Harry cleared his throat and summonsed the file they were assigned just half an hour prior. He levitated the papers before them so they could read through it as they ate.
"Do stuff like this," said Harry after swallowing another bite, "and your lunch breaks can go as long as you want."
"Smart, Potter," smirked the blond, "Very Slytherin of you."
Harry sighed, "I bet I have something you never knew about me."
"I doubt it, but, sure, go on," Draco said with a sly smile, finishing off his salad and spelling his bowl into the sink to be washed.
Harry sat back and looked the blond in the eye, "The Sorting Hat wanted me in Slytherin."
"What?" Draco asked, confused.
"I asked it not to put me there, though," Harry admitted, blushing, "But, yeah, the Sorting Hat told me that I would do well in Slytherin."
"Well...then why weren't you in Slytherin?" Draco asked.
Harry swallowed, sending his bowl into the sink to be washed, "To be honest...because of you, but not in the way you think. I uh I really embarrassed myself when I refused that handshake. I thought that you would never want to speak to me again. And I knew that all those Slytherin kids were your friends. I just...I really wanted to have friends. I never had the chance before Hogwarts, you know? But, yeah, I think about that choice a lot. What would have happened if I had been in Slytherin? Would we have fought? Would we have been friends? Could we have stopped the war from ever happening?"
Harry was rambling crazily. Draco placed a gentle hand over Harry's and squeezed it gently.
"Oh, be quiet, you," Draco said softly, "Don't go wishing after past choices. You'll never be able to change them. Everything worked out in the end, right? Sure, there were terrible things that happened, but who's to say that there wouldn't have been worse things the other way around? Just… being with Ron and Hermione is where you needed to be before. Now, it's your time to be with me."
At the last part, Draco looked into Harry's eyes, nervousness clear on his face. Harry swallowed thickly, turning his hand to hold Draco's properly.
"I'm sorry for causing a rift between us from the start," Harry whispered.
Draco smiled slightly, "I'm sorry for continuing the fight."
"Can we keep all of that in the past now?" Harry asked timidly.
Draco nodded, "Of course we can."
Harry was trying to read the expression on Draco's face. He could almost swear that Draco's stomach was turning as much as his was at that moment.
This was it...he had fallen for his partner.
He was doomed.