising an eyebrow.
"Harry, are you coming?" Ron asked.
I watch the Weasley look Harry up and down while doing so. He made it so obvious that it made me think that maybe he wasn't doing it on purpose, but it made me want to break his teeth. But I resisted out of love for Harry, as I don't think he would be quite happy with me if I hurt one of his best friends after everything. And maybe he didn't mean it in a romantic way.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ron! Draco and his friends asked me to sit with them today." Harry explains carefully.
"That's allowed?" Ron asks.
"Of course it is." I grunt, looking at him as he stares at me with a look I had no interest in figuring out.
Ron just nodded, baring farewell to Harry as I led him to our table, making Nott move across next to Pansy, letting Harry have more room but still next to me. I wrapped my arm around his waist after he sat, and he immediately scooted closer to me. I smirk, enjoying his quick acceptance.
"I do hope Ron's okay." Harry mutters, looking towards his usual table.
I bite my lip from letting a snarky remark out. He cares for his friend, but this doesn't make him in love with him. That means he has a heart, but I already knew this. Harry is the kindest soul there is, and that's the truth of everyone. No one could deny that even if they tried.
"I'm sure he's fine, darling." I assure him quickly. "Ron's a big boy, and Hermione is there shall he need anything."
He nods, smiling at me before agreeing. "You're right, Draco."
"Harry." Theo grunts out of nowhere, I glare at him immediately. "Are you dating anyone?"
I'm going to break his neck into small pieces tonight before bed. I glare at him, and he smiles at me, not even caring. He looks back at Harry, and I squeeze his side softly in comfort. He looks up to me, and I give him a slight smile.
"You don't have to answer that, Harry." I assure him carefully.
"Oh, it's okay, Draco." He assures me, and I smile adoring him. "And no, Theo, I'm not dating anyone."
"Sweet." Theo basically whistles.
I blink for a second before turning my head towards Theo. He looks at me, his eyes widening for a second and shrinking into himself, obviously scared. Pansy raises an eyebrow before looking at me and shaking her head. Too late.
"I will ring your neck, Theo." I promise carefully. "Mind your tone."
"Oh, Draco, it's okay -"
"Apologies, Draco." Theo assues me, and I glare at him. "I'm sorry to you as well, Harry."
Theo quickly starts stuffing his face like he should've been doing in the beginning, but I roll my eyes before facing Harry. He looks amused with how this situation played out. I'm not much amused myself, Theo pushed a button I warned him not to push.
"Are they scared of you?" Harry asks in a hushed tone, his mouth near my ear.
I think for a moment. I want to laugh and say yes out of spite, but truthfully, they aren't. However, they know that I would do anything for Harry. So yes, Theo was scared because he didn't know how far I would go against a friend for Harry. I would go the same, but at least he knows that now.
"No, Harry, they aren't." I whisper into his ear. "Theo just.. he pushed a button he was warned he shouldn't push, and he knows now what I would do if he continued."
"So he's scared now?" He asks, blinking up at me.
"If Theo has the right mindset, yes, he should be scared now." I agree easily, watching Harry carefully for any discomfort.
He didn't show any. He just simply smiles, and I, in return, smile the same. Harry starts putting food on his plate, and I do the same, easily navigating with only one arm. It's much easier than one thinks, but maybe it's because I'm a wizard. I find a lot of things are easier because of what I am.
"Draco." Harry whispers, and I lean my head down towards him, humming so he knows I heard him. "Are you interested in anyone?"
I pause for a moment at his question. I look towards his face, seeing the hint of blush on his cheeks bringing out his green eyes. He would look great in a Slytherin tie. That much was obvious, the red tie clashed with his eyes, and I wish he was just in Slytherin. It would fix many issues.
I tear myself out of my thoughts, staring down at his lips and seeing his hands turning white from him, holding onto his pants so roughly. I blink, looking back into his eyes, he's seems nervous. It's written all over his face. But he shouldn't be, I want him asking these questions. I want him.
I remove my arm from around him, rectuantly, of course, before grabbing his hands, taking them away from his pants, before giving them a gentle squeeze. Assuring him. I smile, and his smile returns to his face, looking at me in admiration. I found myself staring at him the same way.
"There's someone who's caught my eye." I tell him, carefully avoiding any other information. "If you stay on my good cards, Harry, I'll tell you."
"I wouldn't want it any other way." Harry admits assuring me, smiling wide while doing so.
"It won't be too long, darling." I assure him, giving his hands another squeeze before letting go. "I can't keep myself away from you."
I looked away from him, missing the red that engulfed his face. I instead start eating the dinner that Hogwarts has brought me these past years. One more year here, and then off to hell knows what. But all I know is I just need to be next to Harry in the process.
