I don't own Harry Potter. (Sadly.) It belongs to the fabulous J.K. Rowling.
Set after the war. The seventh years have returned for an eighth year.
Warning 1: Characters will be a little ooc (Sorry if you don't like that) Warning 2: this will be malexmale. (Eventually.)
I have to thank Cathcer 1984 for her help with this story. You are amazing. Thank you soo much :D x
I apologise in advance for any mistakes I may have made. :)
Draco followed Harry into the ROR and saw a comfortable looking settee in front of a fireplace that had flames rising so high. There was a equally comfortable looking chair by the settee and so far away from them was a small table with four chairs set around it and on the opposite wall to where the table was, was a window that showed you the nights sky.
Harry walked over and sat down on the settee. Draco opted for the chair. Harry who has always known Draco to sit straight back, showing good posture, was surprised when Draco swivelled round, back resting against one arm of the chair whilst his legs were dangling over the other arm.
Harry laid flat on his back on the settee facing Draco with a smile on his face. Draco seeing him smile frowned. "What?"
"You. In all the years I have known you, I have never seen you slouch and just relax."
"I have been brought up to be back straight at all times, nose in the air, but after how my father was in the war, what's the point. You are the only one who I have let see me like this actually."
"Should I feel honoured?"
Draco chuckled. "I'm sorry Harry."
It was Harry's turn to frown. "Why are you sorry?"
"I have made your life a misery from when you started here."
"No Draco. Voldemort did that. You took my mind off it all. You called me and picked on me. I needed to get my anger out of me but I wouldn't upset my friends, you doing what you did I had someone to fight back with. So thank you."
"I really helped?"
"Yes. There wasn't a night that went by when I didn't have a nightmare about Voldemort, I was angry at the things I saw him do. I needed to snap. You always seemed to be there and give me a reason to snap at you. So thank you for that."
"I know it isn't the same Harry but I was constantly having nightmares about him. After Christmas, I didn't come back to school. Mother wanted me at home. She was just like me, she didn't want any of it. I stayed at home and we kept each other going. Her knowing that I was alright kept her going and me knowing you was still out there somewhere fighting kept me going."
"I kept you going?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"You was out there. Doing something, fighting to bring him down so the rest of us could live our lives peacefully. Me. I could do nothing but keep my mouth shut, agree no matter what I thought and try not to look frightened when he was in your presence."
"Draco you did what you had to do to keep alive."
"I did all that just to keep on going only to nearly get killed at Hogwarts where I was ordered to go and find you. That was one order I was happy to take from him. I got a chance to find you and see if you was alright."
"And I was."
"You were. I really thought I was going to die in that fire. I was surprised you came back for me. I thought that you hated me."
"I have never really hated you Draco. But whether I hated you or not. I couldn't let you die. I am only sorry that Crabbe died."
"Don't be. I'm not. Him and Goyle were never really my friends, they only hung around with me at the start because my father was so high up and then later because Voldemort lived at the manor. Apart from Blaise and Pansy, well, more Blaise than Pansy, she's more like a sister to me. Blaise is my only proper friend."
"You have me as well now Draco."
"That I do." Draco stood up and moved over to the window to look at the nights sky where Harry joined him moments later. Preferring to look at the blond then the view outside. "I can't believe after all we have been through Harry I find it easier to talk to you then I do to Blaise or mother."
"I feel the same with you. I hardly talk to Ron and Hermione about how I feel." Draco turned away from the window and saw Harry staring at him. "And how do you feel?" Draco whispered, his eyes flickering from Harry's lips to his eyes. "At the minute. Happy whilst enjoying the view."
Draco inched forward until his lips were close to touching Harry's. Harry moved that bit forward and connected their lips. Harry wound his arms around Draco's waist whilst Draco let his hands roam up Harry's back before burying his fingers into the messy nest of Harry's hair.
Harry thrust his tongue into Draco's mouth who let out a low groan and sucked on Harry's tongue before pulling away, resting his forehead on Harry's.
"I have waited a long time to do that Harry."
"As have I Draco. A very long time." Draco gasped and pulled his head away from Harry but kept his arms around his neck. "What's wrong Draco?"
Instead of answering, Draco decided to test something out first. "Harry. I don't want this to be a one time thing. I don't want to hide it either. I want you to be with me Harry and I want everyone to know."
"They will Draco. I feel the same as you." Draco noticing what Harry was doing when Draco was telling him what he felt and what he wanted only confirmed what he thought. "Harry."
"Draco?"
"I know what's wrong with you."
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