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Draco pushed Potter out the common room, just before curfew. He couldn't have that the other male got too comfortable around him. He was a Slytherin after all, Potter couldn't just waltz into his life and claim his spot. No. Harry would have to do more than just that. It wasn't like handholding was a legit way of courting a pureblood wizard anyways. On the other hand Harry probably had no idea, that courting was even required.
He'd have to prove his worth, even if he had already done so in Draco's mind.
He was honestly exhausted. Dealing with Harry's unbearable duo of friends and Theo and Vincent being idiots, had been enough excitement to make up for a whole week. He rolled his eyes as he returned to take the chair beside Pansy.
"Do you recon they'll be done any time soon?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"As much as I love to keep you company Dray, I also enjoy my sleep."
Draco snorted. "Noone is keeping you from going to bed Pans. I'm surprised you didn't try to sneak in and watch them though."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Blaise did it for me" she winked. "can't taint my innocent eyes."
Draco shook her head fondly, Pansy chuckling as she stood up.
"Trust me, you do not want to go in there before they're done. Blaise was scarred from watching their encounter. He said Theo had much more darkness, then any of us expected."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean." Pansy smirked, wiggling her brows.
"goodnight Dray."
Like the fool he was he decided not to listen to Pansy's advice about waiting till he was sure they had finished. He rubbed his eyes roughly, trying to get the image out of his mind. He had never wanted to see something like that in his life. It was terrifying. Theo and Vincent were truly the perfect match. Simply cause Draco was certain no one else would be into what he had just witnessed. He couldn't help himself, but hoping Potter had less endearing kinks.
He blinked. What was he even thinking. It wasn't like he and Potter was anywhere near as committed as Vincent and Theo clearly were. He shook his head. Potter still had to court him properly after all. Wait. Why was it Potter who had to do the courting? Draco wasn't a girl after all. Then again, Potter was the one wanting this whole ordeal anyways. It was only right he finished what he started.
He sat down on the floor, humming as Blaise sat down beside him, the tan male seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
"Don't tell me you walked in on them." He muttered, Draco simply nodded, making Blaise look at him in terror.
"did you enjoy it?" he muttered, their eyes meeting shortly.
Draco shrugged. "not really."
Blaise chuckled. "I understand what they see in each other now, but its kinda sick."
Draco hummed in agreement. "everyone got their own weird perks though."
Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Like you and Potter?"
Draco sighed. "what about it?"
The other male turned to face him. "You like him, don't you?"
What Draco had had a hard time admitting to himself, seemed almost too easy to admit to Blaise as he nodded.
"I have no idea how it happened."
Blaise chuckled. "Trust me, it was the same for me with Nev."
Draco made a face. "I hope it won't stay the same, calling him Har seems cringey."
Blaise rolled his eyes, patting Draco's shoulder.
"You'll come to terms with it soon enough." Draco sighed, nodding.
He probably would, but it didn't mean he had to like it.
It was well past midnight, before he and Blaise were able to return to their beds. For once Draco wished he had gone with Potter, but that thought quickly dissolved as he remembered said male lived in Gryffindor tower, all the red was worse than anything he had seen tonight. He almost, almost, felt envious of Greg. Said male had been able to sleep in Ravenclaw, with Luca. Apparently the Ravenclaws were a lot more accepting than any Gryffindors. Even Blaise weren't allowed in their tower and he didn't give a fuck about the unbearable amount of red.
Draco curled up under his covers, yawning softly. He hoped for the love of Merlin that Theo and Vincent would never fight again. He needed his beauty sleep, thank you very much.
Draco found himself in a tight hug as soon as he left the Slytherin dorm. Potter. Of course it was him. Noone else would dare to hug Draco. He rolled his eyes, arms circling around the dark-haired male.
"What's up Harry?" He muttered, rubbing the others back in a soothing way. Harry mumbled something under his breath, Draco shaking his head. "Speak up." Harry sighed a little, before he did just that. "I said, I missed you."
Draco wasn't sure what to think about that. Harry Potter had missed him. Him, Draco Malfoy. What had the world come to. Sometimes Potter really were too much. Draco didn't say that though, he squeezed the male in his arms, rolling his eyes at him.
"Idiot we saw each other last night, what is there to miss."
Harry shrugged a little, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. "Shut up Malfoy. Let me enjoy this hug."
Draco shook his head. The nerve Potter had. Unbelievable.
Harry took his sweet ass time enjoying the hug and when he deemed it time to go to breakfast there were only 15 minutes left of said meal. Draco cursed Potter under his breath, the other male seemingly not giving a flying fuck about any of the things Draco said, as he simply intertwined their fingers and squeezed Draco's hand.