IV
"Dray." Harry whispers, and I whip my head towards him.
He smiles, and I return it, of course, but also with an eyebrow raise. He points to his book, and I roll my eyes at him, sighing softly. I look up to meet Snape's eyes. He's well aware of how much of a crush I've formed on Harry. I learned that the first time Harry sat with us during dinner.
It was a very interesting conversation to be having with him. I pull myself out of my thoughts, locking eyes with him before he blinks, and I raise an eyebrow, pointing towards Harry. He closes his eyes and sighs. Most would think it's disappointment, but I know otherwise. He nods, and I smirk, looking towards Harry.
He smiles, connecting eyes with me. I wave him over, and he nods eagerly before picking up his stuff. I see Ron talking to him, and Harry responds before picking up his book and walking over to me. I smile, looking towards Ron seeing a confused expression all over his face. I turn around, seeing Harry place his book down on my table.
"So the idiot needs my help?" I ask quietly, teasing him.
"I'm not an idiot." Harry argues quietly before sitting down in the chair. "But you're the smartest other than Hermione."
I smirk my face, warming at his praise. I look towards him, pulling our chairs closer together, his knee going into my thigh, creating a connection between us. He doesn't pull away. If anything, he pushes us closer, our shoulders basically touching. He flips open to the page he, I'm presuming, he needs help on.
"Then why don't you ask Granger?" I ask him, watching my tone seeing Snape staring directly at us.
He thinks for a moment, pushing his glasses farther up his nose. I smile, admiring his face as he does so. Sometimes, I wonder if Harry ever does think of getting his eyesight fixed with a potion. It's expensive as hell, but he wouldn't have to worry about it. I'm sure Pansy, Theo, or Blaise would happily provide such a thing if I don't first, of course.
"I don't know." He admits honestly before looking at me with a smile. "I guess just something about you, Draco, it.. I guess it draws me in."
I stare at him for a moment. His words came into focus in my brain. I wonder what draws him into me, but I won't push. His eyes focused on mine, his face lightly pink from blushing. I smile at him, putting my hand on his thigh and giving it a squeeze, assuring him.
"Now, what did you need help with?" I ask.
"Ah, right, of course." He mutters a smile plastered on his face.
He points to multiple questions, and I answer them with ease. They weren't the hardest questions I have ever answered, and I would think that Harry would know these. But maybe he's just not thinking today. Despite how I called him an idiot, Harry isn't. He is actually smart, so this is confusing, to say the least.
"Harry, you should know this." I remind him gently, my hand around his waist.
He nods his head, obviously agreeing with what I'm saying. A light blush on his face, maybe from embarrassment, I probably should've been nicer about it. I squeeze his side, and he looks at me a smile on his face. He doesn't seem that upset. That's good. The last thing I want to do is upset him.
"If you need to study sometime, I'm always free, Harry." I mutter carefully, looking at his face. "I think you know this though, you are smart, so why are you asking me this?"
"I just.." He pauses for a moment, nibbling on his lip. "I think I forgot."
That's the most horrendous lie I have ever been told, and I've been lied to a lot. More than I should've been, but Harry lying is the most obvious thing. Maybe I hang around him too much that I can tell, but when he's nibbling on his lip, it gives away the lie itself.
"If you don't want to tell the truth, that's fine." I mutter, and he faces me. "But don't lie, I know you, Harry, you don't forget easily."
"I just want to spend more time with you." He admits bluntly before sighing, and I smile. "I want to sit by you in class and stuff like that, not just dinner and when we can be free."
"Then you should've just said something, Harry." I admit, and he smiles sheepishly. "I'll just ask Blaise to sit with Pansy more often."
"You really dont have to." He disagrees quickly. "I don't want to intrude on Blaise."
"Please darling, you aren't intruding. If anyone is, it's Blaise, and he will tell you that himself." I admit honestly before smiling.
He smiles largely before nodding and turning back to his book, filling out all the answers he knows. I roll my eyes, seeing his whole paper completed in less than a minute. I shake my head, pulling him closer to me before squeezing his side with a smile.
"I knew you weren't an idiot." I mutter.
He laughs, and before Snape can even think of taking points from Harry, the magical bell, I like to call it, rings. I gather my stuff quickly, Harry, doing the same, and we walk out together. I can basically hear Snape's glare in the back out of head. He will soon learn that I will do everything for Harry.
"Harry!" A Weasley yells (they all have the same yell, at least I think so).
