I love him. It’s stupid and I know he hates me, but I love him. The wars over now, and I have nothing to lose. He’s training to be an auror, and I’m doing mandatory schooling at Hogwarts. The worst he can do is publish the letter and out me. I don’t think anyone would mind that the Malfoy heir likes men.
Harry testified at my trial over the summer, and he was incredibly passionate. I’m sure that he has to feel something for me. I know he’s not with the Weaslette. They’re on a break while she’s finishing school. I can write him a letter. I sat at my desk and pulled out my quill.
I tell him everything. How I was desperate to be his friend while we were younger, but when that didn’t work, I decided to get his attention in a different way. He never noticed when I was kind, so I was mean. He was handsome, friendly, and had everything I’d always wanted.
I tell him that I loved him, and that was the real reason I couldn’t bring myself to identify him at the manor. I confess that I didn’t want to kill him in the room of lost things, I was only doing a job assigned to me. I thank him for saving me and giving me a second chance at life. I confess everything to him and send it.
I don’t expect a response at all, but having it all written out and on its way to him made my life feel lighter. I’ve been miserable since school started. Everyone hates me and blames me for starting the war. It was largely my fault, but I didn’t have much of a choice.
***
The next day, I’m sitting at the table in the Great Hall when a letter arrives from Harry. Yule is approaching and I immediately feel like throwing up as I stare at the letter in my hand.
“Has he actually read it? ” I think to myself as I slowly open the letter. My heart stops as I read the simple lines:
I feel the same way. Meet me in the room of requirement this Saturday at 3.
-HP
It has to be a ruse. A cruel joke to torment me. I reply with a confirmation and sit with unparalleled anxiety for the rest of the day.
****
I stand outside of the Room of Requirement, horrified by what I may find on the other side. Eventually, I find the courage to walk in. As I step through the doors, I’m pleasantly surprised to find a man on the other side with bright green eyes and a lightning scar.
“Draco!” Harry beams, “Welcome to our first date!”
“What?” I ask hesitantly. I look next to him and see a plethora of foods and drinks. I’m immediately overwhelmed. It can’t be real.
“A date,” Harry smiles, “You love me and I happen to love you back. So, I asked you on a date. You said yes, so here we are.”
“Is this real?” I look around the room, and am surprised it really is just us. Harry laughs slightly and walks over to take my hand.
“Extremely,” he smiles, “I took time off and called in favors to have this with you. I wouldn’t dare try to ruin this because you didn’t expect an answer.”
“What about Ginny?” I ask.
“She understands,” he smiles, “I have your favorites, let’s eat.”
I sit with him and for the first time since I’ve met him, our conversation is civil. He’s smart, funny, and incredibly attractive. He brought firewhisky with him, and after a few drinks, we finally get comfortable.
“You’re incredibly handsome, Draco ,” Harry whispers in a sultry tone. I swallow slowly. I know Griffyndors are brave, but I didn’t expect him to be forward.
“Thank you,” I smirk, “You’re not too bad either. I love your eyes.”
He grins at me and leans in close. He smells like whiskey and rain. I’m not sober enough to be this close to him.
“Take a closer look,” he smirks. I stare into his eyes and lust is burning behind them. He wants me, and I realize I want him too. I can’t. I haven't been with anyone and that’s going to be special. I’m worth more than on the floor of the room of requirement. I stand up and brush off my clothes.
“This was wonderful, Harry,” I say awkwardly, “I hope we can do this again. I really do enjoy your company, and I think…”
Harry stood to take my hand. He stepped into me and got very close to my face.
“I like you, Draco,” he bites his lip temptingly, “I like you more than you probably think.”
“I…” I froze. I don’t know what to do. I want to run away, but I also desperately want to know what he tastes like. We stood in a heated silence for several moments. Neither of us knew what the other wanted.
Suddenly, mistletoe is placed between us. Harry grins wickedly, puts his arms around my waist, and kisses me like I’m the only person he’s ever wanted. It was my first kiss. I’m immediately overwhelmed with a million emotions. He felt like happiness and home. I’ve spent so long in the shadows, drowning alone… and Harry had just pulled me back to land instantaneously.
I kiss him back, thanking him for a sense of relief that I didn’t realize I’d been missing. His hands move to cup my ass and pull me closer to him. I’m not ready, but I don’t want to stop him. I put my arms around his neck and grip his hair.
His tongue begs for entry, and I hesitantly accept him. He’s it for me. If he lets me keep him, I’ll happily hoard him. He pressed his cock against mine, before pulling back and pulling my shirt off of me. He was tempting. I wanted him. I’d dreamt about having him for years, but… this was my first kiss. It was too fast. I pulled back.
“Harry,” I swallowed. He looks at me anxiously as I regain my composure.
“I want you,” I quickly assure him, “I do, but that was my first kiss, and I’m…”
He puts his hand over my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he smirks, “I didn't know that was your first kiss. I’ll make sure the next one is sweeter.”
I gently move his hand off of my mouth, but don’t let go.
“Next one?” I whisper.
“I’m free on weekends, and I’m very good at sneaking around the castle,” Harry smiles, “Same time tomorrow?”
I smirk and nod, suddenly filled with excitement for the hope that Harry’s offering me.