Peace is coming (maybe?)

Harry had told professor Mcgonagall that he would stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays. He had chosen to stay for two reasons; one, he wanted to help new students and carry on the little club similar to the D.A for younger students. Two, Draco malfoy was staying for the holidays and he was forcing himself to talk to him. The latter of the two reasons was the main reason but Harry wouldn’t admit it to anyone.

On Saturday morning he walked down to see Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna and Ginny off, as they left on the train for the holidays. Harry then walked all the way back up to the castle in the cold. snowflakes falling around him and icy breeze colouring his cheeks and the tip of his nose pink as he trudged his way up the stone path painted white from the snow.

When he got to the castle he saw Malfoy waiting by the large oak doors of the castle. Draco was wrapped tightly in a jacket and scarf, he had his gloved hand buried in his pockets and his face, oh his face was flushed pink from the cold. Harry wanted to walk up to him and wrap his arms around the taller boy and warm him up, but instead he went up and talked to him.

“Hey Malfoy, who are you waiting for?” Harry said, starting the conversation.

“What?” Malfoy said, spinning around to face Harry.

“I just asked who you were waiting for,” Harry repeated for him.

Draco moved his arms away from his pocket to wrap around his torso nervously. “Um, I was actually waiting for you,” he said looking down at his feet, his hair partly covering his now even more flushed face.

‘Was he blushing?’ Harry asked himself.

“Oh okay, why?” Harry said, trying not to make Draco uncomfortable.

“I just wanted to talk to you I guess,” he said in a small voice and a shrug, blushing even more.

An icy breeze made them both shiver so Harry suggested that they go back to the eighth year common room.

When they walk in Harry sees that the other Slytherins are still there, but when he thinks about it, it makes sense, they wouldn’t have a home to go back to after their parents were put into Azkaban. As they sit down to talk, Pansy Parkinson sends Draco a look, smirking with raised eyebrows.

Harry and Draco talked for about an hour before they headed to lunch. They end up sitting together for that as well. They talk about quidditch, classes, plans for the future and so much more. Harry found that he really enjoyed talking to Draco and he has even started calling him Draco instead of Malfoy now too. After hours and hours of talking they find themselves in their pajamas, sitting on draco bed, talking.

All of a sudden he gets the urge to kiss Draco, and of course being the idiot he is he leans in and closes the small amount of space left between them and connects their lips in a soft kiss. The kiss itself only lasts a few seconds before Harry pulls away.

“Sorry, i shouldn’t have done th-” He starts apologizing before Draco interrupts him, cupping his face with his soft hands and kissing him with his soft lips.

It was a soft, caring kiss. Harry had never had a kiss like this before, they were never as soft, caring and full of unsaid things like this one. Harry had never wanted it this bad before.

They pulled away before too long to catch their breath. Then Harry pushed Draco backwards so he was lying on his bed, leaning on his elbows. Harry got up onto his knees to straddle Draco's thin waist and kissed him.

This kiss was different. This kiss wasn’t soft or caring, it was desperate and hot, and Harry wouldn’t trade this for anything. Draco gasped at the (rather light) weight of Harry on his lap and Harry didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue between the soft skin of Draco's lips.