Communication

HOW ON EARTH DID THIS HAPPEN?

Harry was standing in the corridor watching the paintings move. It was something Malfoy had said to him the other day when they had passed in the hallway. Harry had been growling at a painting that looked pompous. Malfoy had stared at him before saying,

Potter, do you ever just look at the paintings? Do you ever see their depth and admire their history rather than look at them with annoyance? Just because they look like something you don't like doesn't mean you have to growl at it. Some of them are beautiful paintings. Don't insult them.

Harry had just stared at the blonde as he walked away. There had been no malice, no sneer, no confident insult, just a simple suggestion and chiding, that sounded like it should come from Hermione.

But Harry knew that already.

Harry had been shocked because it was the first thing Malfoy had said to him since the Triwizard Tournament.

When he had been led to Moody's office by the fake moody, Malfoy had burst through the door, professors trailing behind and stunned Bartimus Crouch Jr. He had looked enraged and furious just as the Professors had. Harry had stared as the features on the blonde's face softened as he looked at Harry. He had smiled sadly then and said with soft words

I'm sorry.

Harry had been overwhelmed by the apology. It was as if Malfoy were apologizing for everything he's ever done and for every fall that had befallen Harry. Unfortunately, the blonde left before Harry could say anything. He didn't see the blonde after that.

Both Malfoy and Professor Snape had disappeared.

Harry had written Malfoy two letters, expressing his gratitude, his forgiveness and acceptance. Malfoy never replied and he never appeared at school the next year. Professor Snape had apparently taken a leave of absence.

No one said a word about it.

Ron had been joyous and Hermione had smacked him. Harry was deflated. Somehow the blonde Slytherin had made a permanent residence in Harry's head and Harry's thoughts always flew to him.

He thought about Malfoy everyday wondering what on earth was happening.

Then the blonde came back.

Halfway through the year both Malfoy and Snape had come back looking like hell. Harry had been in Dumbledore's office learning Occlumency when they had both appeared behind the Professor. Malfoy was unconscious and Snape was looking worse for wear. Dumbledore had asked Harry to call for Madam Pomfrey, and then he asked Harry to leave. Harry hadn't wanted to but did anyway because Dumbledore had a look in his eyes that Harry could not argue with.

Harry hadn't slept that night.

The two weeks later he was shocked when Malfoy had walked up to him in the hallway and gave him a letter then walked off. There was so much he had wanted to ask the blonde, but he hadn't the chance. He had read the letter that night.

The next day he found the blonde during a free period and hugged him. He hugged the taller boy until the blonde broke down. He held him until the blonde held him back. He held him to comfort him, to help him, to show the Slytherin that he wasn't alone. He held the blonde until he couldn't anymore. They sat in each other's arms until they had class where they reluctantly parted ways.

Draco continued to plague Harry's mind but they didn't meet often and he began to feel dejected.

Then Draco began to 'bump' into him a lot. Everytime they met there would be a letter in his pocket that he would find afterwards.

This continued until now. Harry took out the letter Draco had placed in his pocket.

He smiled at the small doodles that covered the green envelope. Draco loved doodling; he loved making small swirls, snitches, flowers, silly faces and broomsticks on the envelope's he gave Harry. Harry thought it was cute. Harry opened the envelope carefully and took out the letter. He admired Draco's elegant script before reading it.

Dear Harry,

PARKINSON IS AFTER ME AGAIN.

Oh Merlin please help me. I've tried everything but she just won't leave me alone. Harry, do you know how many times in a day she ruins my perfect sculptured mask by making me want to strangle her? Ha ha. I don't think you do.

That's the newest headline for me.

Hello Harry. I'm glad you are doing well in Potions. I think it's because Severus isn't out to eat your balls anymore. Ugh horrible mental image. Though I think your red headed friend seems to be able to do the impossible. Even Longbottom doesn't make Severus mad like that.

Have you read the book I sent you? I hope you find it interesting. I didn't want to bore you so I chose one of my favourites.

I want to thank you for the other day as well. You really saved my bloody arse. I think they would have eaten me and thrown you my bones. I also apologize for not talking to you again. I still cannot speak and I wanted to thank you so badly, even though I didn't look it.

BUT, that has all changed! Severus found the cure and I've been taking it for this month. I can SPEAK Harry! But I think you already know that. Are you staring at the paintings? I think you are, curiosity was always one of your biggest traits. Have you seen any that you like yet?

I like the painting of a black haired young man. His painting is a mix of black and green and alluring silver. I know it sounds very Slytherin but you would understand when you see the painting. The man's pale eyes and sharp face stick out from the painting and the dark colours pull you in. It reminds me of the sky at night when the grass is dark.

