Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Blaise/Pansy, Seamus/Neville, George/Angelina, Fred/Lee, Lucius/Narcissa, eventual Dean/Ginny
Rating: T (mild language)
Summary: Everyone has been shaken by the war. Family and friends lost to the cause, restarting lives, and the coming out of The Boy Who Lived with a Death Eater no less. How is everyone dealing with this great aftershock?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling 3 I do not make money from this either, just a slight headache when the characters don't cooperate...
Harry walked around the outskirts of the remains of the castle. He survived and defeated Voldemort, and was now trying to avoid everyone and sort out his thoughts.
He knew Hermione and Ron were waiting for him, along with the rest of the Weasely's. And Ginny, fuck. How was he supposed to tell her he didn't love her like he used to? To tell all of them the person he was most worried about throughout the war was that infuriating arrogant blonde that had gotten under his skin to such an extreme level.
"Potter." Harry whipped his head around trying to find that voice brought out such conflicting emotions in him.
"Malfoy." He watched the other man walk up to him and stop short a few steps away to lean against the tree next to the lake. When did he make his way over to the lake… Draco raked a hand through his hair exhaling loudly.
"How long are you going to keep this up Potter?" Harry noticed Draco had wrapped his arms around his chest defensively. Of course he would have this all figured out already. He took a hesitant step towards Draco, shaking his head.
"Am I really that obvious? How can you just accept this? No qualms, problems, fears." He looked into Draco's eyes before looking at the grass just barely whispering, "I faced Voldemort no problem, but this, this is something I'm scared of."
Draco's arms were around Harry in a heartbeat, his presence more comforting than Harry could have imagined. "No one who matters will be bothered with this-us. They may not like me, but they will get over it because they want you to be happy for once. You out of all people deserve happiness Harry." He lifted Harry's head up until he was looking into deep emerald pools and leaned in so their foreheads were touching.
"How can you be so positive Draco?" Harry had to remember to breathe; Draco was so close to him it was even hard to focus. He could feel Draco's breath on his lips and looked at those lips so close to his. He blushed, focusing on the emotions swirling in the grey eyes locked on his.
"Because I have been waiting for the day all this war bollocks to be over with," Draco brushed the back of his hand against Harry's cheek and smiled, "the day where I can say you and I are together, and that shimmer of happiness in your eye is because you know you'll be coming home to me and no one else." He moved so his lips were just about touching Harry's and stopped. "It's up to you to make this leap Harry, but if you make it I'll be with you every step of the way."
Harry took a deep breath in, closed his eyes and closed the little gap left between their lips. His arms wrapped around Draco as the kiss deepened. His mind swimming with the possibilities of a future with the man he was embracing.
"You ready to face them then?" Draco had broken the kiss and took Harry's hand in his.
Harry entwined their fingers and smiled at Draco, "As ready as I'll ever be."
A/N: Okay so I have decided to write this after it sat in my head for two weeks. If you like it, great! If you don't, well sucks to be you I don't write to please others.
Please R&R, this will be a multi-chap fanfic.