I do not own Harry Potter. Which really kind of sucks.
Harry paid no attention as Ron rambled on about the Halloween dinner. At least, he tried not to.
"The elves always make special custard for Halloween. Oh, I can't wait to taste it. Mum is a great cook, but she has nothing on those elves."
"Ron, we just finished lunch. Can you stop talking about food for at least one minute?" Hermione asked her boyfriend, looking up from her book on advanced ancient runes.
"Sorry, 'Mione," Ron said sheepishly, blushing lightly.
Harry shook his head and stood, causing Hermione and Ron to look up at him.
"I'm going to go for a walk."
Hermione nodded and dragged Ron away who looked like he wanted to say something.
Harry left the library and headed towards the direction of the Great Lake. On the way, at least 15 people stopped him to talk about one thing or another. That always happened since the war ended.
Harry stopped just before the great black lake and stared into it, seeing something stirring just below the surface.
"What are you staring at?" a very familiar voice came from behind Harry, startling him.
"Nothing," Harry said, turning to face Draco Malfoy. "Just thinking."
"Hmm," Draco hummed. "Where are Granger and Weasley?"
"The library. I just left them about 10 minutes ago."
"And they let you? I thought that they had you on a pretty tight leash since the war ended."
Harry shrugged. "They do, I guess, but I think that they get that the war is over and sometimes I just need to be alone."
Draco thought for a while.
"Do you need to be alone right now?"
"No," Harry said moving towards a nearby tree and sitting in its shade. He gestured for Draco to join him. Draco sat down next to Harry on the grass and relaxed. They were both silent for a while, and then Draco said, "You know, I usually wouldn't do this. Sit on the ground. Too lowly of a thing for a Malfoy to do. And could you imagine the stains?" Harry grinned and put his head on Draco's shoulder.
"So why are you doing it now?"
"Because my father isn't here to tell me that it's wrong. Plus, you asked me to." Draco put his arm around Harry's shoulders and ran his manicured fingers through Harry's messy black hair.
Harry and Draco stayed in the shade of that tree until they no longer needed shade from the sun.
"You think you should go back?" Draco asked Harry, their position changed long before. His head was now on Harry's chest and their fingers were intertwined. Harry's arm was wrapped around Draco's lower back.
"I probably should, but I don't want to," Harry replied, his voice vibrating in Draco's ear.
Draco sighed. "Come on. You should get back." He got up and held out his hand for Harry to take. Harry squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then, he took Draco's hand.
Draco walked Harry as far as the portrait of the Fat Lady, then stopped.
"So I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked Harry.
Harry smiled. "You know you will." Then he turned his head upwards and kissed his boyfriend goodnight.
"See you tomorrow," Harry said, smiling softly and entering the Gryffindor common room.
"Yeah. Tomorrow," Draco whispered, his stomach bursting with butterflies, and his heart filled with love.