I know I'm getting in a little early, but I thought you'd appreciate a bunch of Harry/Draco sap.
Valentines Confessions…
Almost two months. That's how long it had been. Fifty-one days if he were to say he had been counting every moment since it happened. And tomorrow would be Valentines day, a special day for anyone that was in love. And he was, possibly to the most unlikely person in the cosmos, at least where he was concerned anyway. You see, he was in love with the most perfect individual in the world.
Rave black hair, arresting emerald eyes that you could loose your soul in. A smile that lit up the darkest of hours and a heart big enough to wrap the whole world in. A mid quick and sharp as the smartest of wizards and Muggles and the power of a great Wizard.
Yes, Wizard.
He Draco Malfoy was in love with a young man. And not just any young man, the one and only Harry Potter. If he stopped to think about it, which he often did, he thought how ludicrous that sounded. How could anyone love their most bitter of enemies. Someone once said there was a fine line between love and hate. Smart guy, and he'd been right. It was a very thin line. Just a few terms before they had been at each other's throats, bitter enemies and fierce rivals. And now they couldn't get enough of each other.
They sat beside each other in classes, which in the beginning had been hard to contrive a good excuse for. It had been Harry's idea that he have a fight with Pansy Parkinson, whom he always sat next to, and ask to change seats. Of course, in every class, the only spare seat was on the other side of Harry. Convenient yes, but it had worked. And while they refused to face each other as to people who were enemies were suppose to act, they were busy playing footsies under the table.
Draco had never been sorry that they should act as they had before, keep their relationship a secret for Harry's sake. And so far only once it had almost come undone at the seams. It was silly, now that Draco thought about it. He'd been walking past Harry in the hallway, scowling at him whilst trying not to skip and give the game away. And Harry had playfully stuck his tongue out at him. Draco had reacted without thinking, and as they were suppose to be enemies it would have been the wrong thing to keep on walking. So he got right up in Harry's face, ducking his head slightly so they were face to face. And he said something that he could have regretted later.
"Did you want me to do something with that tongue of yours, Potter?" He hadn't meant the words to come out so seductive, that had been the mistake on his part. But it had been Harry's eyes that had been his undoing. They widened like sauces and Draco could see precisely what Harry wanted to do with his tongue. Sex wasn't new to either of them, and though they had only been together a few times, they had been passionate and something neither would forget in a hurry.
"I can tell you precisely what I would do with my tongue, Malfoy." Yes, Harry was a notorious tease and the words were purred so deliciously that he almost kissed him right then and there in the middle of the crowded hallway. Almost.
His hands had been reaching out to grab the collar of his shirt to tug the tease into a kiss he wouldn't forget when Ron slapped his hands away.
Thank god for Ron Weasley. Oh, he got the tongue lashing he deserved, no pun intended, but the crisis had been adverted, and the look gone from Harry's eyes so he hadn't felt the need to jump Harry's bones in the middle of the Hallway for quite a few days. However, the moment they had a spare moment alone after that, Draco had pushed Harry against the wall and made sure the raven haired boy remembered they were suppose to be keeping a low profile. At least he thought he did, they had been kissing a lot too, so he tended to forget what he was suppose to say.
Harry had that all consuming effect on him, he wondered how no one else noticed it. He forgot almost everything now a days, even though his scores were good. In fact, they were excellent. Once Draco never wanted to draw attention to himself, now, quite by accident he was acing all his tests and assignments. It was simply because being around Harry made him forget all else except trying to look like he hated him. It was getting harder every day, especially now the students had returned from their holidays. He was sure that the teachers had picked up on it, or at least Snape, who was remarkably sharp eyed for someone who was suppose to be only a potions teacher. Him and Dumbledore, he doubted nothing went on in this school without the Headmaster knowing it. But at least neither had said anything, aside from subtle hints at times.
And he wouldn't put it past Hermione Granger. The Gryffindor Prefect noticed absolutely everything. And of late she had been giving him sly looks, and Harry confessed she had been doing the same thing to him after Draco had mentioned it. At least she hadn't said anything either, though she seemed to be waiting for something to happen.
