Normal P.O.V
Draco's eyes were locked on Harry's and they stood silent, Draco contiuously stroking Harry's cheek.
"Why are you telling me this now?" Harry whispered, not daring to move away.
"Why not?" He said, starting to get his sneering voice back.
"I don't know." Harry closed his eyes, sighing. "You've never said anything before, and I can't trust to many people these days. I want to know that you're really you and that you really mean what you're telling me." He smiled again, leaning in once more and kissing his lips softly. He loved the feeling heI got when he kissed him. He remembered once that Cho has kissed him, but it wasn't the same. Also, sometime in the beginning of his sixth year, Draco and caught Harry wandering along the corridor, sneaking out as usual, and he hadn't gotten him in trouble. Instead he stood before, staring into his eyes. Then before he had left he kissed Harry softly, turned on his heel and didn't speak another word to him until now.
"I'm really me, and I really mean it." The more he spoke the less he sounded like Draco Malfoy, but I still couldn't pull my eyes away. A small gasp escaped his lips when he touched them with his soft fingers gently. He had never wanted to be with someone so much as he wanted to be with Draco. To touch him, to kiss him, to hold him in his arms until the end of the world.
"I love you, too." He said whispered,wrapping his arms slowly around Draco's lean, muscular form. "Malfoy." Draco winced at the name.
"Don't call me that. I'm not like my father." Harry looked at Draco with concern.
"I'm sorry." He said, sheepishly, "Draco.." He smirked, and pressed his soft, pale, lips against Harry's, pushing him against the wall. There was a moment that Harry though that was all a dream, but it passed and now he knew that the passion coming from Draco was real. This was love, in a whole new light.