A/N: I'm sorry about the slow update and I don't think I'll update for another week, so you'll have to wait 'till then.
I'm also growing sick of the long inner monologues so I want to have some more action in it (mission accomplished) ;)
However, I really suck at writing action and dialogues so I'll have to find a way to make it work...
Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this, it's some fluff and I hope I did it right ^_^
Over the course of dinner everybody glanced at Draco and the mysterious closet for at least eight times each. Nobody, however, dared to start a conversation about it. Molly was making sure of that; she was glaring daggers at everyone who even dared to look at Draco. It was clear sign that said 'one word, ONE WORD about what just happened and you will be in BIG trouble.'
Draco was really thankful for her protection. He didn't know what would've happened otherwise. He didn't feel like telling anyone anytime soon that he was gay, in love with his so called 'enemy' and that he had actually acted upon those feelings. On top of that, he had told his father and now he was probably disowned and the disgrace of the Malfoy name.
No, that wasn't something he wanted to tell anyone anytime soon.
Besides, it was also a revelation that would affect Harry. If this family got angry and did the same thing to Harry as Lucius had done to Draco, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. Molly, however, seemed to have caught on to that. Or to something at least, that Draco wasn't just silent for himself, that he was serious about wanting to be with Harry, maybe. Draco wondered about exactly how much the mother had realized. He wondered the same thing about Hermione. She was a clever one. It wouldn't take her much longer to put two and two together.
Draco's thoughts then moved to Harry and stayed there for the entire meal. When he went upstairs, he was closely followed by the boy. Once in their room, he sat down on his "bed" and placed the closet next to him. "What is it?" Harry asked, pointing at the closet as he went to sit next to his boyfriend.
"This may shock you" Draco said very seriously. "But, its closet."
Harry punched him on the shoulder, but the grin on his face betrayed him. "You know what I mean."
"Well, I do, but I'm serious. It really is just a closet."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "She came all the way here to give you a closet that can barely hold a book or two?"
"It's a magical closet, obviously. There's a lot of room in this thing."
"Let's see then." Harry said skeptically.
Draco grabbed the handle and gently opened a drawer. He peered inside the thing but didn't see anything. He then thought about his favorite shirt, one that he knew was still hanging in his closet at the Malfoy manor. Seconds later a miniature shirt started to float in the darkness. He gave a surprised look at Harry and pulled it out. Immediately the mini shirt began growing until it was its normal size again.
Draco looked at the shirt. He turned it around to examine it closely and put it back in the closet. Then he looked inside it again and after comparing some of the things that were in it he said: "She put all my stuff in there. I don't know how she did it, because that is a LOT, but she did it." Harry stared at the black closet.
"Like I said." He started after a short pause "she's amazing."
Draco smiled at him. Harry looked back into his turbulent eyes. It had really been a long time since they'd been alone. He'd spent the day mostly with Ron and Hermione. They'd thrown gnomes, walked circles in the garden and just talked. Draco had been the one thing he had thought about for the entire day. Where was he? What was he doing? Was he alright?
Now the boy was sitting in front of him and for the first time in a long time, he was smiling again. Really smiling, just because life was being good for once. Harry found himself being pulled in towards the blond. Those stormy eyes that always had another depth he hadn't explored yet, that mysterious grin that almost no one seemed to see, that pained expression that sometimes covered his face, the pure and angelic look that he had right now.
The next thing he knew, their noses were touching. They'd been leaning slowly towards one another. He felt Draco's breath roll over his cheek and his eyes fluttered at the sensation. He swallowed slowly. Draco smirked the way he always did. They were sitting really close to each other, legs crossed on their matrasses.
A hand glided up his arm and slowly crept over his neck, to his cheek. Harry moved his head as those soft fingers touched him. A shiver went through his spine and all the way down to his toes. Draco guided his face closer and closer to himself. Despite the short distance, it still took forever to reach him. He felt Draco's lips on his cheek. Then they moved to the corner of his mouth. It was difficult to keep his eyes open.
Fingers fidgeted behind his ear. He sighed in contentment. Draco's lips were now sliding past his cheeks towards his eyebrows. Then his nose. Finally they stopped in front of his lips and as he leant in Harry's eyes really did flutter shut. When they touched it felt like the first time. Sweet, soft lips, touching his own. Draco kissed him gently but he quickly switched to passionately. Harry's hand moved to Draco's shirt and grabbed it, pulling him in.
Draco's fingers were now crossing to the back of his head and held him tight. He opened his mouth and let Draco in and he felt like his heart would explode if it beat any faster. In one move Draco's tongue was exploring familiar territory. He had long since given up on trying to be in control when they kissed.
Exactly how long it lasted, neither could say. It lasted forever but they broke apart in less than a second. Draco stared into his eyes and kissed him on the cheek. Harry closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, enjoying Draco's touch. When he opened his eyes Draco held him gently, hugging him tight. It was nice to be together again. He hadn't even realized exactly how much he had missed it.
They stayed like that for a long time. The rest of the family was downstairs. Ron and Hermione were probably snogging in some corner. Ginny was chatting or writing with friends as she had been doing for the entire time already. The rest were who knows where so the couple stayed in each other's arms until the evening almost turned morning and footsteps were coming up the stairs. Then they reluctantly let go, went to their respective beds and fell asleep before anyone had the time to enter the room.
