Draco and Harry's first kiss had been an accident. A heart-stopping spur of the moment thing. But, despite all of the hardships that their relationship had gone through, it had never once been something that Harry regretted.
Not even when Lucius had threatened to disown Draco for staining the family honor. Harry remembered the way Draco's voice had shook as he read his father's letter to Harry. And the many tears that had fallen soon after that Harry had gently kissed away.
Or when Ron had called Harry a revolting prat for siding with a Malfoy, of all people. Draco had patiently watched as Harry screamed and completely annihilated his dormitory with magic. And when Harry had exhausted himself, Draco had swiftly put it all back to the way it was before and then crawled into bed beside him.
They were strong together, despite everyone else trying to tear them apart. They loved each other, even though the entire world said that they were wrong. And that was all that mattered to Harry.