Chapter 10

Draco's point of view

The Three Broomsticks was warm, gloriously warm and it was also reasonable empty, Blaise directed us to a concealed booth in the back regardless. Not that I minded the extra privacy. I sat down and he slid in next to me instead of taking the seat across from me. I blushed even more at the feel of our bodies connecting from shoulder to knee, this was a whole new experience for me and I was extremely nervous. I'd never even been kissed before. The thought of kissing Blaise made my heart flutter heavily- was I ready for this?

"What do you want to drink?" He asked me leaning in closer, if that were even possible. His breath suffocated me and involuntarily I shifted away slightly.

"Um yeah, I would like a Butterbeer please." His face was questioning me but I looked away, my eyes counting the amount of stains on the rickety table. He left and I tried to bring back that happy nervous energy that had infested me earlier but I couldn't do it. Dread pooled into my stomach and then Potter walked in on his own, his hair dripping wet with snow. His piercing green eyes surveyed the room and seemed to brighten momentarily when he saw me, but immediately darkened when he noticed who was coming back with the drinks.

"So..." Blaise murmured awkwardly, choosing to sit opposite me this time (I can't tell you why I'm relieved that he did). Out of the corner of my eye I watched Potter get a drink from the bar and then sit at a table out in the open. I then realize that Blaise is talking to me and I wasn't listening.

"Sorry I missed that." Guilt colored my voice, I was here to escape Potter and to move on and now he was here- a third party to this sham of a date. Blaise looked disappointed, he probably thought that this would be better. I thought that it would be better, and I really have no one to blame but myself. I was singlehandedly ruining this date.

"You seem more distant than earlier, is something bothering you?" I couldn't help it, my eyes flicked the tiniest bit to where Potter was sat and he saw. His face turned thunderous and he stood up abruptly, shaking the table causing the drinks to spill. "If you wanted to keep this a secret then you should have told me, I'm not interested in helping you out the closet!"

"I..."

He left.

Harry's point of view

Zabini left and Malfoy began to mop up the frothy Butterbeer from the table. I decided to approach- well not really, my feet were already moving towards him before the door closed behind Zabini. I grabbed a few napkins from a neighboring table and helped as best as I could to stop the sickly sweet substance from dripping to the already sticky floor.

Malfoy looked upset, but mostly just confused. I could feel him staring at me intently but I refused to meet his eye, I felt that it would mean something and I wasn't quite ready to figure out exactly what that was. Eventually, he was the one with the courage to break the growing silence.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was blunt. Cold. As devoid of emotion as his face.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. I had watched from the library as he left the grounds, ten minutes later I had grabbed my own coat and was following him to Hogsmeade.

"That's great." Following him to the bar, where he deposited the now empty glasses, I struggled to keep up with his long hasty strides. I was practically running after him and ignored the shouts from the bartender that I hadn't returned my own glass.

"Malfoy, wait up." I shouted to his figure that was slowly becoming hazy in the thick snow that was falling incredibly fast from the sky. I managed to catch up with him and I saw a stray tear fall down his rosy cheek. Reaching up a hand slowly I wiped it away and then he turned on me. He hulked over me like a giant, he felt taller than the trees that surrounded us yet I did not move back. I let him get closer until we were breathing the same air.

That air, the air that flowed from him to me (and vice versa) felt charged with electricity. Moving closer didn't seem like such a scary thing anymore.

"What do you want? Huh?!" I recoiled then, the venom in his voice paralyzed my vocal chords and I stood there gaping like a fish, unable to make a coherent sentence form. "Why do you have to be everywhere," more frustrated tears streamed down his cheeks, " I can't escape you can I?" Snow crunched loudly as he started running, but I had always been faster.

"Draco stop." I held my palms out to him, using my eyes to plead with him to stop trying to get back around me. Even less than a meter away from him I could barely make out the delicate features of his face, so I moved closer. So close that I could see the small ice crystals crusted into his long thick eyelashes. "Please." I begged. His eyes widened as my hand caressed his cheek and I loved how right it felt. It felt more right than anything I had done before and that clarity came again: It was clear as day, as obvious as a sign that I'd been denying the small part of me that would make me... well me.

