8th Year Valentine's fic :)
February 14th.
Draco sighed to himself as he double checked the date on his calendar by his bed. Since there were so little Slytherin's returning for their 'eighth year', McGonagall made them stay in the dungeons. Draco didn't have a problem with it but it was the fact that he had to share a room with Goyle which was overly awkward because Crabbe wasn't there and sometimes Draco wished he could just disappear from the glare that was constantly thrown at him. He pulled on his robes and grabbed his wand. He didn't want to do anything today but classes were still there and the professors wouldn't exactly be forgiving even if he had survived a war.
Draco had spent majority of the year remaining unseen. Many people hadn't agreed with the Headmistress's decision to allow him to come back given his place in the war and they weren't afraid to be vocal and physical about it. Draco couldn't do anything about it though and he hated it because he knew he deserved every hit and every insult that they threw at him. Majority of the people who had targeted him had been 7th and 8th year Slytherin's and Gryffindor's. He tried to avoid them as much as possible.
"Malfoy!" He heard a voice in the hall on the way to the Great Hall for breakfast. His pace quickened as his heart rate vastly increased at the amount of venom the person said his name with. "Oi! Malfoy! What you running for?" The kid laughed and Draco sighed to himself in a way to calm himself before he entered the Great Hall. The last thing he needed was his lover making a scene. Not that anyone would think he did it willingly. I mean come on, if you had seen the way Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy grew up you wouldn't believe it if you saw them acting lovey-dovey. And then Draco was forced to face reality, no one could save him; not even Harry Potter who, after 3 years of dating, finally realized he loved Draco. Draco had admitted his love for Harry before the war and it clearly hadn't changed because they were now going stronger in their relationship than ever before. Even if it was a secret.
Draco was enthralled by having a secret relationship with Harry. He told Harry, "If the Weasel, She Weasel and Granger don't know something about you, I'll hold it over their heads for as long as you'd like." He smirked at the memory as he realized his breathing was slowly returning to normal and the voice of the bully had disappeared. He didn't think the person would leave him alone on the spot but he didn't let his guard down just because of it. He slowly stepped into the Great Hall and grimaced at how much pink was around. Pink hearts replaced the floating candles and majority of the walls were filled with love quotes. Each table was decorated in pink, red and white table settings and he inwardly groaned at how sickening the sight was to see all the happy couples sharing the day.
He took a seat close to the door as always and as he sat down his eyes quickly averted to the Gryffindor table where he spotted the Golden Trio. He cringed at Weasley and Granger who were being more lovey-dovey than usual. He caught Harry's eyes for a moment and Harry smiled slightly at the attention. Draco returned the smile and looked down at his plate to avoid the blush that was quickly rising up his neck and to his cheeks.
The chatter in the hall quieted for merely a moment before the chatter began even louder as owls entered the Great Hall. Draco kept his head down not expecting any valentine's but was surprised when an owl started pecking his fingers that were folded on the table. He looked up surprised but it quickly faded as he saw the familiar white of Hedwig. He smiled at the owl and she pecked his fingers again affectionately. He looked at her leg and saw the letter. With shaking fingers, he untied the letter setting the bird free. The letter was addressed to My One and Only and Draco smiled at the cheesiness of it. He kept his head down as the blush residing on his cheeks didn't feel the need to leave.
Draco, the note began. We've known each other for eight years and were enemies for four of those years. I haven't and never will regret you finding out about Umbridge in fifth year because look where that lead us. I care about you and I love you so very much. This Valentine's day though, I wanted to do something differently. Look behind you.
Draco confusedly looked up and behind him to see Harry standing there with a sheepish smile. "Potter. What are you doing?" He sneered and Harry took a step forward. "Claiming what's mine." Harry replied and placed his hand in front of Draco signaling him to take it. Draco hesitantly laced his fingers with Harry's and stood. Harry looked up to meet Draco's eyes and smiled. "I love you," He said and kissed him. Draco immediately kissed him back. Sliding his fingers into Harry's hair, Draco slipped his eyes closed at the pleasure he felt. "You sure about this love?" He pulled away from Harry's lips and Harry nodded.
