There are things about him I just don't understand. Harry Potter is my best friend but still an utter mystery to me. You can't read anything about what he's feeling by looking in his amazing green eyes. And you can't ask him about it either. I mean sure I know things about Harry that others don't but I can't shake off the feeling that I still don't know him.

"Draco?" That snaps me out of my thoughts and I look to see Harry giving me the worried eyes, how long have I been quiet?

"Yea Harry?" I say.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks moving so he is now sitting in front of me, and rests his hands on my knees. I can feel his eyes boring into my face, I look up to meet his eyes, and give a weak smile.

"Nothing really. Just thinking of how I'm going to go about this Transfiguration essay due Friday." I say, completely lying, but how could I tell Harry that I haven't been able to get him out of my mind since that one moment last summer in Malfoy Manor.

"Draco?" Harry asks wearingly, he seems lost in thought.

"Yes Harry?" I say slightly confused of what it could be now.

"Have you ever felt a tugging at your heart? Like there's something missing from it?" He asks tenitively. He seems so young when he does this, so innocent.

"No Harry. I can't say I have," I answer, cursing to myself when I see his face fall even further into a frown.

"Oh. Oh well then, never mind Draco." He says as he moves to get up. I stop him by grabbing his arm and he looks at me. Waiting for me to say something, anything. I stand up next to him, and take his other hand in mine, and peer deeply into those famous green eyes.

"Why Harry? What's been bothering you?" I say, never letting my eyes move to another target.

"Nothing Draco, just forget I said anything ok?" He says, almost heart broken. With that says he tears his hands from mine and runs towards my mum's rose gardens.

I never found out what he meant by that, and it's been hurting me ever since to know he has something he wont tell me. But I've never brought it up again. I don't want to ever see that look cross my friends face again.

We are in our 7th and last year of Hogwarts, both in the Slytherin house, we should be spending time with others, gaining the allies we need. But instead we are both lost in complete thought. Or were, until Harry broke it.

"Ok, Drake, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Harry says, taking his hands off my knees, which grow terribly cold with the loss of contact, and looks away.

"It's not that Harry. I'd love to tell you, but I don't know how you'd react," I say with a desperate tone in my voice, I immediately curse myself for sounding so whinny. I'm a Malfoy, Malfoys don't whine.

"You can tell me anything, Drake, you know that," He says, putting his hands on my knees again, I sigh inwardly, happy for the added contact.

"Not this, Harry, this time, is different." I say dropping my voice down to a whisper; I don't want anyone in the crowded common room to over hear us, "just like this summer at the Manor, when you couldn't tell me something."

"Is that what this is about Draco? You're still thinking about that? I thought for sure you would just forget about it." He says looking down as if he was slightly ashamed.

"How could I forget about it Harry? You said something that made me start thinking, and I haven't been able to stop. You asked if I ever felt tugging at my heart. Something missing. And at that time I hadn't. Until you made your reaction," I pause to look deeper into Harry's eyes, so he knows how hard this is for me to say, "I hadn't. But you looked so hurt after I said no, I immediately felt that tugging. That's why I tried to stop you, I wanted to know why."

"Because every time I was away from you, I'd feel it. I still feel it." He said, almost shamefully, "and I wanted to know if it was the same for you. But it isn't. And I'm ok with that." He finished, now shame was glossing his every word, and I finally saw through the barrier and got my first glimpse of the real Harry Potter. I hugged him. I hugged him hard.

"But Harry you don't understand. I do feel that way," I whisper desperately into his ear, "every time you spend time with someone else, every time you laugh, and you aren't laughing with me. I get jealous Harry." I say, knowing too late that I just pored out my soul to him. I feel him tighten his hold around me, and I can feel the tears coming up. I blink them back. It wont help anything to be seen crying like a baby in the Slytherin common room, of all places.

"You don't know how good it felt to hear you say that," I hear him say quietly.
We sit there for maybe minutes, could've been hours, until the common room grew quiet and darker. No one bothered us, which is slightly amazing. Did they all know something I don't?

