Animal Love I
Draco redeemed himself after the war. He became a whole new person without the influence of his family and he felt he finally became himself. After the war Draco worked in the Auror office, just a few desks down from his former rival Harry Potter. They were civil with each other but rarely engaged in conversation together unless it was work-related, though sometimes Draco could swear he saw Harry staring, almost longingly, at him across the desks in the office.
At the work Christmas party Draco was certain Harry's eyes travelled his way a suspiciously frequent amount of times, though Draco only noticed this because he was looking at Harry so much himself.
How could he not, with those pretty green eyes? His dress robes complemented them so well, Draco could barely keep his mind on the conversations he was having, though that could have partially been because of the utterly boring conversations he was having with the boring Ministry employees.
After consuming a rather large amount of firewhiskey he wanted to ask Harry why he kept staring at him. He stood up from where he was sitting, stumbling at first, then strode over to the table where Harry was standing, talking to Weasley.
"Potter," he announced, quite grandly in his intoxication, "I want a word with you!" Harry obliged to walk with Draco to a quiet corridor separate to the main party as he could tell Draco was drunk and didn't want to cause a scene.
"What is it Malfoy?" Harry asked impatiently.
Draco leaned in close to Harry's ear. Even from there Harry could smell the alcohol in his breath. "Why have you been staring at me all night?" Draco whispered, tickling Harry's ear pleasantly. Harry was stumped by this, he thought he was sneaking glances at Draco but had he been staring obviously at him? Had Draco realised Harry's love for him or was he too drunk to recognise the signs?
Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Draco, who had become impatient in waiting for an answer, started spinning in wide circles, and ended up falling over. Harry leant down to give him a hand to get up but Draco pulled Harry down on top of him. "I don't mind, you know. With the staring. Your eyes are pretty and green and nice to look at," Draco had his hands clamped around Harry's waist to stop him getting up, "but I'd like an answer."
"Oh, umm…" Harry didn't know what to say, Draco seemed to be flirting with him but he didn't know if it was just because he was drunk. He did seem quite intoxicated, but he also called Harry's eyes pretty and said he didn't mind the staring. Could Draco be interested in Harry too? Harry, deciding Draco was probably too drunk to remember it in the morning, stopped struggling to get up and kissed Draco gently on the lips. Harry lifted his head up to see Draco's reaction and saw a grin spread across the face below his.
"Is that your answer?" Draco enquired. In response Harry kissed Draco again and Draco reciprocated, kissing back deeper and more passionately.
Even if he does remember this in the morning, Harry thought, our love will be enough to protect the both of us.