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Harry was sprawled over the sheets in his four-poster bed, sweaty and panting.
"Do you like that?" A familiar deep, husky voice drawled from further down his body.
"Yes, god yes! More, please, I need more!” The blonde had been teasing him for far too long.
Draco tutted at him. "So impatient" he was lightly stroking Harry's throbbing erection with a spit-slicked hand. "Tell me you want me."
"I want you, I want you so much. Suck me."
"Mmmm, very well then." He started to lower his mouth over Harry's leaking cock and then…
Well, he'll never know what was going to happen next because it was at that moment that he startled awake at Ron's particularly loud snore.
“Fuck,” He swore out loud as he woke up. He was achingly hard and his sweat pants were so tight around his cock. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this turned on. No, okay, to be realistic it was probably a few nights ago when he had that spectacular dream where he was riding Draco’s cock.
He cast a Tempus to see what time it was, 3:21. Fuck it.
After listening for any other sounds and movement apart from Ron's thunderous snores from the bed next to his he pulled his sheets away and shoved down his sweatpants, grasped his cock firmly in his hand and started slowly stroking himself. He let out what he hoped was a quiet moan. He quickly sped up his hand and reached down with his other one to fondle his balls while trying to remember the last of his dream before it faded away. It didn't take him long to come. All he had to do was think about Draco touching him. When he was done he cast a cleaning charm and tried to go back to sleep.
*****
Harry had no idea what he was going to do about Draco. It had been a few days since his talk with Ron and Hermione and he was no closer to a decision. He needed to talk to Ginny. Ron and Hermione were great, accepting and supportive, but Ginny always called him out on his bullshit and told him the absolute truth, which was usually that he was being an idiot. He finally managed to find her alone in the Library before Dinner on Thursday night. Taking his opportunity, he pulled out a chair and sat across from her at the table she was studying at.
"Hey Gin." He tried his best not to look nervous.
She looked up at him with a brilliant smile. He might not be interested in women, but he could still acknowledge that she was beautiful. ”Hi, Harry. What's going on?"
"Er, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something? Um, but, if you're busy it can wait. It's fine." He got up to leave. He wasn't so sure he could do this after all.
Ginny grabbed his arm before he could escape. "Oh, no you don't Mister. I know exactly what this is about and I can't believe it's taken you this long to come to me. Now, tell me all about how you want to fuck Malfoy's brains out but you don't know if he likes you and you're too chicken shit to ask."
Well then.
"Can you at least keep your voice down?" He looked around the library to make sure that no one had heard her, but no one was paying them the least bit of attention.
"Relax Harry. I knew what you wanted and I put up a Muffliato as soon as you sat down. Now, spill." Harry just stared at her in disbelief as she sat there and eagerly waited for him to start talking.
He let out a breath and started talking. "Right, well….Gin, I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't….what if I tell him that I like him and he just laughs in my face?” This was a very valid concern of his.
"Harry, listen to me, are you not a Gryffindor? And are Gryffindors not supposed to be brave and reckless? I also have it on good authority that he's been groping you during Potions class so the idea of him laughing in your face seems pretty slim to me." He made a mental note to speak to Ron and Hermione later, "But of course, if he does do that, then you could just Obliviate him and pretend that the whole thing never happened.” She gave him a mischievous grin, “And I could also hex him. I would you know, you know how good I am with a Bat-Bogey Hex.”
He did know, he'd been on the receiving end on more than one occasion and it wasn't pleasant. He sighed, "But-"
"No! No buts! You will go down to dinner tonight. When he gets up to leave you will follow him. We all know how good you are at following him,” Harry groaned, "You will catch up with him, pull him into a deserted corridor and tell him how you feel. And then you will ask him if Blaise is seeing anyone."
"Okay but,- wait, what? Blaise? What does he have to do with anything?"
"Oh Harry, do you really only have eyes for Malfoy? Have you not seen the guy?" Ginny went on in a faux dreamy voice, "I need you to set me up with him. That's my price for giving you this wonderful advice just now."
