"Harry Potter, what a surprise..." the venom dripped from Draco's mouth like a waterfall. His famous sneer splayed across his face, "...thought that you would be home crying to your mommy! Wait..." Draco said cruelly, "Your mommy's dead!"

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy!" Harry had whipped his intense gaze to Draco's face. "At least mine aren't in Azkaban!" Draco turned pale. Harry was afraid he had said too much. Then slowly the colour came back into Draco's face.

"Alright Potter," he spat the revered name from his mouth, "Let's get this over with..." Harry's eyes grew round.

"That's correct. Right here, Right now." Draco continued in a softer voice, face softening," Because there's no one I love more..." Harry looked around them for a quick second then he let out a sigh of release and rushed into Draco's waiting arms.

"I never meant anything I said." Harry whispered softly into into Draco's strong chest. He smelled clean, just like always.

"I know, I know. I didn't mean it either." Draco mumbled into the other boys hair.
"Draco, I hate doing this." Harry let a few tears roll slowly down his face, after he had pulled away.

"Just till after the war, sweetheart, after the war." Draco pulled Harry close again as they shared tears of a secret love.