Title: Guiding Lights
Author: TwilightKitsune1-REBORN
Word Count: 1,489
Rating: T
Prompt: Day One
Warning: AU, OOC-ness, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, places, etc. found from the Harry Potter universe, it is property of J.K. Rowling. Also I'm broke so please don't sue, all this is is a story for a bit of fun not profit :D
Author's Notes: I just found the challenges today and I was worried I wouldn't even get one finished! Woot for finishing one and hey, I think it turned out pretty good and not catastrophic like I was thinking it may near the beginning ;P
This is written for 25 days of Draco and Harry on Slythindor100

Guiding Lights

The snow was drifting in lazy flurries since the night before causing a thick white blanket to be the only thing anyone saw when they looked outside. Street lamps burned dimly in the frost of the day to give some semblance of light on the roads or rather the paths people took so no one would get lost in the snow. Many dared not to trudge out in the weather, choosing instead to stay huddled inside their homes for warmth.

Most people stayed inside except for Harry Potter. He had chosen this day to venture out and finally tell his feelings to the one he cared for, his true feelings. He couldn't keep this inside anymore, couldn't ignore it; he felt as though his heart would burst if he did. He had decided to do this a week ago but he had never thought the weather would work against him. He couldn't help but feel the irony of it all as he pulled his thick jacket tighter to him.

He knew he could have waited, could have just done this whole "confession" another day... Shaking his head Harry knew he couldn't have. He'd have come up with an excuse; a reason not to see it through if he had let the weather beat him. If he had chosen to shut his front door now and do it another day he'd have gone insane thinking- knowing- he may have lost his only chance.

Looking up Harry wanted to make sure he was still on the path and hadn't wandered off in some random direction. He saw the welcome glow from the lamp post though he also saw the snow still falling with no sign of slowing. Silently he hoped he'd not become a living snowman in his expedition for love.

"For love?" Harry mumbled silently to himself as his feet halted in mid-step. "I can only hope he feels the same... How many years were we fighting? The years of our rivalry outweighed the years we've been friends... Am I just being stupid?..."

Shaking his head Harry looked forward and continued walking. Doubts would do him no good now and he knew that. He'd worry later, after he'd opened his mouth and said the words he needed to say. It wasn't like they hadn't already made leaps and bounds in their relationship with each other. In the end who would have thought that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy would have ended up to be such good friends?

And now Harry felt like he was walking the longest walk he'd ever walked just to tell that same Draco Malfoy he'd been rivals with back in school, that he now had feelings for him. That he cared for him far deeper then friends care for each other. That he wanted to date him. That he wanted to be Draco Malfoy's boyfriend.

Harry felt as though his face caught fire with just that thought of his confession. Even in this frigid cold he could still feel the burn of his blush.

Harry tried to steady his breathing knowing he was getting close to Draco's home. How many times had he come here? Invited over after work for a drink, or to see something new Draco had "found interesting" having to buy it, or even just having to carry a drunk and stumbling Draco back after they had gone out to a bar, yes Harry knew Draco's home better than his own sometimes. He knew the way and was welcome inside with a smile once the door was closed behind him, having to keep the Malfoy demeanor intact for the world.

Harry was as welcome in Draco's home as Draco was at Harry's. Neither questioning, both always welcoming each other. With a sigh Harry looked at the oak door that stood in front of him, the evergreen wreath Harry had made for him a few weeks ago hung on the door for the world to see.

Harry's hand shook as he lifted it and silently he wondered if it was from the cold or if it was from his nerves. Grasping the knocker that laid in the wreath he tried to give it the same sturdy raps he always did but for some reason even his knock sounded hesitant to his ears but thankfully they were loud enough to carry through the halls. He wasn't thankful though when he heard the hurried footsteps from inside.

"Bloody hell Potter!" Draco nearly yelled as he dragged Harry inside as soon as the door opened and he took in the snow covered Harry standing in his entryway. "What do you think you're doing out in this weather?!"

"Trying to become a living snowman?" Harry joked as he felt the warmth of Draco's house engulf him.

"Obviously." Draco drawled out annoyed and closed the door behind them. "I've got a fire going, come on." He said and tried to pull Harry along behind him.

"Wait I came here for a reason and I need to tell you before..." Draco turned and confused grey eyes now looked at Harry, searching, and Harry felt some of his courage melt. "Before I can't."

"Well tell me before you become hypothermic." Draco said with a small smile playing at his lips. "I just don't understand why you would walk in this weather." Draco said a bit annoyed.

"To think, to get my thoughts together, to get some courage, you know the main reasons I walk around some times."

Draco raised one of his perfect eyebrows at Harry's words. "Must be something for you to need to walk in this."

"It's something."

"Are you going to say it or are we going to dance around what you walked in the snow for all day until you get sick and I'm stuck taking care of you?"

Harry laughed and shook his head. He came here for a reason... Taking a breath he opened his mouth and found his voice had gone. 'Damn!' Taking another breath he tried again and this time his voice came out horse, as though it hadn't been used for hours. Harry coughed and looked up at an amused looking Draco, "Having problems?" he asked with a smug look on his face.

A challenge from Draco was always hard to ignore, even now. It wasn't the best idea Harry had ever had but it would get his point across better than his words that were, at this moment, failing him. So without even thinking about it Harry leaned forward, his hand brushing through Draco's platinum blond hair that had been so perfectly done, that had always plagued Harry's thoughts, and pulled him closer. There was surprise, there was shock in Draco's eyes, and then Harry saw nothing as his eyes closed and he bridged the gap between them as their lips met.

Harry could feel everything inside of him swell up, a warmth that had nothing to do with the house filled every fiber of him. This was what he had been waiting for, who he had been waiting for, everything he had wanted lay in this kiss and secrets lay beyond. Every ounce of him craved Draco, craved to hold him closer and bring him deeper, to fall under the rapids that were beating against him and to fly above the peaks that stood tall and welcoming. Harry could feel Draco in his arms, felt Draco's stiffness at first when he had been drawn into the kiss but after a moment that stiffness had melted and Draco melded into Harry, their bodies flush against each other.

Harry slowly, testing the willingness of Draco eased his tongue into Draco's mouth as the hand resting on Draco's hip made lazy circles with his thumb. Draco clung tighter to Harry as the kiss became deeper and moaned into Harry's mouth.

Slowly Harry pulled back and looked down into the half lidded eyes of Draco. "That pretty much cover's it."

"That you're a pervert?" Draco said after he regained his voice.

"You are too." Harry joked.

"I was accosted by a skilled accoster; I'm not a pervert on purpose." Draco said still holding onto Harry's shoulders.

Harry smiled at Draco before leaning down and touching his forehead to Draco's. "I seem to have fallen for you Draco Malfoy, I just needed a kiss from you for a bit of courage I guess to come out and say it."

Draco smiled and gently kissed Harry on the lips and looked at him. "Two things Potter. One, you are a pervert to need a kiss for courage, and two, it took you long enough to say something. I was thinking I was going to have to be the one to stop this dance and say something."

"You mean!"

"Of course Potter." Draco said with a laugh. "Now can I get you in front of the fire to make sure you don't freeze on me my pervert?"

The End