"Yeah? And how is it going to sound if I tell Draco that I fancy him and then ask if his friend is single?"
"Mmm, good point. I'm sure you'll find a way to work it into a conversation at some point though." She turned back to her books and picked up her quill to start writing again.
Harry smiled at her fondly. "I'm going to go down to dinner. Thanks for the help, Gin".
"Anytime Harry." She gave him a friendly smile before he got up and left.
*****
Harry couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous. He felt like he was about to walk to his death but the world was just continuing on around him. The Great Hall was loud and busy as usual during dinner but he hardly noticed any of it. He kept trying to sneak covert glances over to the Slytherin table to catch sight of Draco but he didn't seem to be there. Which was weird. Blaise and Parkinson where there, talking to each other with their heads close, but Draco's seat was unusually empty.
"You seem awfully distracted Harry,” Hermione commented from next to him. Her eyes followed his over to the Slytherin table. "Ah. Well, that explains that. Looking for Malfoy I assume?"
There wasn't even any point in lying anymore, "Yeah. I think I'm going to tell him."
"You think?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling at him.
"I know. I know I'm going to tell him. I'm definitely going to tell him. That is, if he ever shows up for dinner." Harry kept watching the Slytherin table. "I talked to Ginny earlier and she gave me a kind of pep talk I guess. And she also said that if it goes badly then I could Obliviate him and then she'll Hex him for me." Hermione gave him a disapproving look at this and he tried not to let out a laugh. "I was going to wait until he had his dinner and left the Great Hall, follow him and then tell him. I wonder where he is though, he hasn't been in here at all."
He looked away from the Slytherin table to look at Hermione again, she looked like she was thinking about something. "Hmm, he wasn't in Ancient Runes this afternoon either," she mused quietly. "Which is odd because I don't think he's ever missed a class. Maybe you could go and ask Zabini and Parkinson, they look like they're about to leave."
Sure enough, they had gotten up and were making their way out of the Great Hall. "I'd really rather not."
"Why not?” She asked, challengingly.
"Well, one, I kind of doubt they would tell me where he is. They will probably think I want to Hex him or something. Two, Blaise keeps giving me these weird looks lately and it's a bit unsettling. And three, Parkinson kind of terrifies me." He was a bit ashamed to admit that last one.
"Harry James Potter, are you not a Gryffindor?" She admonished him and slapped his arm with her folded up copy of The Daily Prophet.
"Ugh, why is everyone all of a sudden doubting my Gryffindor-ness?" Hermione just continued to stare at him. He hates when she does that because he knows that he's going to end up giving in. "Fine! Fine, I'm going. But if Parkinson Hexes me or Blaise does something weird then I'm blaming you." He sighs and gets up, "I'll see you later I guess, hopefully not covered in boils or with my bollocks hexed off.”
She actually had the audacity to laugh at him. "It will be fine. Now, go on, before they disappear."
*****
When he made it into the Entrance Hall it was to see it empty. He decided to make his way towards the Slytherin Common Room, figuring that it would be his best bet for finding Blaise and Parkinson. At least his fear of Parkinson was distracting him from his fear of confessing to Draco. He could face Voldemort, a Basilisk, a hundred Dementors, and a Dragon, but this? Somehow this was so much worse.
He made it all the way down to the Dungeons without seeing anyone and sat down outside of where he vaguely remembered the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room being to wait for another student to come along. He didn't have to wait very long before he could hear someone coming. He stood up so that they would see him.
"What are you doing down here?" The student, he's pretty sure it was one of the Greengrass sisters, asked him when she reached him.
"Hi, um, I just- I need to speak to Draco if he's around. Or Blaise. Or Parkinson, if he's not…around that is." Merlin, he was nervous.
She eyed him suspiciously for a moment, probably at the use of Draco’s first name he thinks, "Wait here, I'll be right back."
It wasn't long before the wall opened again and out stepped both Blaise and Parkinson. The latter had a sour look on her face while Blaise was giving him that weird, knowing smile he'd taken to directing at him lately.
