Broken Mirror

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Harry came awake to a gentle shove on his shoulder. Groaning and reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes, he rolled onto his back and blink the blurriness from his sight. What came into view has the air in his lungs backing up and trying to choke him. Draco leaned over him, silky white hair falling into his eyes as the frown on his lips deepened.

“Fuck, Potter, you sleep like a dead person when you mean it. Took you forever to wake up, ponce. Granger is gone.”

Harry knew it took him an inelegant amount of time to comprehend the words from Draco’s mouth with him right there, hovering above him, looking for all the world like an angel. A pissed off, frowning, sleep deprived, grumpy angel. But Harry wasn’t all that worried about the specifics at the moment. Until the words settled into his addled brain and his head jerked to the side to see that in fact, yes, Hermione’s side of the bed was empty.

He felt that usual moment of panic as the fear welled up that she was out of his sight before he reminded himself, they were in Hogwarts, and they had a tentative understanding with their dorm-mates, and she was probably just getting a glass of water or a snack from the house elves or something as equally mundane. Pulling his arm from under the covers, hand brushing Draco’s arm as he went and suppressing the shiver that tried to crawl its way up his spine at the contact, he summoned the Marauder’s map from his room and his wand from the side table.

Draco gave him a confused look as he leaned back, Harry pushing up to sit with his knees crossed as he unfolded it on his lap. Pointing his wand, he took a calming breath and hoped he wasn’t making a mistake by doing this in front of the blonde Slytherin.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

As the magic of the map swirled to life, he smirked to himself at the gasp of surprise that Malfoy was unable to hide. Following the lines of the walls until the map settled on their area of the castle, he couldn’t contain his own gasp of surprise as his eyes fell on Hermione’s dot. She was in Nott’s room. And if the closeness of their names was any indication, she was literally in his space. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks at the implication of that.

“She’s… uh…”

His voice cracked and he cleared his throat to try to banish the embarrassment of having trespassed on his friends' privacy this way. Whatever was happening was none of his business. None!

“Mischief managed.”

The map vanished as he folded it quickly and sent it flying back to its spot in his room.

“She’s with Nott and um, I mean, I am sure they are fine, or you know, whatever. Maybe she wanted to talk to him or, I mean, maybe she couldn’t sleep and neither could he… or maybe, um, I mean…”

His words ceased in his chest as a soft hand cupped his cheek and lifted his face. Draco’s eyes were a shining silver as the moonlight outside landed inside his irises and Harry’s breathing stopped once more. 

Merlin, he was beautiful. 

The strands of his hair falling into those softened eyes, the porcelain of his skin, the tilt of his nose and the sharp line of his aristocratic jaw. Try as he might, Harry couldn’t seem to pull his gaze from the other boys. A pink tongue flicked out to lick that full bottom lip and the groan that crawled from the pit of his stomach up his throat and fell from his lips startled not only him but the confused wizard in front of him.

“Potter?”

Potter. Always fucking Potter. He didn’t want to be Potter to him anymore. He didn’t want the separation of last names. He didn’t want the miles and miles of their past between them anymore. He just witnessed the miracles of magic tonight fix one of his best friends. He saw the other one laughing as he carried the girl who had won his heart off to his room, both of them oblivious to the eyes watching in amusement and joy. 

Damn it. 

He had fought, died, been resurrected and through it all, he had been hopelessly in love with the boy in front of him. Why, just once in his life, couldn’t he have something he wanted instead of all the things people told him he should want, be, have?

“I love you.”

He watched as Draco’s eyes widened at the same rate as his. What the fuck was that? Had he really just said that? Merlin and Godric, he was a fucking idiot. A colossal, impulsive, rampaging Griffindor fucking idiot. 

He felt the tears well in his eyes. Tears of frustration at himself and the situation. Tears that for years he tried to hold in knowing he had lost his heart to the only wizard in the entire fucking wizarding world that would never return his feelings. Snape was right. He was an absolute dunderhead. A broken, scarred, wizard that was always going to be reaching for affection he wouldn’t ever find.

Draco blinked, his lips falling open in shock as he just stared at him. He had to fix this. Maybe he could play it off as a joke. Maybe obliviate the blonde before he could resist. Something. Anything. He had to fix this before it broke the last piece of him that might still be human.

“Shit. Um. Look… Malfoy… I…”

His words were cut off as warm breath cascaded over his lips before that plump bottom lip he had just been staring at landed below his and his own was sucked gently between the Slytherin’s teeth and nibbled on. His mind blanked of all thought as he groaned and tilted his head at the urge of Draco’s hand still on his cheek. 

