Over a Three day Period

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Draco Malfoy was in love with Harry Potter.

Draco Malfoy had realized this gradually over time. Noticed it in how he had looked at Harry during the Yule ball, in how he would annoy past the limit just to get a reaction. When he had noticed how difficult it was to get Harry's attention and how much he wanted it.

He struggled with it for a few days before deciding that if he loved Harry bloody Potter then the Boy Wonder could at least return the honor. Fair was fair and all that rot, Draco figured. And Harry was a Gryffindor and he seemed to like to do the fair thing. Draco couldn't understand but he could shrug and mutter Gryffindor and really didn't that explain everything?

So one day, in the horror that was fifth year, Draco grabbed Harry Potter by the arm and, kidnapped was such an ugly word, brought him to an abandoned classroom. Harry struggled and shouted and Draco considered undressing him. But in the end he only sighed, tied Harry to a chair and told him, quite annoyed, "I made you an altar you could at least make me one."

"An altar?' Harry had replied, not screaming, Draco nearly beamed at their progress. "You made me an altar?" Harry scuffed his feet and glanced at the Slytherin and Gryffindor school ties that were tying his hands to the chair and asked. "An Altar of hate … Right?"

Draco flushed thinking of the little cut out hearts. "Not exactly." Then, because Potter was starting to look sick, Draco kissed him.

Then he ran out of the classroom.

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Harry came to him to the next day and Draco accepted, once again, that his plans really were wicked and brilliant and everyone should be his love slaves and Harry his special love monkey.

"Malfoy," Harry spat, Draco cringed and dodged, "yesterday was …"

"Pleasant? Could be better? More tongue needed?" Draco honestly hoped Harry would answer because he had his notebook on hand. He wondered if it'd ruin the moment if he told Harry to hold on while he grabbed a quill. He decided not to risk it and anyway, Malfoy had extraordinary memories and –

"Malfoy are you listening?"

"Of course dear," Harry cringed Draco noted it and asked, "to soon?"

"To -- never!"

Draco kissed him again, "better?"

This time Harry ran away and Draco honestly didn't know what to think.

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The next day Draco cornered Potter after Slytherin/Gryffindor Double Potions and cried, "Harry stop playing with my heart!" The Slytherins who had spent all last night comforting him and months living among his altar glared at Harry and the Gryffindors stopped, stared, then told Harry he really should be kinder. Even if Malfoy was evil.

Draco preened a bit at that before once again looking sad and alone and repeating his question.

Harry said, "Bugger it all" and kissed Draco.

After a few minutes Draco pulled back and said, "Could be less wet."

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Beta'd by Molly, any mistakes are my own.
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