Harry's P.O.V
As I sit here, staring into oblivion, wondering if maybe, just maybe I should tell him. Tell him exactly how I feel, and why, and..
"No," I said to myself. "You're mad if you think he'll take this lightly."
Yes, I know, but I want to tell him. I want to believe that there's a little bit of hope that he may feel the same.
"And you wonder why people thought you were crazy, and messed up in the head." I said, looking out of the open corridor window, still thinking I should tell him. Whether or not I thought I should, I was going to anyway.
"Potter?" I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard his voice. I knew at once who had spoke and there was no need to turn to see. I paused for a moment waiting to see if he would speak again. Just to hear his voice one last time. "Are you talking to yourself?" His voice wasn't sneering or angry for once. I wanted to turn and see if it really was him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"Yes," I whispered. "Debating something with myself." I continued to stare out of the window,
"You really are crazy." He whispered. I turned to him, and saw that he was advancing upon me. I took a few steps back and found my self cornered between him and the wall. There was a split moment in which I saw his vague outline in the moonlight before he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. We broke apart, and I blinked my eyes open.
"Malfoy?" I whispered, looking into the sparkling silver eyes, that seemed to gleam brighter in the night. They seemed to be telling me something. Something that only he could say without needing to speak.
"Please don't call me that." He whispered, looking away, but I still knew he was trying to tell me something.
"Draco..."I said, soothingly, gently brushing the strand of white, blond hair from his eyes. He smiled. He actually smiled. I had never seen one of those on him before and now that I have I want to see it forever.
"Harry." he whispered back. "I love you." I paused, looking into the beautiful face of the angel before me. Had he said what I thought he said? Does he mean it?
"What did you say?" He looked at me with an illuminating gaze.
"I-" I stopped him before he said it again just to be sure that he knew what he was doing to me, to my feelings, to my heart.
"Don't say it again, unless you truly mean it. Do you?"
He looked into my eyes once again, stroking my cheek.
"I love you." I didn't understand how this could happen. We had been enemies since our first year, and here we are, in our sixth year, sixteen years old, and he tells me out of the blue that he loves me. Was this some sort of cruel joke. Was this really the Draco Malfoy I've known for six years?