Draco was curled up in Harry's arms as they sat beside the great lake. Neither of them were used to this but it felt natural enough. Very few Gryffindors and even fewer Slytherins were okay with the idea of them together but they honestly didn't care what anyone besides each other thought. Draco had known they day that he met Harry that one day he would be in love with him. He had had seven years to get used to the idea so it wasn't much of a shock when he realized just how much he cared about Harry. Harry on the other hand hadn't been expecting it in the least. To say that he was shocked was the understatement of the century. Imagine a day when you would rather give your life then see your enemy suffer. Harry hadn't been very fond of the idea and quickly sunk into the memory.
"What did you do to me?" he wailed at the Slytherin. Draco, who was only Malfoy at the time, smirked.
"What ever do you mean Harry?" Harry hadn't noticed until then that Malfoy had been calling him Harry for quite a while now.
"You know exactly what I mean," Harry had hissed. Malfoy raised his eyebrows.
"Actually I don't."
"Why am I…in love with you?" Harry had whisper/yelled. He had expected a cold, dark laugh but Malfoy had only looked mildly shocked.
"That's a dangerous thing to say Harry."
"Why?"
"If the feeling is mutual, who knows what I might do?" Malfoy said with a rather evil sneer. Harry shivered. Malfoy had stalked forward, pushing Harry into a broom closet. Harry could hear the door lock and even though he couldn't see it. He also couldn't see Malfoy's smirk but he knew it was there.
Harry shuddered a bit at the memory. It was one of his favorite memories but it still unnerved him slightly. Draco looked up at him.
"You alright?" he asked carefully.
"Yeah I'm fine. Even though you're hear," Harry said teasingly. Draco pouted.
"You're so mean to me," he said increasing his pout.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" Harry asked lowly. Draco grinned.
"I have an idea," he mumbled and gave Harry the best kiss (along with many other things) he'd ever had. Harry looked up in time to see a million fireflies in the sky. Or were they stars?