Maybe she would get her wish, Draco thought with a smile. He had heard something this morning that put everything into perspective. Tomorrow was St Valentines Day. A day made for those in love, and why should he and Harry have to miss out on it? He wanted their first Valentines Day to be memorable, not spent hiding behind the mask of enemies.
So, as they made their way down to breakfast, he wasn't surprised when Harry stepped out in front of him. Harry must have been feeling the same way, excited about the next day, even though they had classes to attend to. And he didn't have any idea what Draco was planning, though he would shortly.
"You're in my way Potter."
"You don't say Malfoy," Harry drawled, obviously trying to sound annoyed and not smiling. He was failing miserably.
"Yes Potter, now move, I do want to eat sometime this centaury."
"You don't own the hallway," Ron hissed irritably, oblivious to the attention Harry was currently paying Draco.
"Neither do you Weasley," Draco said simply, "I just want to get to breakfast." He nodded to the red-head, moving past them. "Hermione," he greeted Ron's girlfriend with a polite nodded.
"Well that was civil, wasn't it Harry?" Hermione teased knowingly, looking sly once more. Harry flushed and glared warningly at Hermione.
"Yeah, civil for a snake-" Ron started, only to have Harry unconsciously interrupt him.
"Dragon."
Ron stared at him as if he had grown a second head, "what?"
"His name means Dragon, Ron." Harry finished lamely, the tips of his ears going a bright red suddenly. Hermione hid her amusement well as Ron snorted.
"Whatever Harry, sometimes I worry about you, all this stuff you know about Malfoy is just a little unhealthy, you should get yourself a girlfriend or something."
"Or something," Hermione murmured in agreement, flashing another smile at Harry. "Come on, we'll be late for breakfast."
Harry got a single letter with his breakfast as he was getting more and more often. He was thankful when Hermione noticed and kept Ron busy. She hadn't said anything about it to either of them, but Harry knew she knew they were together, and was grateful for her silent support. Of course, she never got a chance to tell them out loud that she knew what was going on, they spent every spare moment they had together and alone.
He opened the letter with the elegant script that read his name across the front whilst Hedwig sat patiently on his shoulder. In the last, almost, two months he had come to recognise Draco's writing, as had Hermione it seemed. So he opened it quickly and read the first line.
'Wait till Dumbledore's announcement before you read any more.'
Harry looked up and across at the Slytherin's table in confusion, but Draco was refusing to look at him, talking to two second years that were hanging off his every word. But it didn't matter, as right at that moment Dumbledore stood up, quietly commanding the children's attention to him.
"I'm sure some of you have realised that tomorrow is Valentines Day." Harry blushed as Dumbledore looked right at him. "And as such the staff and I have decided to throw a ball for the students who wish to attend tonight." There was a moment's pause as a few girls from all the tables began to giggle madly. When it quietened down Dumbledore continued. "It is not a requirement for all students to attend," Dumbledore assured those who were looking distinctively nervous, "but if you do wish to, you must bring a date."
Dumbledore sat back down, smiling delightedly, and the students went back to eating and talking excitedly.
Harry went back to his letter.
'I heard two teachers talking about it yesterday, I thought we could go. Together. I didn't want to spend Valentines Day hiding what we are from everyone. What do you want my Prince?'
Harry quickly wrote a reply.
"What about Harry? Hey Harry?" Ron said suddenly, commanding his attention. "Did you want to go? I'm sure I could convince Ginny to go with you."
"That's all right Ron, I'm sure Neville wants to go with her anyway." The other boy smiled with relief after hearing Harry's confession. He had been intending on asking her after he heard the announcement. He smiled happily at Harry and gave him a thumbs up signal. "Anyway, I've already got a date."
Hermione looked at him sharply, but Harry was tying the letter to Hedwig's leg and smiling.
"Who?" Ron asked, intrigued.
"It's a secret, you're going to have to wait till tonight," Harry told him as Hedwig flew from his shoulder and swooped over everyone's head. Nobody noticed the bird drop the letter into Draco's lap as he flew off through the window. . .
TBC
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