It was Blaise who spoke first. "What can we do for you today, Potter? What brings you all the way down to our quarters this evening? Looking for a certain platinum blonde are you?"
Harry tried to ignore the look that Blaise was giving him. "I am actually. Have you seen him? Is he here?"
"Why should we tell you, Potter? Want to find him so you can Hex him I suppose?" Spat Parkinson.
"Ohh, no, I don't think that's what he wants to do at all, is it Harry?" Blaise was infuriating. He knew he was probably missing something. But as Hermione liked to remind every so often, his observational skills were kind of, well, crap.
Keep your cool Harry, keep your cool. "I don't want to Hex him. I just want to talk to him."
Pansy snorted, "I'm sure". Blaise was outright laughing now.
"Look, can you just tell me where he is? Or are you going to keep dragging this out? Because I've got all night. You won't get rid of me until you tell me. I'll camp here if I have to." He was losing his patience now.
Blaise finally stopped laughing. "I'm sure you would. Now don't get your knickers in a twist, he's in the hospital wing."
"Blaise!" Pansy shrieked, but they both ignored her.
"What? Why? What happened? Is he okay?"
"Oh, as if you care Potter.” He continued to ignore her.
"Look, I've told you where he is but it's up to him if he wants to tell you why he's there or not. Good luck getting past Madam Pomfrey though. She kicked us out before dinner and told us not to come back before tomorrow."
"Don't worry about that. I'll get past her. And, er, thanks." He wasn't really sure what else to say so he turned around and started walking back up the corridor. Behind him, he could hear parts of Blaise and Parkinson's hardly muted conversation.
"What the fuck Blaise? Why would you tell him? What the hell is going on?" Parkinson hissed.
"Oh, all in good time my dear….." Blaise teased her.
He couldn't make out Parkinson's answering protests as he rounded the corner and quickly made his way up to Gryffindor Tower to fetch his invisibility cloak.
*****
There was only one occupied bed in the Hospital Wing when he got there and it was near the far end, by the window. He made his way over, careful to keep quiet lest he wake Madam Pomfrey. He paused and took a few deep breaths before reaching out and pulling aside the curtain.
Harry froze. Draco was so beautiful. He was always beautiful but this was different. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, his face and his body so relaxed. His blonde hair was shining in the moonlight that was coming through the window. Merlin, he was in so deep. He took a few minutes to watch him, the rise and fall of his chest, before taking the vacant seat that was next to his bed.
He moved the chair closer to Draco's bedside so that he could rest his head a bit more comfortably, and, without thinking, took his hand in his. He tried to stay awake, he really did but it had been such a long day. Just a few minutes, he told himself before closing his eyes.
*******
"Potter!"
"POTTER!"
Someone was pushing him and he tried to brush them off. It wasn't time to get up yet, surely. But whoever it was was pretty insistent and they kept shoving at his side.
"Mmm, wha-?" Oh. It was morning. And Draco was awake. And he looked angry. His invisibility cloak had apparently slipped off during the night and he had fallen asleep while holding Draco's hand and with his head resting on the bed.
Wait.
Holding Draco's hand?
"Shit! Sorry!" He quickly stood up and dropped his hand. He missed the warmth immediately. "I guess I must have fallen asleep. Sorry."
"Potter, what the hell are you even doing here? Nobody's supposed to know that I'm here, least of all you." He bit out, putting an emphasis on the last word.
Well, that hurt. "I noticed you weren't at dinner last night so I asked Blaise and Parkinson where you were and they told me."
"You noticed that I wasn't at dinner? Why Potter, I didn't know you cared." He smirked and raised a single, perfectly arched eyebrow. Even when he had just woken up in a hospital bed the git was bloody gorgeous. He mentally shook himself. Not the time Harry, not the time.
"I always notice you. I do care." He almost whispered. Draco's face fell. Shit, he wasn't meant to say that out loud. "I mean, I wanted to talk to you last night, so I came to find you."