He wasn’t sure what happened next as his entire body lit on fire under the onslaught of those lips caressing his. He followed like a lost lamb as a tongue peeked out to swipe across his lips, opening for the other wizard, battling for a place in his mouth as the blonde did the same. It was insanity. It was pain and pleasure, shimmering heat and shivering skin. 

He had no idea how much time passed as they kissed each other breathless. In between pants to try to get some needed air, their hands gripped and caressed, hair destroyed in their wandering. As Draco finally broke from their locked kiss to look down at him, Harry realized he was laying once more on his back, knees bent around the other wizard's hips. He was pressed from chest to hips with the love of his life and everything was quiet, his head clear.

Looking up, he fell into Draco’s eyes, the pupils blown so wide that the silver was almost gone to the black. His hands were fisted in all that gloriously soft hair and without his conscious mind leading his actions, he swept a few locks from the blonde’s face just to watch them fall right back into place. It brought a soft smile to his face that the other wizard matched.

“Care to elaborate on your last statement, Pot… Harry?”

There it was. His name. His given name on those perfect lips, attached to that perfect fucking face. He knew Draco had said it before now, during classes and meals and other times he couldn’t seem to bring to mind at the moment. But none of them meant as much as this one. With his warmth seeping through the t-shirt and pajama bottoms he wore, those nimble fingers tracing a path under the hem and across his sides, that swelling look of desire burning in his eyes. It was everything he could have dreamed of and it was real.

He had a moment of fear skate down his spine. What if Draco only did that because he was so obviously open to it? What if he didn’t feel the same? Harry knew after coming alive in Draco’s arms, he would never be able to find that apathy to protect himself with again. What if…

“Harry! Stop it. I can practically see your brain turning.”

That soft hand cupped his face again and snapped Harry back to the present moment and the situation he seemed to have found himself in. And as usual, with the wizard in his presence, snark seemed to be the first language to come to his aid.

“Not sure how I’m supposed to elaborate ‘I love you’, Malfoy. I thought that one was pretty well explained by the exclamation alone.”

He could have kicked himself. He was ruining this chance with his Merlin be damned bad habits. He held his breath, waiting for the inevitable fall out. When all he got was one side of Draco’s mouth ticking up into a smirk, he found the air release from its trapped state.

“Usually, I would say that’s true, Potter. But since it’s you and me, maybe have some mercy and explain.”

Oh, the bastard sounded so damn smug Harry wanted to smack that smirk off his face. Evil, loathsome, foul, little cockroach, indeed. He opened his mouth to tell him so only to gasp and bite his lip as Draco shifted his hips and a fission of electric pleasure shot up his spine and left the top of his head tingling.

“Hmmm. This could become a very useful tactic in keeping you from spouting out all that raging hate at me when you are feeling peaky.”

Harry couldn’t help it. He laughed. A short burst of air and sound that caused Draco to jerk against him, eyes shutting with a hiss.

“You are such a prat, you know that?”

Composing himself once more, Draco looked down at him and grinned.

“I’ve been told. Explain, Potter. Before I decide to use underhanded, Slytherin tactics to get the answer out of you.”

Well. Now he didn’t want to say a damn thing. That sounded… well, that sounded perfectly alright with him. He watched Draco read his expression and when the blonde chuckled, it sent butterflies tumbling into his stomach and up to match his rapidly beating heart.

“I take it back. Explain or I am going to move and go back to my own room.”

Harry's hands moved before he could think, once again proving he had no damn control over himself. Old habits were a pain in his arse. Gripping Draco’s hair and pinning him down with his legs wrapped around his waist, he shook his head in denial.

“Please don’t.”

He wasn’t sure if it was the fearful death grip or the softly spoken plea, but Draco melted against him without hesitation. They laid that way, entwined and staring at each other for several minutes before he finally gave up trying to save the last bit of his secret.

“Nothing much to explain. I love you. I’ve pretty much loved you since second year. Even when I hated everything you stood for, everything you said and did, I loved you. Poor Ron and Hermione had to be the ones to listen to me rant and rave, pick up the pieces when I stopped crying, and keep me moving in the right direction when it got to be too much. I had finally gotten control of it and then the manor happened. You didn’t tell them it was me even though I knew that you knew. You let me disarm you and escape.”

He released Draco’s hair to run his fingers gently down his face, cupping his jaw to bring him back in. As their lips met, he smiled into the kiss.

“I never had a chance. It was always you.”

The kiss this time was soft and slow. Harry could feel Draco’s surprise and awe in every sweep of his tongue, every nip of his teeth. He poured his love and his forgiveness and his hope back at the other wizard and was rewarded with receiving the same. He didn’t know where this would go when the morning light came but for now, for the first time in years, his mind was quiet, his heart was alive, and he was completely and utterly content.

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