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Fall and I Will Catch You
As a naïve child, Harry had always loved love. He loved the idea of falling in love and staying in it, having someone to really depend on whether you needed looking after or not and when Harry grew up, that idea dwindled away and he never really thought about it again. He had put it down to the fact that he'd heard the "It's not you, it's me" speech far too many times but there was something always niggling at the back of his mind, like a tooth that just won't stop throbbing. Perhaps it was because he hadn't thought he'd met his "one true love" (if there actually was such a thing) or that his many failed relationships had somehow blown out the fire that he'd fuelled since he was so young. Harry, although reluctant, had come to terms with the fact that maybe he just wasn't loveable.
He hadn't meant to fall in love again. It was something that he was determined not to do just in case he got cut to the quick again, leaving him just as wounded as he was before and he found he needed, rather than wanted, to save himself. It was wrong, Harry knew that, but it was the right kind of wrong; where euphoria pumped through your veins and damn near blinded you and it's the one thing that you've been craving ever since you gave it up.
The words were like nothing he'd ever heard before, despite hearing it a million times before. It made everything come to a stop; the world stopped turning and everyone stopped bustling around and his heart stopped beating. He could barely hear a thing apart from the blood pumping in his ears and the screaming of his conscience telling him, begging him to speak. He found that he couldn't and it was frightening but that was okay. Harry giggled nervously with his head shaking and a blush staining his cheeks. It wasn't as if he hadn't heard anyone say it before but this time, this time it was something special. Something to listen to for hours on end, to savour and replay in your head until it's finally drummed into your brain that it's true, that it's real and it's probably never going to disappear just because you wait for it to go. If Harry had learned anything from anything, it was that if you willed something to be true for long enough but denied it when it finally came it was going to disappear on you anyway and that left you back at square one. This, though, was everything. His heart had started to beat again, pumping and throbbing in his throat, so fast he could barely breathe.
He did all he could think of, stumbling forward dizzily and wrapping his arms clumsily around Draco's waist. He whispered thank-you's on Draco's lips, his own just registering the warm breath from the teenager standing in front of him and he could feel his tummy swooping with nerves but he found he liked the feel of it. He felt arms loosely sliding around his waist and he giggled again. Harry pressed his chest to Draco's, letting his forehead drop onto the other teen's shoulder because he just wanted to get as close as possible. He was warm, a fuzzy feeling still pulsing through him as they stood clinging to each other in the otherwise freezing air.
Draco cupped Harry's chin and tipped his head to meet his eyes. He scanned Harry's face briefly, brushing a finger over his scar, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his upper lip, closing his eyes and moving so his cheek was touching the others. He kissed the shell of Harry's ear and moved to embrace the other boy properly, his hand meeting the other man's and linking fingers as it moved.
Harry coughed, unaware of anything happening around him anymore, and leaned to whisper in Draco's hair, "You make this worth everything what's happened,"
fin.