To be honest, I have no idea. I wrote it at half one in the morning, but I had fun! Hope you enjoy it :) Review! Please?
Warnings: Slash, mild sexual reference.
Disclaimer: Yeah, right.
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Draco Malfoy grinned. At first glance it seemed simply a cheeky grin, the infectious sort which would make you wonder amusedly what the grinner had done to please themselves so, but it was nothing particularly unusual. People grinned like this all the time. However, to one 16-year-old, bespectacled, raven-haired boy, this grin inspired something else entirely.
Harry Potter watched fellow students smiling at the blonde as they swept past in a hurry to find a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, perhaps wondering bemusedly why the Slytherin Prince was in such a good mood, but Harry knew the grin was meant for him and him alone. This grin was full of anticipation and promises and excitement, and right now Harry wanted nothing more than to take a running jump at said grinner and snog the complete hell out of him.
Draco took a step forward, out of the crowd, and Harry noticed something else in the smile. It was a sort of hunger, a hunger which had been repressed for the last two months but which was now fighting restlessly to break free, and Harry felt a sudden, unexpected rush of complete and utter love, the kind of love that everything else pales in comparison to, the kind of love that conquers anything and everything. It wouldn't have mattered if a stampeding herd of Blast-Ended-Skrewts had made their way onto the platform, Harry would not have noticed. It was simply him and Draco, in a shining heart-shaped bubble of their own.
Harry thought he had missed Draco over the summer because the Slytherin was just so damn sexy, because of the way he'd held him and touched him and pleased him all those incredible nights in secret passageways last year, but he'd been wrong. He'd missed Draco because he loved him, loved his dirty giggle which always came at inappropriate moments, loved his girly handwriting and the way he used fancy words just to confuse Harry, loved his delicious sense of humour and the simply evil soul-destroying looks he sent anyone who dared look at Harry in that way, and the way he made Harry feel like he was the most important person in the entire universe. And of course, he loved his stunning, just-for-Harry grin.
Yep, the Boy-Who-Lived was whipped.
Then, before he could even remember his own name, his face was merely inches away from Draco's. He could see every perfect detail of the taller boys features. The sexy stormy-grey colour of his eyes, the flawlessness of his marble skin, the high cheekbones, defined nose, and most of all, his rosy, perfectly plumped lips, practically begging to be kissed.
Harry grinned. "Hey."
"Hey."