This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction and it's for my favourite ship: Drarry :) If you are against anything lgbtq+, then I warn you now to leave this fic.

Enjoy :)

PS: in this fic, Voldemort never came back and the students get to be normal. And Snap is still alive in this, just he's not in this story except for one appearance on the Quidditch pitch.

"Harry, where have you been sneaking off to every night?" Ron asked, stopping his best mate at the portrait hole. The boy jumped with a start and stared at the red-headed man.

"Well...I uhhhh..." Harry muttered.

"Have you been going to see your girlfriend or something? I'd totally understand if that were true, but I just want to know so I don't worry that you're getting your bloody head bitten off by whatever's in that forest," Ron said. Harry looked down at his toes.

"B-boyfriend actually..." Harry muttered. Ron leaned forward.

"What?"

"I've been going to see my boyfriend every night, Ron," Harry spoke a little louder, more confident this time. Ron burst out laughing.

"Oh, you're funny Harry! You had me thinking you were gay! But that's not possible, because you dated my sister for a bit," Ron said, before noticing Harry's embarrassed look, and realizing that the boy with glasses was serious.

"You're...serious?" Ron asked, quickly shutting up his laughter. Harry nodded. "Oh. Well, ok. It's fine. As long as you're happy mate. Do you mind telling me who he is?"

"I can't do that yet, Ron. I don't know if he's ready to come out yet. I'll have to ask him," Harry said. Ron nodded in understanding.

"Ok. You should go, if you want to meet him, whoever he is, on time," Ron said. Harry smiled and dashed out of the portrait hole.

When he reached the forest tree line; sweating and panting, having have run the whole way there; Draco was sitting on a blanket, eating a green apple. The Slytherin gazed up at Harry as he sat down beside him.

"What took you so long?" Draco asked.

"Got held up...Ron...asking where I've been...going every...night," Harry panted. Draco handed him a bottle of water. Harry smiled gratefully before taking a long gulp.

"Did you tell him about me?" Draco asked wearily. Harry shook his head.

"No. Only that I've been coming to meet someone," Harry informed. Draco nodded.

"You should tell him. He is your best mate after all," Draco said. Harry gave the boy an incredulous look.

"What?"

"You heard me. Tell him. I suspect he already knows that you aren't coming to see a girl-"

"He does," Harry interrupted.

"Then he should know who you're coming to see so he doesn't worry," Draco said.

"Yeah, I guess. When should I tell him? And what about Hermione?" Harry questioned.

"Her too. Actually, I think I have an idea for a way we can let everyone know. That way, no one can come pestering you for dates or try to give you a love spell like Romilda did," Draco said.

"That would be perfect. What is it?" Harry asked. Draco held up a finger and shook it back in forth, like a pendulum.

"That's a surprise. Just know you'll find out at the Quidditch game tomorrow." Harry smiled and leaned forward to give Draco a kiss. Draco leaned in as well.

When they pulled away, they were both smiling like idiots.

"I think we should head back up to the dorms before anyone notices we're gone," Draco said.

"Too late. Ron already knows I'm gone," Harry laughed.

"Besides him, Potter," Draco chuckled.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow, Draco." Harry said. The two 7th years stood up and hugged before leaving the forest, hand in hand until they got up to the castle.

When Harry emerged into the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Hermione were lounged out on the fluffy armchairs by the fireplace. Hermione glanced up from her book when she heard the portrait hole open and smacked Ron's arm; waking him from his nap.

"Hi, Harry. How was your date?" Ron yawned.

"Wait, you were out on a date?" Hermione asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were in the girls' dorms. I can't go in there. Remember?" Harry stated. "But yeah, I had a date."

"With who?" Hermione asked.

"He won't tell. Like at all. Though he did tell me something that narrows it down a ton," Ron said. Hermione glared at Ron.

"Shut up. Let him speak."

"What? It's true! He did tell me something!" Ron yelled as she threw her book; which Harry noticed as 'Hogwarts: A History'; at the tall ginger.

"I went to see my boyfriend. There. Now you know just as much as Ron does," Harry said and stalked up to the dormitories, ignoring Hermione's calls of "WAIT!"

The next morning, Harry skipped breakfast, instead heading out to the field to get some last-minute practice in before his final match of quidditch.

"Hey. You here for practice too?" Draco asked, entering the tent.

"Yeah. You seen the snitch?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head.

"No, I just got here. But you should check in the closet. I think our team put them back there yesterday," Malfoy said. Harry nodded and strolled over to the quidditch cabinet; reached in and grabbed out the case holding the practice balls for them both to practice with the snitch.

"Anyway, what were you planning to do at the match?" Harry asked, straightening his glasses on his forehead and brushing his dark hair from his eyes.

"I told you, Potter. It's a surprise. You'll like it, don't worry," Draco said, opening the case and bringing out the snitch and then grabbing his Nimbus.

"Alright, Malfoy. Time to practice," Harry said, grabbing his Firebolt from the bench and following the green-robed boy out of the tent.

"Alright, witches and wizards! Who's ready for the last match of the season, and the two captains' last match for the school?!"