"So you found me. And then you proceeded to sleep in an impossibly uncomfortable chair all night next to my hospital bed while holding my hand?"
"Yep, that about sums it up. Although, I didn't mean for you to know that I was holding your hand.” He really didn’t.
"Well, that's a bit creepy, Potter, even for you." This was going very badly.
"It's not that I didn't want you to know, I just…Merlin, this is going so badly." He turned a bit to look out the window. He wasn't sure he could look at Draco right now without feeling like an even bigger idiot.
"Yes, yes it is. But do go on, I rather enjoy seeing you make a fool of yourself. There are many opportunities for it and yet it is something that I never tire of seeing.” Draco mused calmly.
He doesn't manage to suppress his groan, "Malfoy, can you just shut up for a second?" He was pacing now, up and down next to Draco's hospital bed and he was starting to panic. What the hell was he even doing here? Draco eventually took pity on him.
"Potter, sit down.' He did as he was told. "Now take some deep breaths. In.….Out….. In…. Out….. That's it." His voice was so soothing. "Right, now think about what you want to say for a minute. Then try again."
While Harry was trying not to be stunned with how Draco was acting, he spoke again. He sounded hesitant as he started to speak, "Potter, is this about what happened in Potions class the other day? Because if it is, I may have been a little out of line. And…I'm….sorry." He mumbled the last word.
He completely forgot what he was about to say. ”I'm sorry, but did you just apologise to me?" Harry tried to hide his grin but failed.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." He said in an almost teasing voice as his soft looking lips curved up into a small smile.
"Actually, it does have something to do with that. Kind of." He admitted.
"Oh." Draco looked down at his lap and fiddled with the bed sheets. Harry couldn't tell what he was thinking. He looked kind of disappointed and a bit nervous.
"Yeah, I need to tell you-"
"I get it, Potter, you don't have to say it. You're not interested. I misread the situation. It won't happen again." Now he sounded bitter. He was obviously trying to feign indifference but for once he wasn't doing a very good job of it. Maybe…maybe he did have feelings for Harry? Could he?
"It won't happen again?" Harry let the disappointment show in his voice.
"Of course not." Draco looked a little unsure as he said this.
"But what if I told you that I do want it to happen again?" He was feeling bold now.
"I-what?" Draco stopped whatever it was he was going to say and looked up at him as if waiting for the punchline.
"Draco-" His eyes grew wide at the use of his first name but before Harry could continue talking the curtains around their cubicle flew open.
Shit.
"Mister Potter!" It was Madam Pomfrey, he hadn't heard her approaching amidst their conversation. "What in Godric's name are you doing here? If I find out you have touched one hair on that boy's head while he has been in here, then so help me I will report you straight to Professor Dumbledore!"
"No! No, I swear, I didn't come here to hurt him. I just wanted to make sure that he was okay. And, er, I guess he is. So, I'll just be going now."
Madam Pomfrey eyed him carefully as he bent down to pick up his cloak from the floor. He made his way towards the door before turning around to look at Draco again. He seemed a bit pissed off. Back to usual, I guess. "I, uh, I'll see you later yeah?"
"Maybe, Potter.” He sounded kind of miserable.
He decided to take that as a yes anyway and turned around again to leave the Hospital Wing.
*****
Draco was released from the hospital wing later that day. At least, according to the Map, he was back in his Slytherin dormitory. He wasn't sure if he should risk going down to the dungeons again, lest he have to face Parkinson again, so he decided to wait until dinner and stick with his original plan from the night before. He'd also managed to find out from Hermione that the reason Draco had been in the Hospital Wing to begin with was because a sixth year Slytherin had hexed him.
He kept a careful eye on Draco all through dinner and when he got up to leave he followed him out of the hall straight away. He caught up to him about halfway across the Entrance Hall.
"Hey! Malfoy, Draco, wait up!" He didn't seem the least bit surprised to see him when he turned around.
"What do you want now Potter?" He sounded tired, worn out.
