Oh my goodness I almost melted whilst writing this chapter. Gah, I don't understand why anybody would doubt the existence of Drarry, it's so fucking obvious, anyway, I'll rant to you guys later. Enjoy!
Chapter Six
Ever since that night in the locker rooms, Harry has been dying to kiss Draco. Yes, it's a juvenile and insignificant little thing to waste time over, but it's pretty obvious to Harry that he Draco are more than friends. But he couldn't exactly just plant one on him out of nowhere. Knowing Draco, Harry has to be sensitive.
So, he'll wait. To be honest, he'd wait forever to kiss Draco Malfoy.
After that night, Harry and Draco have become noticeably inseparable. The two are joined at the hip, one always with the other. While Harry and Draco like to pretend otherwise, the entire student body has begun to suspect that their friendship is a little too friendly. "Oh, come off it, Hermione. They are not dating," Ron says, one afternoon after a particularly interesting Potions class in which Harry and Draco spent most of the hour whispering things to each other and chuckling. Hermione gives Ron a look. Ron groans. "Hermione, I'd think I'd know if my best mate was gay," he says. Hermione crosses her arms. "Well, you haven't exactly been spending a lot of time together. And have you ever actually asked him?" she remarks.
Ron glares at her, obviously caught in a bind, and hastily piles up his books and stomps away. Hermione giggles, just as Harry enters the Gryffindor common room, through the portrait hole. The other Gryffindors smile at him, and then proceed to whisper about him behind his back, but Harry doesn't pay them any attention. He plops down next to Hermione. "Nice to see you in here, for once," she says. Harry looks confused. "What're you talking about? I'm always in here," he says. Hermione grins at him, a sly little grin. "No you're not. You're always with him," she points out. Harry opens his mouth to protest, but Hermione holds up a hand.
"Harry, there is no need to lie to me. You two are pretty obvious. Don't worry, I think it's cute," she says, and then leaves before Harry can conjure up a response.
"Harry, I think you still have my Quidditch boots," Draco says from across the way. Harry and he are studying in the library, and it's getting late. Harry shakes his head to open his eyes, and closes The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7. "Right, well, I'll get them to you tomorrow," he says, standing up. Draco gathers his things. "Yeah, except, I kind of need them for practice tomorrow morning," he says. Harry sighs, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Right. Well, come and get them, then," he says, making his way out of the library.
Draco follows, running a bit to catch up with Harry. "Um, Harry, I can't exactly March into Gryffindor tower," he explains. Harry turns to face him, a mischievous little grin on his face. "Sure you can," he says. Draco tilts his head. "I'm a bad influence on you, Potter," he says. Harry chuckles. "Oh please, they're all asleep. It'll only take a minute. Come on," Harry takes Draco's hand and pulls him down the corridor.
The two approach the Fat Lady, and Harry murmurs the password. Harry climbs through, and gives the common room a once over. It's completely empty. He motions for Draco to climb in. The Fat Lady cries out in distress. "Never has a Slytherin entered Gryffindor Tower! It is the end times," she whines. Harry and Draco ignore her, and the portrait swings shut behind them. Draco looks around incredulously, and can't help but feeling a little jealous. While the Slytherin common room was dark and musty, Gryffindor's is warm and inviting. It does not, however, have the advantage of being underneath the lake, and it also doesn't have the huge stone fireplace that Slytherin's does.
Draco follows Harry up the winding staircase to the seventh-year boys' dormitory. Harry holds out his hand, signaling Draco to wait. Harry steps inside, and can hear the snores of four other boys. He silently casts the Muffliato charm, and invites Draco in. Draco looks around, and sees Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville all fast asleep, and then sees Harry's four poster. While Harry is rummaging around beneath his bed looking for Draco's boots, Draco studies Harry's little wall of photos.
He sees photos of Granger and Weasley, and of Sirius Black, Harry's godfather. A picture of Hagrid and of Hedwig are side by side, and then Draco's eyes land on a picture that threatens to choke him. It's all of them. All of those who died to protect Harry. Harry's parents, his godfather, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Fred Weasley, Dobby the house-elf, and many others that Draco could not name. Before he realizes it, a single tear falls from Draco's eye. He quickly wipes it away, ashamed of himself.
His left forearm starts tingling, and all of the guilt that he tried so hard to bury was fresh again, cutting into him like knives. I killed them. All of them, he thought. And it's true. He was a Death Eater, he served Voldemort, he fought on his side. Despite the times that he tried to make the right decision, he always ended up on the wrong side.
Harry finds the boots, and turns around to give them to Draco, and then sees Draco staring at the picture of all those who had perished for Harry. Harry drops the boots and walks over the Draco, resting his hand on his shoulder. Draco turns to look at him, tortured. Harry gives him a little smile. "They were all good people, who died honorably," Harry explains. Draco listens, hanging on to every word. Harry steps around to face Draco. "You're a good person," he whispers, his hand trailing up to cup Draco's face. He stares at Draco, green eyes to silver.
Harry leans in a bit closer, and gently presses his lips to Draco's. Draco freezes for a moment, and then melts, kissing Harry back. Harry's hands wind around Draco's waist, pulling him closer. Draco lifts his hands to cup Harry's face, and it's bliss. Harry feels completed, like he can die happy now, now that he's found his one true love. Draco feels released from the shackles of guilt and shame, he feels free.
Harry breaks away, stepping back to gaze at Draco. He gives him a soft smile. Draco smiles back, sighing. "I think I need to lie down," he says, a bit out of breath. He falls onto Harry's bed, and Harry pulls the curtains around his bed closed, an then lays down next to him, wrapping his arms around Draco's shoulders. Draco rests his head on Harry's chest, both of them gazing up at the ceiling. Neither of them say anything for a while.
Soon enough, Draco twists his head to look at Harry. He smiles a smile that's full of happiness and love, chuckles a bit. "You know," he says quietly, entwining his fingers with Harry's. "This is going to make to be a really wonderful story someday," Harry smiles back at him, laughing quietly.
Yeah, it is, he thinks to himself.