Oh, I'm babbling again. I hope you are well. But I'll see that for myself. Do you know your eyes are your soul?

Love Draco.

Harry stared at the painting on the wall and folded Draco's letter. He would put it with the others later.

He sighed and thought about how right Draco was about the painting.

"I still don't know who it is," said a voice from beside him. Harry spun to see Draco standing beside him. "Draco," he whispered. The tall blonde only had pyjama pants on; allowing Harry to rake his eyes over the blonde's chest, his hair was loose until his shoulders, face lit up by his smile, eyes warm and friendly.

"Hello Harry," Draco said.

Harry was lost in unimaginable happiness and somehow his hand made it to Draco's cheek.

"Beautiful,"

Draco rubbed his cheek against Harry's hand, still smiling.

Then Draco looked at Harry straight in the eyes. Harry gasped as a rush went through him.

Harry looked at the beautiful creature in front of him and his heart clenched. Draco looked so at peace, so vulnerable, so happy, so delicate, and so amazingly beautiful that Harry's throat dried at the thought of anything harming Draco. He wanted to protect Draco. He wanted to hold Draco. He wanted to feel Draco's heart against his.

"What are you doing to me Draco?" Harry whispered lovingly and stroked Draco's cheek.

Draco shuddered and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing to ME Harry?" Draco replied moving closer.

Harry smirked. He cupped Draco's face and gently placed his lips on Draco's.

"Whatever it is it's amazing," they both said.

Draco began giggling and Harry couldn't help but follow the blonde and soon both were clutching their sides, laughing.

Harry wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist and chuckled into the blonde's neck. Draco settled down and leaned into Harry's touch. "Oh Harry. How on earth did this happen?" Draco asked making swirls on Harry's hand. Harry closed his eyes.

Harry thought, back to the first time the Slytherin had shown him the true Draco.

'I'm sorry,'

For Harry, it had started there. His soul had been pulled out by those heart wrenching words. Every bad thing Draco had ever done, every wrong he had done to Harry all were forgiven, there and then. Harry could see Draco's soul hurt with every fibre when he had apologized. Draco had truly meant it and nothing in Harry thought otherwise.

Harry smiled.

Then the letters. The letters were filled with love and caring and Harry had never been so overwhelmed. He couldn't even feel that way around Ron or Hermione. The only one who came close was Sirius.

"It was the letters,"

Draco looked at Harry. His face was lit with surprise. A faint pink tainted the blonde's pale complexion.

"Oh, and in my defence, the picture which I was growling at earlier looked like Bellatrix," Harry added "I wanted to draw a moustache and an 'I kissed VOLDIESHORTS's perfect white buns' sign on it,"

Draco stared at him before bursting out laughing.

"Harry. Honestly, I've never met anyone like you," Draco said.

"Well Draco, honestly, I thing you're the most amazing person I've met," Harry replied.

"Of course I am Harry. Shouldn't you know by now, I'm born perfect," Draco retorted.

Harry laughed.

"Yes princess," he said.

"Oy. Don't get iffy,"

Harry laughed again and Draco joined him.

After they had cooled down again Harry pushed some of Draco's hair back and looked at Draco's eyes.

"Letters. All through letters. You're right. How on earth did this happen?" Harry mumbled.

Draco sighed with a smile and looked at Harry's bright green eyes.

"I've loved you ever since first year. I'm just glad you do to," Draco said.

Harry smirked. "How in Merlin's rotten beard could I not love you when you shown me a face like that? You had me at I'm sorry," Harry said.

Draco tilted his head. Harry held him tighter.

"Your letters kept me through each day. I have read them over and over and over again and never bore. Of course I love you Draco son of Malfoy, godson of the scariest man on earth, sexiest creature alive and most beautiful person in my life," Harry said.

"The sight of you kept me moving every minute. I have watched you since the day you set foot in Madam Malkins and even after you turned me down. I love you Harry son of Potter, boy-who-is-to-bloody-sexy-to-be-killed, owner of the greenest eyes I've ever seen and the most amazing person in my life," Draco replied.

"I love you Draco,"

"I love you Harry,"

"Are those considered vows?"

"If they weren't I'd say them again and marry you,"

"Really?"

"With every fibre in my body,"

"Oh those magical letters,"

"Yes those magical letters,"

Harry smiled down at Draco and placed his lips on the blonde's.

"Mine," he whispered.

"Yours," Draco answered.

Complete, so amazingly complete.

Love.

Anything would survive with love, except enemies.

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I know I haven't finished my other story but I've found it too hard to continue. Not to say I won't. I owe you unbelievably loyal readers. I apologize. So I've decided to start two new stories and see which one goes with my flow. Please read&review and most of all ENJOY. I hope.