Harry quickly abandoned his previous opening line and instead asked him if he was okay.
"Of course, Madam Pomfrey did let me leave the Hospital Wing after all. Which you know full well seeing as I'm standing here talking to you now and the fact that you stared at me all through dinner." Ah, so he really wasn't surprised to see him.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Do you always have to be such a prat Malfoy?"
"So it's back to ‘Malfoy' now? I think you'll find that I do.” He was starting to get defensive again.
"Look, Malfoy, can we just talk for a minute? And can you not act like a git while we do it?"
Draco looked at the ground for a minute before looking up again and letting out a sigh, he looked miserable. "What do you want to talk about Potter?" Before Harry could answer though, he spoke again. "You know what? Never mind. I need to take care of something right now but I can meet you later, assuming that this is going to be more than a two-second conversation?" He raised an expectant eyebrow and Harry nodded in reply. "Astronomy Tower at 11. Don't be late, I won't wait around. And it will be after curfew so you might want to bring that Invisibility Cloak of yours."
"How do you know about my cloak?" He asked, shocked. But Draco was already walking down the corridor towards the Dungeons.
"11 O'clock Potter, don't be late", he called over his should before disappearing down the corridor. Though he could have sworn that he heard him mumble something that sounded a lot like, "I know everything about you, Harry."
*****
It was 10:30 when he finally admitted defeat on his potions homework and decided to make his way over to the Astronomy Tower. Ron and Hermione were getting fed up with his fidgeting anyway. He was so nervous that he was already out of the Portrait hole before he remembered his cloak and had to run back to his dormitory to get it.
Casting a quick Tempus he realised that he was a few minutes early so he tried to distract himself by trying to find Sirius. He always liked to do that on clear nights. He didn't have to wait long though before Draco showed up, at 11 on the dot. Of course.
"Potter."
He spun around to face the other man. His mouth went dry at the sight. He wasn't wearing robes, just a pair of sinfully fitted grey trousers (definitely not school uniform ones), a black turtleneck that was far too tight for its own good, and his hair was slightly dishevelled, falling around his face.
He cleared his throat and looked back up at Draco's face, "Malfoy."
There was a few minutes of awkward silence while they just stood there and looked at each other awkwardly.
"Thanks for coming,” Harry finally spoke up.
Draco made a non-committal noise. "Well, are you actually going to tell me why it is that you've gone to such great lengths to talk to me or are you going to make me wait all night? Because I'm a busy man, Potter."
For fuck's sake. He tried not to roll his eyes, he really did. He had had a lot of time to think about what he was going to say and he had a whole big speech planned out but somehow, that didn't seem appropriate anymore. Best keep it simple he thought. And tell the truth, no matter how bad it is.
"I know that we're supposed to hate each other, we've always hated each other, ever since First Year,” he paused at this to gather his thoughts, "But the thing is…I really don't hate you. And I don't think that I have for quite a while. It's…well, quite the opposite actually. I don't hate you at all. I mean, to be fair, you're still a prat. But I like you. I like you a lot." He looked away, back up at the stars. He could feel himself blushing.
The silence seemed to stretch on for ages, he was beginning to think that any moment now, Draco would start laughing at him and run off to go and tell the whole school that he's bent and in love with him. He would be a laughing stock. Maybe he would even go to The Prophet.
He was about to try and make an excuse to leave when he heard Draco move behind him. He thought that he was going to leave but instead he came over and stood shoulder to shoulder with him and looked up at the stars.
"Is this your idea of a sick joke, Potter? Have you been talking to Blaise?” He was surprised that Draco sounded sad at this.
"Why would I have been talking to Blaise? Except during Potions, which you know because you're there also. And no, this is definitely not some kind of a joke." He was so nervous and he wasn't sure where Draco was going with this.
"It's pretty bold of you to assume that I hate you, Potter.” They both continued to look up at the night sky.
Harry was surprised but still avoided looking over at the other boy and decided not to say anything in response.
