Harry was an inexperienced gay.
He had never kissed anyone or dated anyone or asked out anyone.
Whenever a cute guy or sometimes a nice girl came up to him to ask him out, he smiled guiltily and shook his head in rejection.
Many people had nicknamed him the heartbreaker of Hogwarts.
He suspected he was asexual or maybe aromantic until today.
His first day of his last year at Hogwarts when he realised that he was truly gay. It was the day when a new student transferred to Hogwarts.
It was the day Harry Potter realises how truly gay he was for Draco Malfoy, the student from Ilvermony.
As soon as he saw the beautiful boy, he almost tripped over his own feet, his eyes widening and jaw slacking.
He was entranced and absolutely smitten after the blond hair that was tied up in a braid and those bright grey eyes.
It was rumored that he was the son of a very rich and wealthy wizard who had been imprisoned for cheating on MACUSA for money. His mother and him had shifted back to London so they could be away from all the chaos.
Draco had approached their table with a gentle smile, "Hello," He looked at Harry.
"Hilo," Harry tried to grin.
"Pardon?" Draco furrowed his brows, his mouth turning into a small frown.
"I mean— hi— hello—I'm good, how are you?" He stuttered.
Draco laughed and shook his head, "I'm good, thank you for asking." He had said and stalked away with a blushed coated on his pale cheeks.
Harry groaned as his friends fell into laughter. His cheeks reddened further when Draco turned around and waved to him before leaving the Great Hall.
Harry placed his forehead on the table.
He was utterly and completely and ridiculously gay.
***
"Harry Potter, right?" Draco asked before sitting next to him.
Harry blinked a few times before answering, "Yes, you're Draco Malfoy and I'm Harry Potter."
"I know, love." The blond grinned and turned to face Professor Binns who was droning on and on about some Revolt and War between the Goblins and wizards.
Harry could hear a repeated buzzing in his ear. Love. Love. Love. Draco called him love.
Oh my god.
He called me love, Harry thought, his cheeks turning so red that he had to hide his face with his palms.
After calming down his massive gay panic, he took a few deep breaths. He needed to start a conversation otherwise Draco would think he was rude or very shy.
"Draco," Harry tapped his shoulder.
"Yes?" Draco turned to him, resting his cheek on his palm. He looked at Harry with those beautiful, beautiful grey eyes and Harry was lost.
"Uhhh— I— uhm—you— Do you can we play Quidditch?"
"I do play Quidditch, I was a seeker and yes, I'd love to play Quidditch with you." Draco smiled widely, it seemed he had gotten used to Harry's flustered mess.
Harry grinned at him, eyes crinkling.
They sat silently for the rest of the period, Harry shyly stared at him from time to time, admiring his beauty.
It was the first time Harry had actually enjoyed History of Magic.
As the bell rang, they packed up their books and left the room.
"I'll see you at the Quidditch pitch at six?" Draco placed a hand on his arm.
"Y-Yes!" Harry squeaked, "See you then."
Draco leaned down to kiss his cheek softly and whispered in his ear. "Check your pocket." He adored Harry's blushing face for a few seconds before leaving.
Harry stood there, stunned. He put out two pieces of paper from his pocket, which Draco had put.
The first piece of paper was beautifully crafted, folded and pressed into a round shape, like a ring. It was a paper ring.
The second piece of paper was curled up in a small ball.
You look cute when you blush, darling
I'll see you at six
xoxo
Draco ♡
p.s. it's a date :)
Harry felt his heart beating loudly in his chest.
***
Harry waited and waited for Draco to come but he he never did.
He sat their, at the edge of the pitch for three hours with hope and anticipation, but he felt everything fade away to a dull throb in his heart as the clock struck nine.
Of course, Draco was joking. Why would he want to go out with someone as ugly as Harry? Someone as weird and bad and stupid as Harry.
He could have anyone.
Harry wiped away the tears from his cheeks and walked back to the castle with his broom tucked under his arm.
The cold air cut sharply over his warm skin and he shivered, crying softly.
That night, he spent the entire time crying into Hermione and Ron's shoulders, complaining about how stupid he was and that he shouldn't have believed Draco.
He was better off being alone for eternity.
The next morning, he refused to get out of bed. Hermione checked his temperature and frowned.
"You have a fever. I'll get the potions from Madam Pomfrey. You should rest."
With a motherly kiss to his forehead, she left with Ron, who waved sadly, "Get well soon, mate. I'll kick Malfoy's ass for you."
Harry sniffled and smiled weakly, turning in his bed and lulling himself to sleep.
He woke up to a few knocks on the door.
"Come in," He said weakly, thinking that Hermione had finally got his potions from the Hospital Wing.
But to his utter horror and surprise, it was Draco who entered, his right arm in a sling and the other holding a bag of medicines.
"Hey," Draco smiled softly.
Harry looked away and frowned, "Go away." He sniffled. Draco's shoulders slumped, "Harry, listen to me. Please?"
Even Harry's heartbroken state couldn't ignore his pleas, "What?" He said, but didn't meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry I couldn't make it yesterday. I uhh—" He looked down at his hands bashfully, "I got a little lost and then when I finally found the way, I started running and then I twisted my foot and fell down."
"What?"
"Yeah, and then a blonde girl from Ravenclaw, Luna, helped me to the hospital wing where I spent the next four hours."
"Four hours!?" Harry said, surprised, "Woah."
"Madam Pomfrey made sure I was fit as a fiddle before I left. I'm sorry but I tried to come to you but she wouldn't let me go," He nervously held Harry's hand and squeezed it softly, "I would never stand you up."
Harry bit his lip and broke into a relieved expression. "Oh thank Merlin," He hugged Draco tightly, "Do you know the number of crises I've been through?" He huffed into his shoulder.
Draco hugged him back tightly, laughing at his words. "Sorry."
"It's okay, don't apologize." Harry said as he pulled back. "Besides, it's not everyday I have such a beautiful person in my dorm and that too on my bed." Harry grinned.
Draco blushed, a red hue spread over his pale skin. "My oh my, Potter!" He let out a small laugh, "Are you sure you're the same guy who almost tripped on his feet when I winked at you the other day?"
"That—I didn't trip!"
"Sure you didn't." Draco nodded sarcastically, "Just like you didn't greet me with 'Hilo' and then told me how you were."
Harry flushed, "Oh shut up." He looked away, embarrassed.
Draco placed his fingers on his chin and made him look at Draco. "It was cute."
Harry smiled shyly, "I— uhm—Th—Thank you."
Draco kissed his cheek. "I really want to kiss you." Harry swallowed heavily, "Why don't you."
"Because you're sick and I'm here to make you feel better, not snog you and make myself sick as well." Harry pouted but agreed to take the Potions but by Draco's hands.
"Thank you." Harry smiled.
"Anytime," Draco tidied up the bottles when he found the thing that made his heart beat like thunder.
"You kept it? I thought you might have thrown it away by now."
"I love it." Harry admired the red-green paper ring in Draco's hand.
Draco took Harry's hand and slipped it onto his ring finger, "There. Now we're married."
"Is it Mr. and Mr. Malfoy? Or Mr. and Mr. Potter?"
"Malfoy-Potter."
"I like the sound of that, husband."
"Me too, husband."
They laughed like little kids in love.