"ALRIGHT, WITCHES AND WIZARDS! WHO'S READY FOR THE LAST MATCH OF THE SEASON, AND OUR TWO CAPTAINS' LAST MATCH FOR THE SCHOOL?!" the announcer shouted into the mic. The crowd roared with excitement.

"OK! RAISE YOUR VOICES FOR OUR PROUD GRYFFINDOR CAPTAIN, AND SEEKER, HARRY POTTER!" Another roar from the crowd. "AND FOR OUR CUNNING SLYTHERIN CAPTAIN, DRACO MALFOY!" The roar this time wasn't as loud, but there was still a fairly large one. The two captains entered the field in their uniforms; Harry in red and gold, Draco in green and silver. When they reached the center of the pitch, they shook hands, and Draco shot Harry a wink. Both teams mounted their brooms and hovered a bit over the ground.

"On three," Madame Hooch said, taking hold of her whistle.

"ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEE!" Madame Hooch blew the whistle and released the golden snitch, the bludgers, and the quaffle. The mounted players took off, Harry and Draco each on the lookout for the snitch.

It had been only 5 minutes, and already 7 bludgers had grazed Harry's arms as he swerved to dodge all the while searching for the snitch. The score was 400-350; Gryffindor to Slytherin.

Finally, Harry saw it; it's gold wings flapping at hummingbird pace as it hovered near the announcer's stand. Harry zoomed after it and soon, Draco noticed him too and followed him. Once close enough, Harry reached out and curled his fingers around the golden ball. They had won. Madame Hooch blew her whistle and both teams descended from the clouds to the grass of the quidditch pitch.

"Congratulations, Potter. You won the last match of the season," Draco said, stepping up to Harry. There was only a few inches space between them. Harry knew that his face was a dark shade of crimson. All of the crowd was silent, as were both teams that were standing on the pitch. Draco smirked and cupped Harry's face. Harry placed his hands on Draco's chest and smiled as the platinum-haired boy leaned forward and planted a kiss on Harry's lips. Harry kissed back.

When they pulled away, everybody in the crowd was clapping in applause. Well, everybody but Snape. He was seated on the Slytherin side, sneering with his arms crossed.

"That was some way to make us known to Hogwarts," Harry murmured as the two boys were pulled apart and ushered into the separate tents. Ron and Hermione met Harry outside the tent after they had all changed back into their robes.

"Draco? You're dating Draco?" Ron asked, clearly flabbergasted. Harry blushed and nodded.

"I am. And I've realized that he isn't as bad as we thought he was," Harry said.

"I was wondering why he hasn't been calling me mudblood. I guess now I know," Hermione pointed out.

"You guys aren't mad at me are you?" Harry asked wearily. Hermione's eyes widened.

"No! Of course not, Harry! We're overjoyed for you!" Hermione stated, placing her hands on Harry's shoulders.

"Yeah, mate. As long as you're happy, we're happy," Ron said.

Harry smiled and said, "I am."

"Isn't that him over there? You might want to go save him from Snape. He doesn't look very happy." Hermione pointed over by the opposing team's tent at a man with matted dark hair and a long black robe making his way over to a frightened-looking Draco Malfoy. Harry shot the other two a goodbye and dashed across the pitch to his boyfriend. By the time he reached him, Snape was already there and speaking to Draco.

"...better than this. Do you know what your father is going to say when he finds out about...about this?" Snape said. Draco gulped and shook his head.

"Hey! Leave him alone! He didn't do anything wrong!" Harry shouted, skidding to a stop next to Draco, taking his hand. Snape leered at Harry.

"I did not say he did, Potter. I was just pointing out that his father would not appreciate him going out with someone brought up by muggles and blood-traitors," Snape said. Harry's face paled. All of a sudden, Draco yanked his fist back and slammed it into Snape's jaw. Snape recoiled, holding both hands to his face in pain.

"I don't care what my father will think. I am not him, and he can't control my life any longer. Don't use him as leverage just because you don't like Harry. You haven't liked him since you first saw him 7 years ago. And for what reason? Because you fancied his mum but lost her to his dad? Really, Professor? Are you that petty? Just leave us alone." With that, Draco pulled Harry along by their conjoined palms.

"You didn't have to do that," Harry said after they reached the end of the field.

"Yes, I did. I was tired of him treating you like crap just because he didn't get to be with your mum. And I'm tired of him using my dad as leverage to get me to do something," Draco said, stopping.

"I guess I get what you mean," Harry said. Draco turned to face him. He held up a pale hand and ran it through Harry's dark hair, brushing it off to the side.

"Ever heard of a brush, Potter?" Draco asked.

"Not when I have you to fix it for me," Harry replied simply. Draco laughed and kissed him; all thoughts of parents and professors and ideas of what was to come fading away. All that mattered was that they were here, now, together.

So, how'd you like it? My friend iamwaffleboi gave me the idea to do a Drarry fic, and this is what I came up with. Anyway, iamwaffleboi, if you're reading this, hope you liked it.

This is going to end up being a one-shot book, but I don't have a set schedule for updating it. Actually, it's like that with all of my stories at the moment, so bear with me. I promise you that they will be updated eventually. I just have to wait until I get the chapters written, revised, edited, and then finished before I can actually move forward with them. But I am working on writing them.