I closed the distance, sliding my arms around his neck. His warmth seeped into me as I pulled him closer to me until our bodies fitted perfectly together and ignoring the look of shock in his perfect grey blue eyes I pressed my lips to his.

Draco's point of view

His lips were soft, his breath tasted like Butterbeer and this, just this, was the best feeling that I'd ever felt. I was kissing Harry Potter and I felt like I was glowing from the inside out. Every part of me wanted to get closer to him, and we collided like atoms. We were both made for this, this breathless jumble of emotions that caused everything but our lips connecting to blur out. I didn't want to pull away, I wanted to stop his delicious warmth from escaping my grasp but there was no helping it. We both needed to breathe.

He was staring at me, I noticed as I pulled away. Just staring as if he had been struck by lightning. I felt an immense pleasure in rendering him speechless. I knew it wasn't a bad speechless either as though he was frozen, he was looking at me with an expression of awe- an expression that I was pretty sure was reflected on my own face.

I didn't want to break the silence, so I just slipped my hand through his and that simple movement seemed to bring him back from wherever he had disappeared to.

"Wow. I never... I never knew it could be like that." He whispered softly, applying a gentle but heart warming pressure to my hand. I squeezed back, resisting the impulse to push him against a snow coated tree and kiss him passionately.

"Me neither." We walked back silently, but the silence was charged and neither of us wanted to break the intense electricity that was coursing through our bodies. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt and my heart soared above us. I honestly felt like I was dreaming- how could this even be happening?

The cheery glow of Hogwarts greeted us as we walked through the gates and then I felt a tension in Malfoy. His hair stood up on the back of his neck and his cheeks were starting to go the most adorable red color ever. But then I saw his eyes- they were full of fear. Luckily, he was very forthcoming about why he was behaving this way.

"I want people to know but I... I don't want others knowing to affect... us." I know he was trying to be serious but the way he said "us" made me smile like an idiot. He smiled back but the shadows still lingered in his eyes.

"We just have to trust in this... do you trust in this?" I asked gesturing to our interlocked fingers. He took a deep breath and then he looked deep into my bare soul with those breath taking piercing green eyes.

"I do. Do you?"

"I do." I said. I couldn't resist that dimpled smile. Seriously, it was like I was addicted to him already- only after one kiss. Anyway, I pulled him against me wrapping my arms around his slim waist and resting my forehead against his, " I really do."

"Good." Our lips joined again and immediately I was transported to another time:

Looking around I saw a modern studio flat, tastefully decorated with pictures hung on the walls. I approached them and felt my heart strings tug as I took in the scenes of pure happiness that they conveyed- they were all of me and Harry. Most of them were pictures of us at Hogwarts but the latest one was both of us slightly older, with a few more laughter lines around our eyes gazing lovingly at each other both wearing wedding rings.

Back in the future, I looked at Potter in shock.

"Harry, did you just see that?"

"I did and call me Harry from now on," he murmured giving me a sly smile.

"Okay Harry." He kissed me again, setting my body alight. When we broke away, he snuggled into my side and we went to brave the hoards together both with the security that our love would stand the test of time.

Narrator's point of view

They walked in together and Hermione was the first to see and the first to smile with tears in her eyes. Cormac stood behind her, a supportive hand on her arm and barely batted an eyelash as if he too had expected this all along. Ron at first was confused, but seeing the love already shining so clearly in both boy eyes made him see that love didn't have to be confined to a boy and girl relationship- that it was vast and wide spreading. That everyone had the right to choose who they loved regardless of gender. As long as they were happy then he was happy for them- together they did look like a cute couple. Way cuter than any girl he'd seen Harry with before. Ginny was upset but she was glad that Harry had found someone that would make him happy, even if she was still slightly resentful that he'd rejected her.

They approached the Slytherin table waiting for the onslaught of malicious glares, but none came. They too knew the boys had a bond and even Blaise understood. He was also slightly distracted by a hot nerdy Ravenclaw that blushed every time he looked over at him.

Harry and Draco sat down and began the rest of their lives together. And of course Draco made sure that Harry was always fed and avoided snowball fights.

A/N: I know it's a shorter fic than usual but this is it, that's the end and I hope you like it:)x.