Hello all. Here's a Harry Potter 'fic. It's a short one and is about my favorite pairing. HP/DM. :D
Disclaimer : I wish I owned Draco, really, I do. But sadly, I don't. So here's a fic.
Note : This is in their second year - quite obvious, yeah? - and is short. This is gonna be a really short one-shot.
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Unaware
Harry Potter was The Boy Who Lived. He had that title but was not that proud of it. If getting to live after your parents have been murdered was something to be proud of then Harry Potter didn't want that title. He never wanted any of the titles to start with. Now, he is not only well known as 'The Boy Who Lived' but also the one who destroyed you-know-who. How people are still afraid of saying his name after said wizard has been vanquished was beyond him. Now, as Harry Potter gains back the trust and admiration of the wizarding community, there is only one person who's trust and feelings he values the most.
In fact, the whole wizarding community could hate him. He only wanted this one particular person's affection. And he got it.
On a lazy Saturday night, Harry found himself on the school grounds, his back against a tree. He had a calm expression on his face, his mouth curved into a perpetual smile. His beautiful emerald green eyes twinkled as it merged with the darkness around them. What made young Harry so happy and so serene was that his most favourite person, the one whom he wished he had for so long already, was with him. His beautifully pale face was as calm as Harry's, his eyes closed, his sleek and gorgeous blond hair fanned on Harry's shoulder. The other boy was asleep.
Harry's hand was stroking Draco Malfoy's silvery blond hair, that same serene smile on his face. He was filled with happiness because the boy whom he adored – and vice versa – was in his arms. He was holding Draco against him as the said boy had his arms wrapped around Harry's waist. Harry just toyed with the young Malfoy's hair, humming a tune silently.
He tore his eyes away from Draco for a second, and stared at the beautiful starry sky. He knew that the name 'Draco' was taken from one of the constellations and often teased Draco as 'Dragon', just to get the blond back at something. "I love you, Draco." Harry said, pressing his lips to Draco's forehead. He had always told Draco he loved him, he made sure the boy heard it from him at least once a day. Harry knew that it was not words that counted but actions, and even if Draco did not utter he loved Harry – verbally – it did not mean that he didn't. He showed it very well through actions.
Harry soon closed his eyes, his head leaning against Draco's. The image was tranquil, both boys filled with blissful love and friendship.
Draco's silvery eyes opened slowly, and he too smiled. It was not his usual sneer; it was the true and genuine smile he showed Harry constantly. "I love you, Harry." He murmured, nuzzling into Harry. His hold on Harry's waist reflexively tightened as he closed his eyes once more. And for the first time, Draco Malfoy uttered those three joyous words that Harry Potter heard, because even in sleep, Harry was not unaware of Draco.
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Reviews would be pleasant. My second Harry Potter fic (I haven't uploaded my first. Yet.) I was just bustling with ideas after I posted the SasoDei fic. :D Reviews, again, would be great. And if you found grammatical or spelling errors, well, I apologize.