Chapter 9
Finding Love
It was half an hour until curfew. Harry was silently sitting in one of the comfortable armchairs in the common room, thinking. He had planed to leave after curfew with his invisibility cloak, when nobody who could see him was on the corridors. But the waiting was killing him!
It had occurred to him several times that maybe Draco wouldn't be able to escape from the Hospital Wing, but every time he had shoed the thought away. This was Draco Malfoy he was talking about. He was going to come, Harry was sure of it.
Harry still felt bad for doing this to Draco, but he continued to tell himself that it wouldn't have worked anyway; he had hated the blond for five years of his life.
Harry glanced at his muggle watch. It was half past ten, late enough for nobody to be on the corridors.
The Gryffindor checked his pocket to be sure he still had his invisibility cloak, then sat up and headed for the Fat Lady's portrait. Harry ignored her ramblings about being up after curfew and headed silently for the stairs that led to the Astronomy Tower.
Once he'd arrived at the entrance to the Tower, he stopped, closed his eyes, and mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen next.
After a few moments he reopened his eyes and entered the room. He almost gasped at the sight in front of him. Draco, wearing a pair of dress pants and an elegant pale blue button-up shirt, was leaning against the wall next to a window, gazing outside.
Harry could see only half of the blonde's face, the other half being covered in the shadows, but that one half was enough to see one thing- Draco was beautiful. Not only beautiful, he was gorgeous, like an angel. 'And he could be your angel and only you can choose if that will happen or not.'
'Wait, wait, wait! This wasn't supposed to happen! I don't like Draco that way…I can't… I…' His mind went blank for a few seconds and then: 'Fuck it! I've loved Draco ever since that kiss. I can't believe I've been denying it all this time Evan is in the past, and as gorgeous as he is he isn't what I really want! But Draco… he loves me for everything and forgave me for every stupid thing that I did!'
More confident, Harry stepped forward noisily on the cement floor, to be sure Draco heard him.
True enough, Draco's head snapped in Harry's direction, his face emotionless. Harry continued walking until he was right in front of the window. His confidence drained once he saw Draco's face.
"So?" Draco whispered unexpectedly, and his gaze once again turned to the landscape in front of him.
"So what?" Harry asked, starting to get nervous.
"What is your answer?" Draco answered, his voice as cold as steel.
'Okay, this is my moment, I have to do it right.' He turned his gaze to the blond, but suddenly stopped, mortified. 'How am I going to say this? I want it to be special and to show him that I mean it! Oh, fuck, just say it!'
"Y-yes," he stuttered out.
"Excuse me? Did you say something?" The blond turned to him, the beginning of a smirk on his face.
Harry sighed. "I said yes, Draco, my answer is yes. Yes, I enjoyed that kiss, yes, I want to be with you, and yes I love you."
Suddenly Draco's eyes widened in shock, "R-really?"
Harry hesitantly took a step forward and put his arms around Draco's waist, "Really." Then he leaned forward and slowly brushed his lips against the blonde's. Sure, he wanted to go much further than that, but the loud sound the door made when it opened stopped them.
A very livid looking Severus Snape was standing in the front door, ready to yell at any second. Surprisingly he said in a very calm but forced tone:
"What are you boys doing here after curfew?"
"Um… I… we…" Harry started.
"Silence! Potter, fifty points from Griffindor, now get to the dorms immediately!"
Both boys exited the Tower, keeping a distance from each other, a distance too big for Harry. Suddenly he had an idea; Snape had told to go to the dorms, but he didn't say separate dorms…
Ron Weasley hated mornings. Especially since he had to wake Harry up too because the idiot didn't have an alarm clock.
Today, as always, he woke up, cursed the morning for coming so quickly, and headed for Harry's bed. The redhead's favourite way to wake up his friend was to take the sheets off him and yell at him. Ron took the sheets off him, but his yell wasn't the 'wake up sleepy head!' type, but the 'Ahhh! Murder!' type.
Harry wasn't alone in his bed. Next to him lay the least person in the world Ron would have thought of - Malfoy. The worst part was that he was half-naked.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Ron's high-pitched voice could be heard in the entire castle.
"Owwww, Weasley! I realize you're a loud person, but this is ridiculous," Draco yelled, sleepily.
Harry was woken by Ron's yell. He glanced around, confused, then the events of last night sank in. Draco. But where was the blond now? After a few seconds his eyes found him. He was in a glaring contest with Ron. 'Why am I not surprised?'
Maybe at first Harry would have thought the train accident was the worst luck ever, but looking at Draco he realized it did have one purpose. Finding love.
