Draco stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a simple button up shirt, with black jeans. His forearms were uncovered. He had quickly tied his hair in a bun, messily siting atop his head. Letting out a sigh, he bit his lip.

He had to admit it, he was nervous. Harry was supposed to pick him up soon, to go to Teddy's shop, in Diagon Alley. He wasn't that nervous about the tattoo, no. But more because it seemed like a date and he didn't want to be rejected in any way by Potter. Dismissing these thoughts, he just had the time to drink a cup of tea before Harry knocked.

Soon enough, the two were in the middle of Diagon Alley. They walked, in silence, to the saloon. Standing before it for a while, the two men looked at each other in silence. Harry was the first to move, grabbing Draco's hand to pull him inside.

It was a peculiar place. Dark and mysterious, bottles of ink plastered the shelves, hanged on the walls. Posters and pictures were glued everywhere. Books showing off some drawings available were neatly placed in a pile on the counter. A small room, behind a curtain, could be seen. Teddy Lupin walked out, all smiles, his hair bright yellow. With a laugh, Harry and the young man hugged.

Draco was sat down in front of Teddy. He was asked to describe whatever he wanted on his arms. A little unsure of how things were supposed to go, he placed his arm on the table and touched his skin faintly. "I'd like narcissus flowers, around there and there," he started, pointing to his wrist. "Then, a thestral. Big enough to hide half of the mark. The other half, I'd like it to be hidden by a unicorn. I'd also like a snake to be involved, somehow, and more flowers." he finished.

Teddy nodded and he closed his eyes for a moment. Bringing his wand up to his temple, he looked down at the paper in front of him. Lines and curves started to appear on the paper, forming an intricate but truly magnificent pattern. In the middle was a thestral, majestic, head held high. In front of his stood a unicorn, her face half buried in the thestral's side. They were surrounded by patches of flowers, narcissus flowers. Draco could also distinguish roses, one wrapped around a small white snake.

The blonde man felt his heart squeeze and he watched, consumed by the beauty of the drawing. When the lines were done with their mad dance, he nodded. "It's magnificent." he whispered, out of breath.

Teddy thanked him. "It will certainly take a little more than your forearm. Is that okay?" he asked. Draco nodded once more, incredibly sure about his choice.

Just minutes later, he was in a comfortable chair, legs lifted in the air. Teddy had prepared the bottles on ink, each more colourful than the other. Harry was next to him, holding his hand. It was an intimate gesture but Draco didn't mind.

He walked out, happy and fulfilled. His arm was a little sore, but he couldn't stop himself from caressing the small snake on his arm. It slithered along the roses, gently moving aon Draco's skin. Harry watched with stars in his eyes.

He was in love.

Draco knocked at the door of the Burrow. A red headed woman answered, opening the door in a fling. Smiling brightly, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a tight hug. "Draco!" she said. Draco's nose were suddenly filled with sweet smells of cinnamon and cookies.

He was lead through the house and sat, next to Harry. They held hands under the table as they ate. It had become natural, somewhat comforting for both of them.

They listened to the jokes thrown around, laughter and joy filling their hearts. Draco responded with snarky comments and got involved in heated arguments about dragons with Charlie and Bill. Harry, instead, watched.

They acted like a couple without being one. Draco teased Harry on his clothing, his hair and his manners. The arranged the bird's nest on Harry's head and straightened his tie. He rubbed the dirt off his shoulders with a smile and served him some more potatoes, because "get some fat on these bones, Harry!". Draco got along so well with the Weasley family, Harry's family, it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

Draco was in the middle of a conversation in French with Fleur when Harry pulled him out to bring him into the garden. They found a quiet spot, under the stars, and Harry intertwined his fingers with Draco's.

"Are you having fun?" he asked softly.

"Yes. They're really amazing. I can't believe I lived without them until now!" answered Draco, his head tilted towards the sky.

The cold air caressed their skin and Harry relaxed. He also looked at the stars, trying to find Draco's constellation. "You're so surprising, Draco." he whispered. He didn't get an answer. He didn't even know if Draco heard him. The slight squeeze of his hand informed him that yes, he did.

Harry felt his heart throb with excitement. He could hear everyone laugh and sing along with the music.

"The countdown's about to begin." said Draco, suddenly turning to Harry.

His hand was now on his forearm, gently caressing Draco's tattoo. With a smile, he looked down at the blonde. "And?" he teased. Draco pouted, rolling his eyes.

Ten.

Harry brushed a wild curl out of Draco's face.

Nine.

He then smiled, his fingers gently grabbing Draco's.

Eight.

"I like you, Draco. A lot."

Seven.

Draco's smile seemed to glow bright in the night. "I know, Harry. I do too."

Six.

Harry took it as an invitation. He wrapped an arm around Draco's neck, pulling him closer.

Five.

The blonde's hands were now of Harry's waist. His cold fingertips caused shivers to run down his spine.

Four.

They leaned in, idiotic smile plastered on his face.

Three.

"You fool, I've like you for years now." whispered Draco, teasing.

Two.

Harry's eyes widened but he didn't have time to react before...

One.

Their lips crashed against each other, softly. They began a devilish dance, slow but enticing. Lips gently parted, Harry slithered his tongue against Draco's. A rush of emotions, and feelings, flew through him. He could see colours, bright, happy colours and the distant cheer of the crowd was just an echo.

They gasped for air and pulled apart, lips swollen but bodies warm.

"Happy new year, Harry."