Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Here is my gift to you! I do not own Harry Potter and his world but I do own this story!
Harry was back in the lavatory and he was pant less. But he wasn't in the stall, he was standing in front of Malfoy. Harry quickly tried to cover himself but Malfoy was quicker and grabbed Harry's hands.
"Don't do that, you look lovely. And please, call me Draco." Draco chuckled.
"You think I'm lovely?" Harry said not looking Draco in the eye.
Draco lifted up Harry's chin and kissed him softly on the lips.
"I always have. I love you, Harry."
Harry was suddenly pulled from his dream.
"Harry, wake up. We don't want to be late for breakfast do we?" Ron asked while shaking Harry.
"No, we do not. I'll meet you in the Great Hall in ten minutes." Harry said climbing out of bed.
"Jezz Harry! Warn me when you're wearing those!" Ron screamed while shielding his eyes.
Harry quickly threw the blankets back over his waist.
"Sorry, Ron. I forgot I was wearing them."
"How can you forget? Oh never mind, just be down in ten minutes." Ron said his eyes still covered. He then slowly made his way over to the door and left the dorm.
Harry got out of bed and made his way to the showers. All he could focus on was the dream he had last night and every time he thought of it he blushed and his heart skipped a beat. It was almost as if he were in love. But that wasn't possible. There was no way that he was in love with Draco…er Malfoy.
Harry sat down in the Great Hall across from Ron and Hermione, his back to the Slytherin table. There was no way that he could face Malfoy today. Not a chance.
"Have a nice dream last night, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yes, why?"
"No reason."
"No really, why?"
"You were kinda, um, talking in your sleep." Ron said into his goblet of pumpkin juice.
"I was not."
"Was too"
"Was not."
"Harry, trust me. You were."
"What was I saying?"
"." Ron gushed.
"I said what?" Harry said while trying to decipher his friend's answer.
"You said that you were in love with Malfoy." Ron whispered into Harry's ear.
"I WHAT?" Harry screamed,his voice echoing off the walls. The entire student body turned to look at him. "I DID NO SUCH THING!" He then ran out of the room.
Hermione and Ron ran after him and searched in all of Harry's usual "alone time" places but he was not to be found. Hermione looked at her watch and told Ron that they were going to be late for classes. Disappointed for not finding Harry, they went to their classes.
Harry sat in the commentator's box at the Quidditch pitch. He didn't want to believe what Ron said. Sure he had a crush on Malfoy but he wasn't "in love" with him. He didn't even know Malfoy that well. They had never had a heart to heart conversation about anything.
As time went by Harry knew that he had over-reacted to what Ron had said. He knew Ron didn't want to say it to him so him yelling like a pansy-girl and running out most definitely didn't help Ron's mood. He wasn't having a good day.
Harry then noticed that a group of first years were taking their first flying lesson. He smiled as he remembered his first lesson.
"I remember our first lesson." A voice chuckled behind him. Harry quickly turned around to find Malfoy standing there.
"Are you stalking me?" Harry asked. He wasn't joking.
"No, I'm not stalking you. You looked rather upset earlier and I wanted to see if you were ok. I know we are not even near the category of acquaintances let alone friends, but still if you need to talk, I'm here." Malfoy said as he sat next to Harry.
"…I don't know what to say." Harry said.
"You don't have to say anything." Malfoy said. Harry shifted uncomfortably, thinking about what had just happened at breakfast and yesterday. A pregnant but oddly peaceful pause surrounded the two boys.
" …I was just over re-acting that's all. Ron told me something and I kinda flipped out. Now that I think about it, the whole thing was unnecessary. The yelling I mean. I'm just going through some stuff and I just need some time to figure it out and Ron's comment just kinda pushed me off the edge." Harry said looking out over the pitch.
"I understand." Another pause followed. Harry felt happy with the silence, silence made everything easier. Well it normally did.
"So…Malfoy, why the sudden urge to be kind to me? You don't seem to be kind to the other students." Harry asked, he knew he was walking out onto thin ice with this question.
"To simply put it, I don't want us to fight anymore. The both of us have seen too much fighting, too much hate. Think about it, why are we fighting? I only hated you because my father told me to. That and you didn't want to be my friend, but that was just my pride taking a hit. I had no "real" reason to hate you. I was a read douche to you and I want you to know that I'm sorry for everything that I have done these last seven years." Malfoy said
"I forgive you Malfoy. I only hated you because of your father and because your elitist ways."
"Trust me, those weren't my ways. I'm proud to say that I'm nothing like my father. I always wanted to be like him but then I saw he was just a stupid pawn in a stupid game. It got him nowhere. It didn't get anyone anywhere. It was just a game where people pretended to be better than others so they could boss them around. It was all complete malarkey."
"Well I'm glad to hear that." Harry laughed.
"Want to start over?" Malfoy asked nervously.
"Yes I would. Hi, I'm Harry Potter." Harry said sticking out his hand.
"Hi Harry, I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco said shaking Harry's hand.
"So Draco, tell me about yourself." Harry asked savoring the way "Draco" felt on his tongue.
The two of them didn't go to any classes that day. They spent the whole day rediscovering each other. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that he and Draco would be friends now that they had learned the real versions of each other, not the prejudiced versions that they had known.
Harry learned that when Draco was young he wanted to be a professional Quidditch player and that his favorite team was the Chudley Cannons. That fact made Harry chuckle.
Draco learned that Harry loved to play the guitar and his favorite band was The Beatles. After that fact was brought to light the two of them sang as loud as they could all of the Beatles songs they knew by heart, which granted was quite a few dozen.
Harry and Draco parted in front of Gryffindor Tower at 5 o'clock, just an hour before dinner.
"Well, Draco. Thank you for today, really." Harry said suddenly feeling awkward and giddy.
"No, thank you. I'm only sorry that it took us seven years to get to a first name basis." Draco laughed.
"Yeah, well… I'll see you tomorrow in Potions." Harry said. He smiled at Draco and started to enter the portrait of the fat lady.
"Harry, wait!" Draco called grabbing Harry by the arm. He turned around to face the blond.
"Yes?"
"Um…nothing." He let go of Harry's arm and walked away. "Goodnight!" He called out.
Harry thought that the whole conversation had gone weird but at least they were talking.
He climbed into common room and was greeted by Hermione and Ron, who were clearly waiting for him.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Hermione said in a very Mrs. Weasley like manner.
"I was with Draco." Harry replied.
"You were with Draco, isn't that nice- wait, what?" Hermione said.
"I was talking with Draco today. I'm sorry I missed classes, I was just having so much fun talking to him that I lost track of time." Harry said as he remembered his day.
"Draco?" Ron said.
"Yes, Draco. He and I have made up and are going to call ourselves by our first names now as opposed to our surnames."
"Are you sure about this?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"I'm not sure I agree but, I want you to be happy." Ron said. Harry and Hermione just stared at him.
"You aren't going to yell?" Harry asked.
"No."
"Scream?" Hermione asked.
"No."
"Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend? My REAL boyfriend is never this rational." Hermione said as she checked to see if Ron had a fever.
"'Mione I'm fine, trust me. I guess being with you has mellowed me out." Ron laughed.
"If you say so." Hermione said, not really believing him.
The three of them then worked on homework until dinner (only because Hermione made them). When they got to dinner Harry saw that Draco wasn't there. He would have been lying if he said that Draco's absence didn't bother him. There could have been a million reasons to why Draco wasn't there but Harry had a feeling that it had to do with their being together that day. He pushed the thought out of his mind and focused on his two best friends. He felt happier than he had in days, he definitely had a crush on the young Malfoy.
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