The night after
Draco woke up with a start
He looked down at the person that lay beside him
The boy was asleep.
It hadn't been a dream
Who could have thought that the boy was such a good lover? Who would have thought that they'd end up like this after all that they had gone through together: the snide comments, the constant taunting…
Still here he was lying in his bed. Draco didn't want it any other way.
Absentmindedly he stroked his lover's hair out of his eyes, revealing the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
"I love you, Potter!" he whispered.