"Mmm. To be honest, I'm not sure that I ever really did hate you." Draco said, almost ini a whisper.
"Malfoy, you've treated me like crap for six and a half years. I'm pretty sure that you did, in fact, hate me.” He hated to point it out, but it was the truth. He looked over at Draco now.
"No. I did not. I mean to say, yes, I may have treated you appallingly, but I did not hate you." He paused before continuing, he looked nervous. "In truth, I was just jealous I think. Jealous of you and your friends. Jealous that you chose them over me in first year." He looked deep in thought.
"You were a spoiled brat and insulted the only people who have ever been nice to me, what the hell did you think I would do? Ask you to Marry me?" He hadn't meant to say that last bit but too late now he supposes.
"Now, now Potter, let's not rush into such things,” he smirked at him while Harry just rolled his eyes. "I'm not trying to say that I behaved magnificently or handled it at all well. Just that that's the reason. And that I don't hate you. Never really did. And…well, I've really, really not hated you for quite some time now too."
Harry felt himself smile at this and hope bloomed in his chest. "And how long has it been since you've really, really not hated me then?" He continued to look at Draco who mumbled something under his breath. "You're going to have to say that again, I didn't hear you."
"I said, since fifth year." He'd never seen the other boy blush so much before. "There, laugh it up."
"Do you see me laughing Draco?" Harry was, in fact, laughing.
"Yes." He glared at Harry.
"Well it's an ‘I'm happy and so relieved laugh', not an ‘I'm making fun of you laugh'". Draco did not look like he believed him in the slightest and continued his glare. Harry was quiet for a minute while he thought about what to say next. "So, since fifth year? Merlin, why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Well, as we've already established, I did treat you like shit for a very long time. But also, I just didn't think that I deserved you. I still don't think that I deserve you. I didn't think that I would ever have a chance with you."
Harry was speechless at this admission.
"For Merlin's sake Potter, I can see the little wheels turning in your head, just spit it out already." Draco looked nervous again, though he was doing a good job at hiding it. Harry could only tell something was off because of all of the time that he'd spent watching him over the years.
"I just have so many questions. Like why did you keep on treating me and my friends like crap? And why don't you think that you deserve me? And what's changed?"
Draco chuckled and then let out a sigh. "Of course you have questions. I kept treating you like crap because, one, I had no idea what to do with the fact that I was attracted to you especially as I was still trying to come to terms with my sexuality. And two, how else was I supposed to act? Would you have not thought it was weird if all of a sudden I started being nice to you?"
"Mmm, I guess that's a pretty good point. I probably would have thought you'd been cursed or something or were playing a joke on me. I'm still worried that you are playing a joke on me to be fair." Harry was hesitant to voice that last bit.
"I'm not. I'm not playing any kind of joke." He took a deep breath and continued, "As for not deserving you, that's an easy one to answer. It's because I just really don't deserve you. You're a good person and I'm…not. I've done some horrible things. I'll probably do more horrible things in the future, not necessarily because I want to, but I might have to. You can do better than me."
"I think that it's up to me who I find to be ‘deserving' of me, thank you very much." He decided to ignore the comment of future bad doings for the moment, "What about my last question? What's changed?"
"Ah, well, that day in potions when you told me that you're gay?" Draco faced him again, "That's the first time that I ever thought that maybe I could have a shot with you. I always just assumed that you were straight and would settle down with the Weaslette and have a Quidditch team of children straight out of Hogwarts. Guess I was wrong. I decided to push a bit and see how you would react if I flirted with you and then on Monday, you were so hard. I could tell you were trying to hide it. Do you have any idea how hard I was too? Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you've always done to me?" His voice took on a husky tone as he continued, "You have no idea how many times I’ve wanked over that moment since Potions class."
They were standing almost nose to nose now, breathing in each others breath.
"I think I have a pretty good idea actually." Merlin fuck, he was so nervous.
"What do you want?" Draco let out on a breath as his eyes flicked between Harry's eyes and his mouth and he bit down on his bottom lip.
"I want…I want to kiss you."
