Chapter 7
Harry and Draco had decided to have their conversation within the detention room, while Snape told them he was going back to his personal quarters to put away the results of Harry's scan (and grab a glass of firewhiskey, but they didn't need to know that) and that he would be back soon.
They were both unsure of how to start the conversation before Draco decided to take the lead.
"So, I can't have been the only one in that room who noticed how 'friendly' we were, right?"
Harry shrugged, before hesitantly deciding that admitting it won't do any harm (at least he hoped so, but years of abuse, hatred, and mistreatment don't go away right away) "Erm, yeah I noticed. I-umm IthinkImightbeinlovewithyou." Harry said in a quick exhale of breath. Draco chuckled, "Mind repeating that, I couldn't tell what you were saying, Potter."
Harry's face became the cutest pout Draco had ever seen. "That's not fair! But fine. I think I am in love with you, and I thought we agreed on Harry?" A blush spread across Harry's face from admitting it.
Nope, Draco didn't regret what he said at all. Maybe he should tease Harry more if this is the result. "We did, I just forgot, that was on me. So, you're in love with me? Well, let me just say I'm flattered. Also, I can feel your anxiety from here, don't worry, I'm in love with you too."
Harry couldn't help but be a little jealous of how confident and smooth Draco sounded. It was absolutely unfair for someone's voice to sound that amazing, along with having really nice looks and a nice personality... Another blush came across Harry's face when he realized he just named everything about Draco. Suddenly, what Draco just said smacked Harry across the face (personification woo).
"I-i what?" Draco snorted. "Harry, I would think you have more eloquence than that. But yes, now since we're both in love with each other, how would you feel about a relationship?"
Harry gaped, he knew Draco was blunt, but not this blunt. But Draco did bring up a good point. How would Harry feel about a relationship? "Well, I would like to try it out if that's okay with you? Only if you want to though, I am pretty high maintenance. Like you saw earlier in the cupboard, certain things make me have stupid panic attacks, I flinch whenever someone I don't know gets too close to me, and I doubt I would even be able to handle sex. The most we could do is hugging and kissing. Are you sure you want to have to deal with all this freakishness?"
Draco frowned. He wished Harry would stop thinking of himself as a burden. Draco surely never thought of Harry as a burden. In Draco's personal opinion, Harry's struggles were a part of him. Draco was aware of that as soon as he suggested a relationship. "Harry, love, none of that is a burden. It's a part of you, I knew that as soon as I proposed a relationship. I'm willing to help you if you get a panic attack. Kissing is perfectly okay with me, I understand and respect your boundaries. I want a relationship with you Harry, I want to be there during your best and worst times. So I'll ask again, how would you feel about a relationship?"
What. In. The. Actual. Fuck. thought Harry. This day has been crazy. Snape found out about Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, and was actually nice? and helpful? Draco Malfoy found out about the abuse, became his friend, and is now offering to be in a relationship with him?
What kind of person would Harry be if he didn't accept Draco's proposal?
A stupid one is the answer he came up with.
"I would feel honored," Harry muttered softly. He figured it was worth it, with the way Draco smiled lighted up his whole face. Draco stepped closer to Harry, to the point where their noses where almost touching.
"Can I kiss you?" God, Harry thought, there was nothing hotter than consent. "Yes, please." Harry murmured, before their lips sealed together.
Harry knew it sounded a little bit cheesy, but it felt like there were a million fireworks going off. It felt like flying and like all his problems and troubles just went away. It felt like their lips were two pieces of a puzzle that just fit like they were meant to be together all their lives.
When Draco finally pulled away for air, Harry felt like a pile of mush. Draco barely managed to catch his breath enough to say, "If all of our kisses are like that one, we should do it more often."
Harry smiled, "Agreed."
Right after Harry said that Snape walked into the room.
He sneered at them, "Well, what are you whelps still doing here? If you keep standing there looking at each other like lovesick idiots you'll end up going to sleep extremely late."
They both smiled, as it was quite easy to hear the affection under the fake anger of the words. "Sir, as head of house would you be okay with me giving Harry the password? Because we are now dating, Harry should be able to come to me if he has a panic attack or something else happens. I also think that Harry should be able to come to you for bruise ointments and things."
Snape rolled his eyes, "It's about time you two got together, and yes, the house password is Salazar."
Harry gave a soft smile before murmuring a quick thank you. "And Mr.Potter, as Draco said if anything happens, please come straight to me."
Harry left detention feeling happy for the first time in a long time.