"What are you doing here, Potter?" Harry looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing over him, a sneer on his face. They were in the stands of the deserted Quidditch pitch, just after ten on a cold winter's night. "I might ask the same of you," he replied. "I came here because I couldn't sleep. The Quidditch pitch is calming to me," he added stiffly. Malfoy smirked. "Why are you here, Malfoy?" said Harry again, growing slightly annoyed. The tall, thin blonde sat beside Harry, and took off his gloves as he spoke. "Well, because I knew you would be here, and I wanted to give you something," he said, a half-smile on his face.
"What is it?"
"This."
Malfoy suddenly slid an arm around his waist, running the other hand through Harry's jet black hair, and locking his lips softly over the surprised schoolboy's. Harry sat there with his eyes closed, not moving. He had no idea what to do; he was astonished. Then the realization of who he was kissing fully washed over him, and he pushed Malfoy roughly to the floor. "What the hell was that for!" he half-shouted, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Malfoy winced as he stood up again, rubbing his head where it had hit the hard wooden floor. "Ouch, you didn't have to shove me so hard stupid; that hurt!" he retorted. "Well," said Harry moodily, "WHY did you kiss me? Did you want to prove the gay rumours going around?" He ended the question sarcastically. "Harry," began Malfoy. He actually looked like his feelings were hurt now. There was a desperate look in his eyes. "I...I love you. Couldn't you tell from the way that I kissed you? I really love you, and I thought that you might understand... but maybe not after all." Malfoy ended his speech with a sigh, still looking hopefully at Harry for a response. Harry clenched his hands on the edge of his seat, and stared up at the sky, thinking. He felt so frustrated, what on earth was he supposed to say? He knew that if he and Draco were together, then that would prove the gay rumours, and Harry could quite possibly lose most of his friends. But then again, he knew inside that he loved Draco too, and he couldn't just let those feelings go to waste. He waited another few minutes for himself to decide properly, feeling Malfoy's eyes on him. The he stood up, and stepped in close to Malfoy, staring deep into his troubled eyes, before tilting his face upwards and kissing him sincerely. His arms wrapped themselves around Malfoy's waist, and he felt the love-driven boy kissing him blissfully back, the corners of his lips curved upwards in a smile. They spent the next few minutes standing there, entwined around each other passionately, before Harry broke the kiss. He rested his head underneath Malfoy's jaw, as he was too short to rest it on his tall new lover's shoulder.
"Hey, Draco," he whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."