"Should I go? This might be one of his pranks! I shouldn't get my hopes high…but what if he wants to talk about last night? What will I say? Shit! I hate this…What's more important…why does he want to meet me!" "Argh!Fuck it! Harry..don't think too much about it…Maybe…Maybe he just want to talk about something…about school work…" Harry decided.
"Geez…Typical of me to think this way…"
Draco didn't even touch his food. He was too nervous to function but he forced himself to get up and proceed to the quidditch field. It was like his insides were all tangled up, butterflies happily flying inside him.
"Stupid! What was I thinking! Inviting him to meet me here!"
It was nearly 12 midnight and both of them got more nervous every second. Draco was late. He saw Harry standing in the middle of the field. He walked towards him and tapped his shoulder.
"Hey stranger…" Draco said softly.
"You said you wanted to see me? Why?" Harry snapped.
"Well…it's about what happened last night…What I said…"
"Yes…"
"Well, it was all true!"
"I don't belive you, Malfoy! This is just one of your tricks, isn't it? Come on…"
Draco was hurt. He didn't expect Harry to act this way. He was expecting something much more from Harry. Love maybe? Draco didn't know what to do. He was in front of him and he couldn't even do anything to convince Harry that he really likes him. He just grabbed Harry and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. It was like he was hypnotized. He couldn't help himself. He couldn't stop. To Draco's surprise, Harry kissed him back! When Draco pulled out of their "passionate kiss", he heard Harry whimpered from the loss.
"Why'd you stop?" He whispered breathlessly.
"Potter…no…Harry…Stay with me?"
"You said my name…"
Draco laughed softly.
"Yes, Harry…now…answer my question…Will you stay?"
"Draco…" Harry said sheepishly. "Yes, I'll stay…forever…"
Harry held Draco closely into a tight embrace.
"But Draco…what will others think? I'm Harry Potter and you're Draco Malfoy!" Harry muttered. "Nobody would approve of this!"
"Then we won't tell anyone…" Draco reassured Harry. "We won't."
"Maybe we should tell Ron and Hermione. They'd understand us."
"I don't care who you tell just as long as your in my arms." Draco sighed.
The pale moon shone through them casting long shadows. Shadows of two people in love.