We both turn our heads over our shoulders seeing Ron, could've guessed that, along with Hermione walking next to him following along. I stare at her, nodding towards her, I have made my peace with her, whether or not she accepts that is up to her, and I'll respect her either way. I have said a lot of shit that shouldn't have been aloud, but we all have.
Growth is an amazing thing. I think if a few years ago you would've told me I apologized to these three, I would've laughed straight in your face. I would've thought you were lying, but now I see the way these three act, and I can't help but admire the friendship they have had with Harry all these years. I wish I was part of it, but at least now I am.
"Oh hey!" He smiles, greeting the two.
"Are you coming with us to the library?" Hermione asks, cutting off Ron, and I blink, surprised but not really.
Recently, I can't help but notice how much Hermione and Ron are protective of Harry. It's admirable, and I thank them, silently, for it. I can't always protect Harry because of our different houses, but they can. My heart is always thankful for that. I think I would be jealous, but if it keeps Harry safe, I can't really be jealous of something so appreciated.
I feel Harry's hand slide around my arm, squeezing it, and I smile, looking towards him. He is looking up at me as well, a smile written all over his face, and I can't help but shake my head at his actions. I put my hand over his, tapping his fingers a few times, but he just keeps smiling as he turns his attention back to the two.
"I'm going to hang out with Draco and a few more of our friends for a little." He admits carefully before smiling. "Maybe another time."
Ron opens his mouth, but Hermione puts a hand on his shoulder, and he looks at her. They connect eyes, like they talk in a silent conversation, before Ron nods, taking a breath and smiling at Harry before nodding at him. Hermione looks at Harry and smiles.
"Another time." She agrees easily.
Harry smiles, giving them each a hug and exchanging their goodbyes before Harry comes back to my side, and I put my arm around his waist, keeping him close as we walk towards the dungeons. I hear Harry talking, and I hum at times, letting him know im listening, but my brain can't stop thinking.
I think that maybe Hermione knows more than she lets on. Maybe she's noticed. Maybe Harry knows and just hasn't pointed it out. But he wouldn't have acted like that in Potions if that was the case. I bite my cheek before shaking my head, escaping the terrible thoughts. It's fine. It will all be fine.
V
His hand wraps around mine, intertwining our fingers, and I look seeing a smile plastered across his face. I roll my eyes at his face, but I have a smile of my own forming. I squeezed his hand to assure him that it was fine and I felt a squeeze back. I rub my thumb on the outside of his hand as he scoots closer to my side.
"Draco." Harry whines, and I smile, rolling my eyes at his overreaction.
"Yes, Harry?" I ask, and he looks at me pouting.
"Can you please help me with this, I'm literally going to fail the owls." He whines, throwing himself on his back on the grass.
It was a particularly nicer day, so my group and Harry's two trouble makers agreed to hang out today in the sun. It was nice, the warmth grounding in every possible way, and with the owls coming soon, it was a nice day to study. However, I soon learned that Harry hated studying along with the heat. Because of this, you shouldn't mix these two things.
"You'll be fine, Harry." I assure him a smile escaping from my lips. "You're just overreacting."
"Hush! I'm not overreacting." Harry disagrees, huffing out a breath, one would think annoyance, but I know him better than that.
I squeeze his hand gently before laying down beside him. I lay on my side, and he does the same scooting closer. We face each other, our legs touching each other, and our hands connect in the middle. I move his hair out of his face, and he smiles in thanks.
"Harry, you're smarter than you're giving yourself credit for." I assure him before smirking. "I would never hang around someone stupid."
"Hey!" He gasps before hitting me lightly, and I laugh out in response.
I smile as he just stares at my face, looking intently before his hand touches my face. I close my eyes for a moment, feeling his fingers trace every inch of my face, making me smile in response. He traced that, too. I open my eyes, and we connect eyes, not for long as I look over his face seeing his cheeks flushed red.
"If you're hot, Harry, you can use a cooling charm." I remind him gently, and he just smiles.
"I'm okay, Dray." He assures smiling. "Thank you, though."
I nod before squeezing his hand. He leans forward, putting our foreheads together, and I smile as he closes his eyes, enjoying the comfort. I do the same, enjoying his presence around me. I can hear the faint talking of our friends in the background discussing things. I can even hear someone complimenting Harry, but he doesn't stir, and so I don't either.
He rarely pays attention to things like that anymore. At least from other people. He enjoys when I compliment him, and I feel the same way. Harry is different, and I can't help but enjoy the way his face shines with dimples when he really smiles. I find it adorable just to see. Along with the way his glasses fall forward and he has to fix them. If given the option, I would do it for him a thousand times a day.
