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When Harry and Draco had retreated back up to the bedroom, Harry sat down on the edge of Draco's bed, losing himself in deep thought. He didn't really love Draco yet...or did he? No one had ever made him this happy before.

"Harry?" Draco could tell something was on his mind.

"Huh?" Harry looked up.

"Everything all right, love?"

Harry couldn't help but smile. He was torn; half of him was happier than he had ever been. The other half was still a troubled, confused young man. Draco could sense the conflict in Harry's mind. He sat next to him on the bed.

"Talk to me," he said softly. "Tell me everything, Harry. I want to know everything. I want you to tell me things you've never told anyone else. I want you to be able to trust me."

"I do trust you," Harry said, looking up into Draco's eyes so he would know he wasn't lying. He thought about Ron and Hermione. He had always confided in them, but there was still so much he left unsaid. Harry decided what he wanted more than anything was someone who would listen - not recommend a book, not worry, just listen. He found himself let go of all his inhibitions.

"Everyone thinks I have this glamorous life," he began, just letting the words pour from his mouth before he thought about them. "They all just assume I sit around thinking, 'How can I save the world next time? How can I make myself more famous?' They don't realize...I'd give anything to not be famous. This scar...it's not what everyone sees it as. They all look at it and think it's a mark of courage and bravery and power. But it isn't, it's completely ruined my life. I never wanted to be famous. I never wanted to be a hero. All I ever wanted was to be loved and accepted for being HARRY...not for being the Boy Who Lived."

Harry was suddenly very aware that he had just rambled on almost endlessly. Despite his shame for bearing his soul to another person, he couldn't stop.

"No one knows what it's like. I don't want sympathy, and I don't want everyone watching me all the time. I want...." he couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what he wanted, so he just kept talking. "I want to be in love. I want to be admired by someone for being simply myself. I want to feel....I want forever."

He looked up at Draco, feeling his cheeks turn pink. He couldn't believe he had just shared all that with someone.

"Harry?" Draco asked gently. "Do you think you could ever love me?"

"I'm not sure I don't love you."

There was a moment's silence before Draco finally got the nerve to say what he was thinking. "I want me."

Harry stared at him blankly. "Um -"

"No," Draco said quickly. "I mean...I want it to be me." He interlocked his fingers with Harry's. "I want to see forever with you."

Harry smiled dreamily, although he knew a smile was an understatement. His entire body, mind, and soul were floating on air. He wasn't sure what love felt like, but he was sure this had to be it. He was concerned that everything was happening too fast. But Harry suddenly realized he had been in love with Draco for a very long time - he had just refused to admit it to himself.

"I had to hate you," he spat out. "I had to hate you, or else I would have fallen for you."

Draco hooked his finger under Harry's chin and pulled him into a kiss. The same thought crossed both of their minds at once: "I wish I could stay in this moment forever." Harry didn't see how this feeling could get any stronger, and he knew it must be love.

"Draco," Harry broke their kiss. "I have to tell you something."

"What is it, love?"

Harry felt a lump in his throat so big he was afraid he would suffocate. 'Just say it,' he though to himself.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy."

The air was so full of emotions is was almost as if Harry could feel Draco's heart swell.

"I love you too, Harry Potter." There was a minute's silence before Draco continued. "I hope you know I'm not saying that to get you into bed."

"Shame," Harry said. "It would work." He kissed Draco again.

"Don't tempt me."

Draco laid back on the bed, holding his arm out to make a place for Harry to snuggle up against him. Draco put his arm arouns Harry's shoulder and kissed the top of his head. "Fancy a nap?" he asked. Harry sighed in agreement.

As Harry drifted off to sleep in his arms, Draco smiled as his mind slowed down. 'So this is it,' he thought to himself. 'This is what love feels like. It's nice. Really nice. I'm so lucky to have him.' Harry stirred slightly, then got still, and Draco knew he had fallen asleep. 'Harry loves me. Harry James Potter is asleep in my arms. I've waited so long for this moment - for this feeling.' Draco wondered how many gay people there were in the Muggle world - he knew there were hardly any in the wizarding world. He wondered if he and Harry would ever be allowed to marry, and what the situation would be like. Would he become Draco Potter, or would it be Harry Malfoy? Suddenly his thoughts centered on his father. If Lucius ever got out of Azkaban, he would have Harry killed. Draco pulled Harry closer to him and promised himself he would never let anyone - his father, Lord Voldemort, the Dursleys, or anyone else - ever hurt Harry again.