Disclaimer: I don't own them, of course, because if I did, I wouldn't have time to be writing this. I would be far too busy.

Author's Note: This is the lightest thing I think I have ever written. Oh, and this story has nothing to do with the fantastic song by the All-American Rejects.

Harry Potter had one huge secret. It was one he had held close to his heart since he was a fourth year. He was in love with Draco Malfoy.

It came as a huge shock to him when he first realized the truth. He was realizing for the first time that not only did he fancy boys, he was also in love with his biggest rival. The realization came to him when he first discovered who was behind the "Potter Stinks:" buttons. He was surprised to realize that it hurt more when he knew who was responsible. He began to think, 'Why would it bother me more that Malfoy is behind all of this? It shouldn't even surprise me, really.'

But when he really thought about it, he knew the truth. And that brought about ten years of lying to everyone, including his closest friends. He could never tell Ron and Hermione, because Malfoy was their biggest rival as well. Not to mention the fact that he was also a boy. So Harry suffered through three years of unrequited love that he tried very hard to pass off as obsessive hatred, all the while wishing that he could have a chance with Malfoy.

Alas, that opportunity never occurred while they were in school, and after Malfoy's big exit from Hogwarts during their sixth year, Harry was forced to shove his feelings to an even deeper place within his heart where he hoped they would never again see the light of day.

During the war, Harry was really too busy to even begin thinking about Malfoy. That is, until he discovered that Malfoy was actually a spy. Then he had to think about him all of the time, because Harry was made Malfoy's handler. That way any top secret information Malfoy had to share would go directly to the top without worry of it accidentally or even purposely leaking.

Harry was able to keep his secret to himself though. Every time he would even come remotely close to jumping Malfoy he would firmly remind himself that this was not the time. And that dark allies and abandoned buildings were hardly the place for romantic rendezvous. Of course, that only became harder when he realized that Malfoy was gay, too. Though, when he thought about it, it should have been obvious from the very beginning because no one was more of a ponce than Draco Malfoy.

Despite many chances to let the secret slip, he managed to keep it throughout the five year war and even for three years after the war. During that time, it was exceptionally difficult because Harry and Malfoy, now called Draco, had become friends. Five years of close contact in a stressful situation will do that to people, so it was no surprise to anyone when they began to spend a lot of time together after the war.

Throughout those ten long years, Harry was always wishing for a chance to tell Draco about his feelings. What he didn't realize, was that he had been given too many chances to count. Too many chances he had never taken. Then one day, a very drunk Harry Potter accidentally admitted his undying love for his friend to his friend while said friend was trying to help him get to bed to sleep it off.

The encounter went something like this:

Harry: You're sooooooooooo pretty, Draco!

Draco (sneering): You're just now noticing that, Potter?

Harry: No. I've known for a looooooooooooooong time. A really long time. Long, long, long, long, long…

Draco (raising eyebrow): Really? And you're just now telling me?

Harry (shrugging and stumbling a bit): 'M not sposed to tell 'cause then you might know 'bout the secret.

Draco: What secret?

Harry (attempting to roll eyes and failing miserably): The one 'm not sposed to tell!

Draco: Harry, you have to tell me. I'm your best friend and best friends don't have secrets.

Harry: Nope, 'm not gonna (hic) tell you the secret (hic) 'bout how I love Malfoy.

Draco: You're not going to tell me that you are in love with me?

Harry: Nope, 'm not gonna tell. I have to keep it a secret.

Draco (exasperatedly): Why do you have to keep it a secret. Maybe I love you, too.

Harry: Nope, you can't. 's umpossible.

Draco: You mean impossible?

Harry: Yep, 's zactly what I mean.

Draco: Okaaaaay…I'm just going to help you get to bed and we can talk about this in the morning.

Harry: mmmhmmm.

The next morning, Harry stumbled out of his bedroom to find Draco sleeping peacefully on his couch. He had just a moment to stare before Draco's eyelids began to flutter and he found himself gazing into blue/gray eyes he could lose himself in. That is, until he shook himself out of it, afraid of giving up his secret.

"So, um, how trashed was I last night?" he asked nervously.

"Pretty trashed. At least enough to give up all of your deep dark secrets," Draco replied, staring at him pointedly.

Harry gulped and laughed in a shaky slightly hysterical sort of way. "Um, really? Ha, Ha. What kind of secrets?"

Draco's eyes softened, but of course, Harry missed that little detail. "Oh, too many to name them all, but one in particular. You told me you love me."

Harry stepped backward and his eyes began darting from side to side. "Um, yeah. That's hilarious, isn't it. I don't know why I would have said anything like that. Yeah, well, I think I have to go throw up now. You know, the hangover and all of that," and he rushed off to the bathroom.

When he returned thirty minutes later, he was sincerely hoping that Draco would have already gone, but he had no such luck. Draco was sitting at the breakfast bar calmly nibbling at dry toast and reading the paper. He noticed that the space next to Draco had also been set with toast, water, and a bottle of asprin.

He thought that maybe they would just be able to forget about it all until Draco finally spoke. "Why couldn't you tell me that you love me when you were sober?" came the question of the day.

"Draco, I was drunk, okay? I didn't even know what I was saying, you have to believe that," Harry pleaded.

"Why do I have to believe that? I don't you know. I believe that you are in love with me, just like you said last night when your guard was down. I want to know why you can't tell me that under normal circumstances and why you think I could not possibly return your feelings."

Harry looked away before saying, "I can't tell you because it's not true."

"That's a lie, Harry, and you know it. I know you love me. I just wish you would have said something sooner. It would have saved me a lot of heartache," Draco told him.

"But I … wait. It would have saved you a lot of heartache. What is that supposed to mean?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "It means that I love you, too, you daft cow. I don't know why because you are apparently not the fastest snitch on the quidditch pitch, but I do. If you really love me, then I wish you would have done something about it because then I wouldn't have had to wait for you all of these years."

"Wait a minute. You were waiting for me to say something?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Well, I was never really sure how you felt, and I was obvious enough that I thought even someone as slow as you could figure it out. Everyone else knew."

"Who knew?"

"Everyone. Blaise, Vincent, Greg, Snape, Ron, Hermione…"

"THEY KNEW!"

"Well, Hermione figured it out first. She always said we would make a great couple, but I was always sure you weren't interested."

"You mean to tell me that if I had just told even Hermione about my secret, we could have been together years ago?"

"Well, yeah. Boy, Potter, if I ever have a secret, at least now I know who I can trust to never tell," Draco said, smirking.

Harry's eyes were wide as he began to stutter, "But I…I mean…I can't believe it…just can't…I don't understand…I…" Then Draco silenced him once and for all with the sweetest kiss Harry had ever received.

From that day forward, Harry and Draco were inseparable (often literally), and Harry never kept a secret from Draco or Hermione again.