However, once I get him the eyesight potion, he won't need those glasses. It will be a shame missing the way he fixed them, but I'll be able to see his face clearer. Even Pansy agreed with me, giving me her fashion tips. Because if anyone has fashion, it's her. At least that is what she says, and I'm not in the mood to argue with her.
I open my eyes, feeling the wind move my hair, and I look to Harry. His eyes still closed as the wind moved his hair around. I smile, watching him carefully before leaning forward and kissing his nose gently before pulling back as if it never happened. Harry opens his eyes and smiles, meeting mine. He squeezes my hand once again, and I do the same.
"You never did tell me who you fancied." Harry mutters carefully watching me.
I blink for a moment, considering. I never did. It's true. I was, I guess, afraid of what Harry would say. That he wouldn't feel the same way. I sorta forgot I promised him eventually to tell him if he stayed on my good side. He deserves to know that, obviously, he's been on my good side. He's been patient and understanding. But I bite my lip, the words difficult to produce.
I sigh heavily, squeezing his hand, my nerves, wrecking my body. Harry squeezes back in reassurance. I look at him, seeing a bright, assuring smile on his face. If he does end up hating me. At least, I got to know him this long. At least I mended one thing that I always wanted. But I'll always want him.
"Harry." I mutter, and he hums before I meet his eyes. "His name is Harry."
Harry lays there for a moment, his face blank of emotion, and I almost want to slam my head into the tree next to us. I could really, but it wouldn't be much help. It would just hurt, and I wouldn't be able to face Harry agian. But he squeezes my hand, and I snap my eyes to his, seeing a smile vibrant on his face.
"You should've said something silly." He mutters smiling before moving closer to me before whispering. "I fancy you too, Draco."
My eyes widened, and I blinked, still seeing him in front of me. "Is this a dream? Because this is really cruel if so."
Harry laughs, that honey laugh, and I could just listen to it all day as he smiles, shaking his head. "It's not a dream, Draco. I love you."
My heart does a somersault in my chest. Beating against my ribcage as heat spreads all over my face, my face becoming flushed from blushing. Harry smiles, and I just smile in return, squeezing his hand. So it's really not a dream. This is reality. Harry James Potter actually loves me.
I look at him before bringing him closer, our faces next to each other before whispering. "I love you too."
He smiles, and I lean in, connecting our lips. He kissed back, licking my bottom lip, and I couldn't help but smile. We keep kissing for a few more seconds, enjoying each other's taste before I hear someone clapping, and pull apart from Harry, ignoring the whine slipping past his mouth. I open my eyes seeing Hermione and Pansy standing there.
"It's about damn time!" Pansy hisses her arm wrapped around Hermione's waist.
"Exactly what I was thinking." Hermione agrees easily with her, pushing herself even closer to Pansy, and I snort before smiling.
Oblivious.
"I've heard too much about Draco rambling on and on about Harry's good looks for a year." Pansy announces teasing, and I roll my eyes.
"You're not the only one Pans!" Blaise yells from next to Ron as they discuss whatever they want.
"Yeah, I don't even wanna imagine what you heard in the boy's room." Pansy admits, and my jaw drops.
"Pansy!" I yell, my face flushing.
"I'm just kidding." She laughs smiling as Hermione watches her face a smile on her lips in the same way.
I connect eyes with Harry, and he smiles, noticing the same thing. They are so obvious it's almost... Oh shit, was I literally the same way with Harry. I look to Harry, and he just smiles, already making the same observations as me. The girls walk away after Pansy controls her laughter, sitting down beside each other once again.
I wonder how long it will take them before they realize, surley the same as Harry and I. Maybe even less, they are both smart girls, but Harry and I are both smart boys. So, I suspect around the same time frame as us would be the case. Maybe a few weeks sooner, definitely not months, unless someone points it out.
"Draco." Harry mutters, and I snap my eyes to him, smiling. "Do you have something to ask?"
I roll my eyes before squeezing his hand before bringing it up to my hand and kissing his palm. "Not how I imagined doing this, but this will work." I mutter before leaning our foreheads against each other. "Harry James Potter, will you do me the honor and be my boyfriend?"
Harry smiles before speaking. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, I would love to be your boyfriend."
"Thank Merlin." I mutter.
He laughs, and I smile at him as he connects our lips agian in a simple kiss, but there would be time for that later. For now, I will be using my time to cherish Harry. Showing him the love he's always deserved. Harry will no longer know anything but love, and that much is sure. No one will hurt him again now that I'm around.
He has me until the stars melt, and the earth can no longer hold us together.
Even then, I'll find my way into his arms, and he will find his way into mine. In every universe, no matter the place or time. It's him and I. No one can separate that.
Our love is infinite, even if we aren't.