It's Your Birthday!

It's Your Birthday!

"Draco, why do your eyes show such sadness?" Harry asked staring into Draco's storm grey eyes.
"Because Harry," He started, taking hold of Harry's hand, finding comfort in it. "These eyes have seen much sadness." He looked down at their entwined fingers. "They have also seen much beauty." He finished looking up into Harry's shocking emerald eyes, smiling slightly when Harry turned a pale red.
"Is that your way of saying I'm beautiful?" Harry asked grinning, Draco smiled in reply.

That was the first time Harry and Draco had spoken after the war, considering Harry had just woken up. Before the war they formed a friendship. The former Malfoy heir had lost his mother, father, and the sister who was going to be brought into the world at the same time was a full lunar eclipse. But they lost their lives to the Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Possibly. It depends." Draco said mysteriously.
"On what?" Harry asked confused.
"On what you'd do if I kissed you." Draco mused, taking his hand out of Harry's grip. Harry knew that Draco found comfort in holding someone's hand, he found that out in fourth year when Draco grabbed hold of Crabb's hand when he was scared. Which was why harry worried when Draco let go of his hand, he also liked the weight and warmth that came from Draco's fingers being entwined with his.

"Why would you want to kiss me? I mean, I'm not that great looking and I'm.."

"Perfect." Draco retorted cutting Harry off. Smiling slowly Draco placed a gentle hand on Harry's face, running his thumb along Harry's bottom lip.
"You harry, are absolutely perfect." He said before gently placing his lips over Harry's. The kiss was short, but enough to leave harry breathless as Draco turned and walked away. He didn't want Harry to see him cry as he rejected Draco.

Harry grabbed Draco's shoulder and spun him around. Draco winced getting ready to be punched.
"What. The. Hell?!" Harry asked in a husky growl.
"Harry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Draco said with a single tear running down his cheek.
"Well. I'm not." Harry said pulling Draco's face closer to his. Draco smiled and leaned in the final few inches before claiming his lips. Soon, the gentle kiss became a hungry dance of dueling tongues.

Draco pulled away and grinned before leaning back in.
"Happy Birthday Harry." He murmured between kisses.
"Indeed it is." Harry said smiling into the kiss.