"Then do it."
Of course he would make it sound like a dare. And Harry would never back down from a dare.
Draco had barely finished speaking when they both moved forward and crashed their lips together. He's not sure what he was expecting, but Draco's lips were so soft against his, the way they moved. The kiss was tentative, almost hesitant, at first but quickly deepened when Draco nipped at Harry's lower lip, seeking entrance. Harry gasped and Draco took that as an opportunity to swipe his tongue into his mouth.
Harry thought that he could stay like this forever, panting into each other's mouths, tongues sliding together, tasting each other. He didn't think that he would ever get tired of the way Draco tasted. All too soon though, Draco started to pull away. Harry groaned in annoyance and tried to recapture his lips but he pulled away again and then rested their foreheads together.
"I need to know what you want before we go any further. Because I'm going to make one thing very clear, I don't want to be your play thing, Potter. Or your thing on the side when you pretend to be straight and marry the Weaslette. You can have me, but only me."
Without even hesitating, he replied, "You. I want you." And then as an afterthought, because he figured that the other man could use a little reassurance, "Let me set a few things straight, okay?" He pulled back a bit and held Draco's face in his hands and looked into his sparkling grey eyes. "I am not going to be marrying Ginny, no matter how much Molly wants me to. We don't love each other like that, we're like brother and sister. And I'm pretty sure she has a crush on Blaise anyway. Also, when did I ever say that I was going to pretend to be straight? I only said that I just wasn't ready for the world to know, not that I was going to hide who I am. If it comes out, then it comes out and I'm okay with that. So long as you're by my side when it happens."
"Again, wonderful choice of words, Potter,” He laughed teasingly, "And you're such a sap".
Harry sighed before continuing on, "You'd better get used to it. I don't ever want you to be my plaything either, I don't ever want you to be my ‘thing on the side', as you so nicely put it".
Draco searched Harry's face, looking for something that he obviously found, "Okay then."
"Okay?" Honestly, he'd been expecting a bit more of a fight or resistance.
"Okay, we can do this. I'll be your…..boyfriend." A smile quirked at the corner of his lips.
Harry couldn't wipe the smile off of his face if he tried. He pulled Draco into his arms and held him as if he would never let him go again. Which he probably wouldn't. Not for a very long time at least anyway.
They stood in silence again for a while before Draco spoke again, "So, the Weaslette has a crush on Blaise? Interesting."
"For fuck sake, can you please stop calling her that? It's not nice." He was far too happy right now to hide his smile and try to be serious for a second.
"I think that we've already established that I'm not a nice person Potter." He replied with a teasing smirk but there was something else behind it.
"Harry. If we're going to date, then call me Harry."
He sounded it out as if trying it on for size, "Har-ryyy. Yeah, I think I could get used to calling you that. Doesn't have quite the same ring to it that ‘Potter' does, but I could get used to it." He said, smirking.
"You're such a prat." He really couldn't remember the last time that he was this happy. "But you're my prat now."
"Merlin, all of this Gryffindor sappiness. You know, if we're going to ‘date' then we'll actually have to go on one of those sometime."
"Mmm, we will, don't worry." He replied as he placed a kiss on the corner of Draco's mouth.
They stood together on the edge of the Astronomy Tower for a while longer, just holding each other and looking up at the stars.
"I'd better get going. Snape will be on the warpath if he catches me out of bed and he's usually in his office still about now so I should be able to sneak past him still. See you tomorrow?"
He gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before whispering against his ear, "Of course, just try and keep me away from you now."
"I wouldn't dream of it." He replied before turning to make his way down the spiral staircase before pausing. "Just one more thing though, I'm not ready to tell people. About us. Not just yet."
"That's fine. Me either. I have to tell Ron, Hermione, and Ginny though."
Draco rolled his eyes at this and feigned exasperation. "Of course. Bloody Gryffindors". When their eyes met again they were both smiling. "Goodnight. Harry." And with that, he turned and disappeared down the staircase without a backward glance.