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Harry yawned, stretching. He rolled over and found himself less than an inch away from a still-sleeping Draco. He smiled, deciding to wait for Draco to wake up. After about 10 minutes, Draco slowly opened his eyes.
" Hey. That was actually some of the best sleep I've gotten since the war."
His voice was still sleepy and, while Harry would never admit it, it turned him on way more than it should have.
"Yeah. Yeah, it was a really good night. Uh, I mean a good night's sleep!"
Harry was in gay panic mode.
"Uh, maybe we should try sleeping together tonight and see if we have nightmares? And by sleeping together, I mean sleeping in the same bed as each other! Obviously."
Harry groaned internally.
"Yeah, I guess we could try that. Uh, do you know what time it is?"
Harry glanced at his watch.
"Shit, it's 9:00 am. We're gonna be late for class."
They both scrambled out of bed and threw their robes. They ran down to the Great Hall to grab a piece of toast.
" What's your first class? Draco asked in between bites.
"Potions. You?"
"Same."
They ran off to the dungeons. When they walked in, there were only two seats left, right next to each other.
"Well, I guess we're potions partners." Harry said, sounding bored but actually jumping up and down and doing fist pumps on the inside.
"Yup."
After Potions, Harry had Herbology and Draco had Transfiguration. Harry ate a quick lunch and then grabbed his broom and went out to the Quidditch pitch. When he got there, he was surprised to see that Draco was already there.
"Hey. Do you mind if I fly with you, Draco?"
"Nope."
Harry hopped on his broom and flew up next to Draco. They spent the rest of lunch silently flying together. After lunch, Harry had a free period and Draco had History of Magic. On his way to Care of Magical Creature, Harry saw Draco walking up ahead. He ran to catch up.
"Hey. We're going the same direction, I think. What do you have next."
"Herbology." Draco said. "You?"
"Care of Magical Creatures."
"Why do you have to learn how to take care of yourself?" Accidentally slipped out of Draco's mouth.
"Fuck, did I say that out loud?" He thought, covering his mouth.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Um, nothing."
"Hmm. Well, I have to go." Harry said, rushing off to Hagrid's hut.
"Could he actually like me? And we both have a crush on each other but the other one doesn't know? Should I tell him I like him? Should I wait to see if he tells me that he likes me? Does he even actually like me? Aaaaahhhhhh! This is so confusing!" He thought.
Harry missed most of the lesson because he was trying to figure out if he should tell Draco he liked him, analyzing his every move. He walked up to the castle after class, still in a haze. He went back to his room and found it empty, thankfully.
"Should I tell him? Shit, this is so confusing. I think he likes me, but I don't even know if he's gay." He said, talking to himself and pacing the room. "Maybe I'm overreacting. He called me a magical creature, which, technically, is true. I'm a wizard, so I'm magical and I'm kind of a creature. Damn it! Why I'm I freaking out this much about telling Draco I have a crush on him?"
"Well you don't have to be nervous about it anymore." A voice from behind him said.
Harry froze. He slowly turned around, panicking.
"Draco. I guess you heard me then?"
"Yep."