"Harry!" The Weasel yelled and marched across the Great Hall. When he was in front of Harry and Draco, Ron pushed Harry aside and punched Draco square in the jaw. Spitting out the blood the punch surfaced he spoke, "Weasel. As cheerful as ever I see." "What did you do to him!" His voice boomed across the hall and then Draco realized the entire Hall was silent in their wake.
"Nothing." He stated and wiped his cheek. "What the hell do you mean nothing? Harry would never kiss you!" He yelled again and Draco's hands unconsciously went to his temple to soothe a headache that wasn't there but coming on. "Ron." Harry warned and Draco looked up at him shaking his head. "No Harry. Tell him." Draco said and began to sit back down on the bench resting his head in his hands as the headache was claiming territory on the left side of his head. "Draco's my boyfriend. We've been dating since fifth year." Harry stated simply. "The bloody hell you have! What hex did he cast on you. I'll kill him I swear." "If you lay one finger on him you better bet it'll be the last thing you ever do." Harry's voice got dangerously low and Draco had to look up to see that Harry wasn't kidding.
"But he's Malfoy for fucks sake!" Ron screamed, enraged at his bestfriend defending Draco. "And he's also my boyfriend. If you have a problem, I wouldn't mind you kindly walking out of my life right now." "Harry." Draco whispered. "Don't do that. You need your friends. I'm just me yeah?" He chuckled humorlessly. "Draco." Harry started but Draco stood and held up his hand. "No. I think this is over. I'm sorry." He choked out through tears and left the hall. He could have sworn he heard Harry yelling his name but he ignored it and went back to the Slytherin common room.
Back in the Great Hall, Ron was holding Harry back from running after Malfoy. "Mate! Bloody hell what's your problem? You're infatuated with Malfoy now! And not the way you were in sixth year." Harry turned around and gave him a death glare.
"Let me go."
"I will not until you admit that he's got you under some spell." Ron argued. "If you don't let me go, Weasley," he spat. "I'm going to show you what I've learned to do with magic and I really don't think you want me to." Ron stared at Harry in shock. "You wouldn't." He said.
"Try me." Harry's voice carried in the Hall and he snatched his body away from Ron. "If you were my real friend you'd accept that I love him. But clearly you're another arse that supports the Prophet yeah? Piss off." Harry spat and walked out of the hall leaving a gaping Ron in his wake.
Harry quickly found his way to the Slytherin dungeons. This is NOT how I imagined this Valentine's Day, He thought as he spoke the password that was only changed twice a year. He looked around and didn't see Draco in the common room and began walking down the familiar area to Draco's dorm.
"Draco love?" He asked and looked around the dorm to find a lump in Draco's bed. He walked over to it and sat down in front of the place where Draco's face would be. "Draco." He whispered. "No Harry. Go back to your best friend. I'm just a lousy Death Eater and no one cares about me. Not even you." Draco allowed all of his walls to fall down with those words and Harry knew that this was much more personal than he let on. "Draco, look at me." He guided with a stern voice. When the silvery grey of Draco's eyes met his own, Harry said, "Merlin knows I don't give a damn about anyone else but you. You've done so much for me these past few years and I will never forget that, yeah? You may be having a rough time but I told you before I'm here. I'll always be right here." Harry spoke softly as he stroked Draco's cheek with his fingers.
"I love you so much it hurts and I would give up anything, even friendship, to make you happy. If it meant you wouldn't be sad anymore, I'd march straight into muggle London and spill all types of magical stories for you." Draco smiled softly and the tears that were threatening to spill finally did. "I love you too Harry." He smirked and Harry smiled. Draco slowly sat up and Harry sat next to him and pulled Draco into a hug. "I'll never let you go. I promise." Harry muttered into Draco's white-blond hair. "Really?" Draco looked up and Harry nodded. "You're my little ferret. It's my job." "Whatever scarface." Draco sneered and Harry laughed.
He had Draco and nothing else mattered.