Written for those few that are always waiting and the ones that are willing to wait forever. I feel your pain.
You complete me. Just three simple words that he wants to say to him. You complete me more than you'll ever know. Revision to the sentence, that makes more sense. It's not like he's lying either. It's just the honest truth.
He never tells him this. Can never find the time. Both sides are battling eachother in the war. Him on one side, secretly shipping information to the side who just wants to see Voldemart fall and die forever, to never harm anyone again. To make it so people like Harry could confess the darkest secret to the one he loves, so maybe, just maybe he'd say it too.
He just waits, patiently, day after day, week after week, each time he sees the blonde. He always brings new information, and he's never been wrong. Harry smiles weakly, hoping Draco realizes something is wrong, maybe he'll just come out and say it,"Harry, I love you," and he'll retreat into the night like he has before, only to return to Harry. They'll lay together, and then everything will be right with the world.
Harry realizes this is just stupid. Stupid romantic thoughts taking over his brain ever so slowly, as if it were some disease, one that could not be cured, and he believed that maybe it was a disease, maybe Draco had planted these thoughts in his head as a way to drive him completely insane, so that way, when it came time to fight or die, he'd rather just die because he couldn't bare the thought of killing the one he loved.
So Harry just waits, and waits some more. Everytime he sees Draco, it all comes back. The times he realized that him and Draco are more alike than anyone he's ever known. The times both boys realized they had more in common than any of their peers. "We have so much in common." Draco whispered the first night the boys had actually reached a common ground, when they both came to the conclusion that Voldemort must die,"No one has this much in common with me." he finished. Harry only nodded.
The night Draco came to him in tears because his father had died. In those tearful moments, Harry realized that Draco did love and care for his father, no matter how much hell he had put his family through. He never spoke though, just listened as Draco cried into his shoulder, he rubbed his back, held him close, and just waited. He had hoped, that if he held him the right way, or comforted him that Draco would realize what he had with him, realize that he did love Harry and that everything would be ok.
He didn't.
So, day after day, Harry waits. He analyzes every touch. He muses that anyone who didn't have feelings for a person, wouldn't touch him in that way. He thinks about his words, the way he says them, what he says, and then, he thinks about his actions. Harry just knows theres more to Draco, more than he's saying. So he just waits, despite the growing need to say,"I love you,"he waits to embrace him, he waits for that day when he'll recieve a kiss from those soft, kissable lips.
Harry is always waiting. For he's sure, he loves him too, he just hopes Draco understands, he'll wait forever.