The day is the twelfth of February 1997, and Draco just had the best day of his life. Not because Slytherin won against Ravenclaw, which, of course, they did, but no, Draco Malfoy finally kissed his longtime crush Harry Potter. But we shall start at the beginning.
He just couldn't stop thinking about him. About Harry. The way he was standing between all the other students, cheering for Cho Chang, Ravenclaw's seeker. Oh, how Draco wished he would have cheered for him...
Then again, how damn unrealistic that was. Draco and Harry weren't exactly friends. Not enemies either, but ever since their first day when Draco said something about how muggleborns or poorer wizards weren't the right sort of friends (he was still embarrassed about it) and Harry rejected his handshake the two ignored each other mostly.
But over the last year that got harder and harder for Draco as he realized he felt something for Harry that was more than a friend-crush. By now it was undeniable that he full on fancied Potter - the amount of dreams in which they kissed was more than he could count. One time he even dreamt of Harry giving him a blo- nevermind.
As he was gazing at Harry, trying to capture every millimetre of his face, Pansy jogged towards him. "Hey, watcha staring at- oh... Draco..." She followed Draco's eyes looking at Potter.
"Wh- Nothing! Just thinking about how much Ravenclaw sucks and all!" he quickly stammered. "Yes, of course you are." Pansy crosses her arms and side-eyed her best friend.
"Uhm, I gotta go." He headed towards the changing rooms, but Pansy blocked his way.
"Ok, Draco, this can't go on. I know you fancy Potter. I know you're gay." Draco's eyes widened and he felt Pansy's hand on his arm.
"Mate, it's not a big deal, really."
"I'm not- I'm not... gay" The last word came out as a whisper and he felt tears crawling to his eyes.
If his father would ever find out the he was, in fact, anything but straight, he would instantly disown him, if not worse. Lucius wanted his son to marry a pretty, pure-blooded girl and have perfect, pure-blooded children. Even if he wouldn't be homophobic he would lose it if Draco brought home Harry Potter.
Pansy sighed. "Draco, remember like a month ago when we were at the three broomsticks and you had one or two butter beers too much? You were so drunk you talked all kind of bollocks and then you suddenly broke down crying and told me that you're gay and have a crush on Harry. And it's ok, it totally is. I actually think I might be a lesbian or bisexual, anyway, that blond Lovegood girl makes me question things." She gave him a crooked smile.
The young slytherin lowered his eyes. A tear rolled down his face. He knew Pansy was right, he was undeniably gay and fancied Harry goddamn Potter.
"You seriously need to confront him, at least tell him you would like to become friends. But, Merlin's beard, you can't keep gazing at him as if he doesn't notice and then ignore him the next minute!"
He knew she was right. But what the hell was he supposed to say? Anger crawled upon him and he felt his jaw muscles tighten.
"Ok. Yeah, let's say I were to confess to him, and by that out myself. What am I supposed to say to him? 'Oh, hey, Potter! I know we've spoken like twenty words this year and you probably think I hate you, and I presume you probably hate me too," Draco took a second to catch his breath, not noticing how much louder he had gotten with every other word. There were no other people left on the side of the Quidditch pitch except for him and Pansy, and Harry with Cho.
"but hey, I like dick and I'd love to fucking kiss you every time I look at you which is like whenever you're around me so, what do you think, should we go out or what?"
For a second Pansy looked at him flabbergasted, then raised her chin. "Uh, Draco..."
"Why don't you try and ask", Harry said, making Draco turn around, "sounds like a fair plan to me." He smirked and lightly bit his lip.
"Wh-" Draco couldn't process what was happening.
"Yeah, I'm gonna leave you two alone..." Pansy squeezed her friend's arm, turned around and jogged towards the castle.
"I didn't know you could hear me. You weren't meant to." Draco mumbles and lowered his eyes to the ground.
"Well, first of all," began Harry, "I think we've spoken more than twenty words, second, I kinda like dick too. Just had to tell Cho that - well, I didn't phrase it like that - cus she asked me out five minutes ago."
Perplexed, Draco looked up again, and found Potter's eyes. His perfect, deep green eyes. Harry spoke more quietly, and less - what was it in his voice that Draco only now, that it was gone, really noticed, nervousness? Yes, he sounded less nervous now.
"To be honest I think I've kinda had a suspicion you were into me. Ron and Hermione have a bet, actually."
Draco stopped biting on the inside of his lip. "And what are they rooting for?" he asked shyly.
"Let me put it this way..." the chosen one laid one hand on Draco's cheek, "Ron is going to lose three Galleons if I do this."
Draco wanted to ask what he meant by that, but before he could start talking Harry closed his eyes, neared his face and gently pressed his lips on Draco's.
At first he seemed to be too perplexed to return the kiss, but as soon as he realised what was happening he shut his eyes and the two seventeen year olds started moving their lips against each others'.
Subconsciously his hands wandered to Harry's waist. After what must have been half a minute but felt like a wonderful eternity they slowly let go. They looked at each other, Harry's hand still on the other one's face, and both slightly smiled awkwardly.
"Did you legitimately just do this? Because, fuck if you're messing with me I swear to god I-"
"No, no I'm for real! I had been wanting to do this for so long, really." Harry said.
"Me too."
"And what now? I mean do you maybe want to... go on a date or something? We- We could grab a butterbeer..." Harry stammered.
"I'd like that." smiled Draco.
For a moment both were quiet.
"I like you." Harry said.
"Yeah, I kind of figured. I like you too. "Pansy will freak out. I think she wanted this to happen for a while now."
"Makes two of us."
"Make it three." Draco whispered and the two boys started another kiss, this time more passionate, with some sprinkles of beautiful, young love.