To say people were staring when they entered the great hall, was an understatement. Draco was glad now that they were so late, so most of the school had already gone to class. Those left behind stared like him and Harry had grown two heads. He rolled his eyes. It wasn't like they hadn't seen him and Harry together before.
What were their problem anyways. He glared at anyone who as much as dared looking at their connected hands. So what if they were holding hands. It was no one else's fucking business, thank you very much.
They sat down at a mostly empty Slytherin table, the two of them quickly digging in to whatever food were left on the golden plates. Draco almost choked on some egg, when a letter fell into his food. He glared up at the owl, who seemed to have been annoyed by waiting and had simply dumped the thing on Draco's head, now flying out the hall.
What a prick. He huffed and looked the letter over, his stomach sinking as he saw just who had sent the letter. Harry seemed to realize something was wrong and stopped eating.
"Everything's okay?" He muttered. Draco took a deep breath before he opened the letter. He quickly read through it, eyes darting over the letter. His father's words carving themselves into his skull. He might as well have sent him a howler, the effect his words had was the same. Draco threw the letter on the table getting up, before changing his mind and quickly pocketing the damn parchment.
"Potter. Time to go. Now." Harry seemed to realize Draco wasn't requesting they left, but demanding it. He got up and followed Draco out the great hall, out through the big doors leading to the grounds around Hogwarts. They walked in silence for a while, before Draco couldn't contain it any longer.
With something akin to a battle cry he jumped at Potter, the boy falling onto the ground, groaning as the back of his head hit the ground. Draco cupped Harry's face with both hands, determination clear on his face.
"My father doesn't have a say in who the hell I wanna snog." He grumbled under his breath, before he leant down to press his lips firmly against Harry's. Harry who had been complaining about his hurt head, shut up as soon as their lips met, his arms circling around Draco's neck, hurt head forgotten.
Draco wasn't sure how long they lay there, kissing like there was no tomorrow and honestly he didn't give a fuck. If he wanted to kiss Harry, hell if he wanted to date the stupid golden boy, he would. His father had no right to say he couldn't.
They parted at one point, eyes locked, as soft puffs of air left both their lips. Harry ran a hand through Draco's hair, the dark-haired male smiling up at him. Draco didn't know what it was about the other, but something about him made Draco feel in ways he hadn't felt around anyone but Harry.
Fuck his father. He might just do what said man had told him never to even consider and Marry the shit out of a stupid halfblood, with very stupid unruly dark hair and way too green eyes. Draco found himself smiling, gently caressing Harry's cheek with his thumb.
"I don't know how you managed Potter, but if you've changed your mind about liking me you better fucking say so now."
Harry snorted, smiling up at Draco. "Scared Malfoy?"
Draco squinted down at the other male, who was obviously mocking him.
"You wish."
Harry broke out in laughter, Draco blinking at the other male, who was being way more ridiculous than any decent human being. Then again, Potter was a fucking Gryffindor. If Draco was honest with himself, which he tended not to be, that was probably one of the things which made him like Harry. Though he doubted any other Gryffindor would have been able to do the same.
He smiled to himself as he watched said male laugh, a weird sense of nostalgia overwhelming him. This male, someone he had bullied all the time they had known each other. Someone with whom he shared barely any personal traits, had found something about Draco, something he wanted to keep. Draco found it unreal that Harry could truly like him, but he blamed his suspicion on the color of his robes and his name. it was in his blood to suspect bad intentions. It wasn't in Harry's blood to be cruel.
Just then Draco seemed to realize how precious this moment was. Harry was laughing, even if Draco didn't understand why, even if he looked ridiculous with his dark hair sticking everywhere, he was still laughing. Laughing with Draco. Harry was something else. Someone Draco realized he had to cherish, had to keep close, right then he couldn't explain why. He just knew he had to.
So that's what he did. He kept Harry as well out of harm as possible with him being a stupid Gryffindor. He cherished moments they shared, like they were small balls of light in a dark time. Which they later turned out to be. He stayed by Harry's side until the end, until the idiot Gryffindor stupefied him and went into the forbidden forest to die. Or so Granger had told him.
Harry's friends came around, faster than Draco had thought they would. When they weren't utter idiots they actually weren't too bad. Though he certainly blamed them for letting Harry die in the first place. When Harry jumped out of Hagrid's arms and killed Voldemort, Draco felt a weight leave his heart.
Harry was safe. As much as he wouldn't admit it, even though everyone else knew it anyways, he had fallen hard for the new crowned savior of the wizarding world. Luckily for him, said male's eyes were only focused on him as Harry ran away from where Voldemort had disappeared and into Draco's arms.
Draco was glad his father had sent him that letter. Glad he had realized back then how lucky he was to have someone as Harry in his life. Harry was beautiful.
The end
AN: if ppl want it i'll write an epiologue ouo
