This cannot be happening.
Here, Harry is stuck in the middle of the forbidden forest with Draco fucking Malfoy. All because their friends had decided to play the truth or dare game and Harry had had to go and choose dare. It was the middle of December, snowing hard and they had been dared to go and look for a bowtruckle, wandless. He curses his friends in his mind, why did they have to pick Malfoy, of all people? He had thought they would get along now that the war is over and all the houses decided to unite and not having any hard feeling with anyone, but Draco just ignored his every attempt to befriend him.
"Oh, bloody hell, Potter! Stop dwindling over there like an idiot and come help me find a bowtruckle." Draco's voice shakes him out his thoughts. "Of all the people the choose me to be stuck with him," Draco complained.
Harry scowls at Draco behind his back, before scanning the ground for one of the animals they need. He searches behind the trees, under the snow, and in the trees but there are no bowtruckles to be found. It is slowly getting too cold for the both of them. Harry can feel the cold seeping into his body. "Malfoy, I think we should get back to the castle, it's no use to look for something that doesn't want to be found."
"If you think, I'm going to lose this dare, you better think again Potter," Draco says, turning to glare at him.
"Fine, I'll go back by myself, freeze to death for all I care," Harry shouts, turning around to head back to the castle, only to realize that they were too deep inside the forest, that they can't see the castle or any light anymore. "Blimey."
"What? I thought you were leaving, Potter?" Draco says, staring at Harry, arms crossed. "Scared to walk back on your own?"
"No. Do you know the way back?" Harry asks, staring wide-eyed at Draco.
"What? Of course, I do Potter I'm not an idiot." Draco snarled, walking past him to lead the way back to the castle.
Harry doesn't know how long they have been walking but it seems like Draco has led them farther and farther into the forest. "You don't know your way back either do you Malfoy?"
"I..I do!" Draco yells looking flustered, Harry grabs Draco's wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
"Just admit it, Malfoy, we're lost."
"Ok fine we're lost! Are you happy?" Draco exclaims yanking his wrist out of Harry grip. "Now that I admit it what do you expect us to do now?"
"Now, we find shelter. Hopefully, our friends will notice that we have been gone too long and will come find us." Harry explains, looking at his surroundings. He walks straight not knowing where he is going, but hopefully, they will find somewhere to stay warm for tonight, until their friends get them.
They have been walking for a couple of minutes, Harry's teeth are started to chattering, his hands are getting a little too numb from the cold, he looks behind him and sees Draco going through the same thing. Blimey, they really shouldn't have accepted the dare.
Harry looks to his right and sees a light glowing from afar and starts heading that way, hearing Draco following after him, as he gets closer and closer the light shines and it turns out to be a cottage. Finally, they can get out of the cold, nearing the cottage, Harry knocks on the door, but no one answers. He grabs the doorknob and turns it, to find that it is unlocked. He opens the door all the way and walks inside. Draco walks in after him and closes the door behind him to keep out the cold.
"God, it was cold outside! At least, we can be warm now, from the look of the cottage, it seems like whoever owns it wanted to get away from everything," Harry says, looking at the books on the wooden desk. He opens the drawer to the desk and finds a box of matches and other stuff. "I can lit the fireplace with these matches, hopefully, they work. Blimey, I wish there was a space heater. It'll take a while until we get warmer from the fire."
"Space heater, it that one of those muggles investments?" Draco asks, walking around the cottage.
"Yeah, it's really easy to use. You just plug it up and turn it on the temperature you want and hot air will come out." Harry explained.
"Or we could just easily use our wand, Potter."
Harry sighs, shaking his head, picking up the matches. It takes him four matches, before the fireplace is lit, a few flames were shown, but it was enough for Harry can feel some of the heat taking the cold away. Just then something is thrown at him, catching it Harry looks down in his hand to see that it is a thick blanket, he turns around to see Malfoy holding another one, walking toward him. "Thanks, Malfoy."
"Well, we wouldn't want the-boy-who-lived-once freezing to death." Draco drawls, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders and sitting in front of the fireplace.
Harry laughs and sits down beside him, he looks at Draco from the corner of his eyes and sees him smile. "Yeah, we wouldn't want that."
Silence fills the room, Harry wants to make conversation but he doesn't know what he could talk about with Draco. He sighs, he could use this time to try and befriend Draco again. "So, Malfoy how is your mum doing?"
"She's fine, Potter," Draco replies. "Why are you asking?"
"I'm just trying to make conversation," Harry answers, rolling his eyes. "If you don't want to talk, just say so. I'm trying to befriend you and you don't even want to talk to me."
"Me? You made it very clear that you didn't want to be my friend, Potter when you rejected my hand on the train!" Draco yells.
"Draco are.. are you still holding a grudge because of that? That was years ago. Plus you were being a prat to my friends," Harry says. He can't believe that Malfoy is holding a grudge because of something that has happened years ago.
"So what if I am?"
"Malfoy, can't you just accept that I want us to be friends now and forget what happened years ago," Harry remarks, glancing at him.
"I don't…"
"Why are you trying so hard to push me away?" Harry interrupts.
"Because I like you!" Draco confesses. "I fancy you since the fourth year, okay!"
Harry sits there, shocked, staring wide-eyed at Draco's confession. Part of him is happy about it and the other half finds it hard to believe. Building up his courage, he does the only thing he can think of. Harry leans towards Draco, makes eye contact and kisses him gently on the lips.
Harry feels Draco freeze for a moment before his lips begin to move against him eagerly. Harry drags his hand through Draco's hair, pulling him closer.
"Does this mean we are dating, Malfoy?" Harry gasps, looking Draco in the eyes.
"Blimey, Potter." Draco mumbles, grabbing him by the chin and kisses him on the lips "Of course it does."
Harry just smiles leaning into the kiss.