As we slide each away from each other, I can't help to stop the smile that is forming on my face. I have felt that jealousy for so long, and have hid it, ashamed of the way I felt about my best friend. But the realization was starting to hit me. Harry felt the same way. He loved me too. He's known me for 7 years, and in those 7 years, some how he grew to love me as more then a friend. Just as I had grown to love him, but I knew the moment it started for me, back in our fifth year.

We were on the quidditch pitch, just after Harry had one yet another game for us, and it was emptying out. The rest of our house had already done their congratulations, and had left to get the common room ready for the usual after party, while the rest of the team had already made their way to the showers. Leaving Harry and I alone.

I couldn't help but notice the sweat glistening on his faces, or the way he was taking shallow breaths, trying to slow down his heart beat. The way his smile grew wider when he finally realized that he had won yet another game, or even the proud look he had in his eyes when he looked at his broom. After thinking all this I couldn't help but run up to him and give him a hug, and was surprised when he hugged back eagerly.

"You did it again Harry!" I said exuberantly.

"Yes I did, didn't I?" He said chuckling, still clinging to me as if he were holding on for life. I sucked in a breath through my noise and caught a whiff of his smell, even his sweat smelled good. Bit before I could do anything more Harry tore away from me rather suddenly and I couldn't stop the confused face that must have shown itself to him.

"I have to get showered. I'll see you in the common room later?" He said.

"Yea, sure." I answer, ashamed at myself for acting the way I had, like a love sick puppy. With my answer given he says good bye and turns towards the showers, leaving me to stand alone on the pitch.

And that's when it all started.

At first I hadn't realized what it all had meant but over the next few months I had found myself noticing the little things about Harry more and more. The way his hair looked after he had just woken up in the morning. The way he sat when he read. Even the way he looked at the other students, that made me jealous. Though I knew I could not act on these impulses about Harry, and I was really in denial of the fact that I was slowly falling in love with my best friend. That was a male on top of all that! If people found out about my true feelings and attractions towards Harry, it could mean hell for both of us. So I stayed quiet. For two years I had held my love in secret, only to learn that he felt the same way. I opened up to him, and now I accepted it. I am gay. And I'm in love with the famous Boy-Who-Lived. And he could die when he finally faces Voldemort. And that in truth could be anytime now.

"Harry," I say quietly looking into his eyes…I have to do this.

"Yea Draco?" He asks.

"I love you," I answer tentatively, though I have a feeling he feels the same way…I really don't know how he'll take it. I don't know if he's accepted it yet.

"I love you too," He says and I see the smile spread across his face. I can feel my insides burst with joy and I fight back to show it outside of myself, but loose just enough to let the smile come across my lips.

"I've loved you since 4th year." I hear him say, and mentally kick myself in the head for not having told him sooner. "Seeing you that year at the Yule Ball caused a flood of emotions to flow through me. Then most prominent was jealousy that you were there with Pansy and not me. Laughing and smiling with her, dancing with her…it took me quite a while to figure out why I left that way."

I look into his eyes deeper and wait to see if there is any more for him to tell me in his story, while I hit myself again mentally. After a few minutes of silence and realization that he was done with his story, and after I had relived that night in my head I started talking.

"It was 5th year for me," I start out saying, "After the quidditch game against Gryffindor. Remember? Everyone had gotten off the pitch and only a few were left in the stands, it was only really you and I. I started noticing little things about you that I hadn't ever thought about before. The way you smiled, your smell, the way the sweat made your quidditch uniform stick to you. After that I started noticing more and more, and I got more scared every time I thought about it. I was in denial really until the beginning of this past summer. A few weeks before you asked your question, and I just come to terms with the fact that I was gay, that I am gay. And that I love you."

At some point during my story I had gotten up and moved around so that I was now standing in front of the fire place, my back towards Harry. We stayed in silence for a few minutes, but it was a peaceful silence. Rarely is the common room ever this quiet. I never heard Harry move from his spot on the floor but soon I felt him come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waste. I melted into the embrace and leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder. We stayed there comfortably till nearly midnight, when we decided it would probably be wise to get some rest. We had classes to deal with in the morning. So hand in hand we walked up the stares into the room we shared with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle, and got ready for bed.

"Draco?" Harry whispered quietly.

"Yea Harry?" I ask.

"Will you go out with me?"

"Of course." And with that I drifted into a happy sleep.