A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter, but hey I did update sooner than the last time. :) There's finally more slash in this one, but don't expect too much. I suck at romantic scene's. Anyway, thanks for all the wonderful reviews. I really love getting them. And of course thanks to my beta Sheridan Ledding. You're the best!
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Draco still didn't speak. He just looked at Harry, waiting for him to make the first move. Harry opened his mouth, but he couldn't find the words. For a moment he closed his eyes and when he opened them he just did what his heart told him to do. He bent forward and softly pressed his lips against Draco's.
Suddenly, Harry realized what he was doing; with a gasp he backed away. He found Draco staring at him with wide open eyes. Harry blushed and looked away, avoiding Draco's gaze. "I... I'm sorry." Harry stammered. "I don't know what came over me, I just..." He shook his head, cursing himself inside. What was he thinking?! That Draco would just kiss him back? Of course the other boy didn't felt the same way as he did. He only saw him as his brother. No, he used to see him as a brother and now he had spoiled it.
He didn't dare to look up, afraid he would see disgust on the blonde's face or worse, anger. "We should go home." Harry said, barely audible.
Draco had often dreamed of this moment, but he had never dared to believe it would ever happen. So when Harry suddenly kissed him, he was too shocked to react. It all happened so fast that before Draco realized Harry truly was kissing him, the brunette had already pulled back and shamefully looked away. He didn't even hear Harry's excuses. There was only one thing on his mind. 'Harry liked him...'
A year after the Potters had adopted him, he had found out about his feelings for Harry. It started at the yule ball in their fourth year.
Flasback
The Great Hall was beautifully decorated and the house tables had been moved to make place for the dancing couples. Almost all the boys and girls, dressed in beautiful robes, were on the dance floor. The few who weren't were sitting at the tables talking and having fun. Only one boy didn't seem to enjoy himself. He was sitting alone in a corner, watching the others. All the time he was checking his watch and the entrance, as if he were waiting for someone. Draco sighed as he played with his fingers on the empty glass in front of him on the table.
The huge wooden door opened and Draco immediately looked up. Seeing it was only a few students from Ravenclaw, he turned his attention back to the glass. A minute later the door opened again. This time Draco wasn't the only one who looked up. Some students even stopped dancing to watch. A smile appeared on Draco's face. Harry Potter had arrived.
The Gryffindor was dressed in a beautiful dark blue velvet robe, finished off with black laze. All those eyes on him made him blush, which made him look even more handsome. Then Harry turned to a boy standing next to him and smiled. Draco recognized him as one of the students of Beauxbatons. Taking the French boy's hand, Harry led him to the dance floor.
Draco's heart sunk. The look on Harry's face told him the boy he was dancing with, was more than just a friend. Much more. A million questions formed in Draco's head. Why hadn't Harry told him about that boy? Why wasn't he the one Harry was dancing with? And why did he felt this way? Why did he even care?
Draco tried to ignore the painful feeling in his stomach, but failed. The French boy brought his lips dangerously close to Harry's ear and wispered something. Harry laughed. Draco's hands shook with anger and he quickly looked away, trying to control himself.
"All alone?"
Draco looked up to see Terry Boot. The boy smirked at him and then sat down in the chair on the other side of the table. Draco didn't answer. Terry watched Harry and his date for awhile, then he turned back to Draco. "Looks like Potter finally grew tired of you. It was to be expected; pity doesn't last forever."
Draco jumped up and shot Terry a glare before he hurried to the door, trying to avoid the dancing crowd as much as possible. On his way he passed Ron and his date, but they were too absorbed in their conversation to notice him.
He had left the great hall and was now walking along the empty corridors. He didn't care where he was going, as long as it was away from Terry and the cheerful students. Away from the sight of Harry with his date. Suddenly, Draco paused. Without knowing so, his feet had leaded him to the stairs that leaded to the dungeons. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
Memories came flowing back in his mind. He saw himself as a little first year, laughing with his friends: Vincent, Greg, Pansy and Blaise. Draco opened his eyes, took another deep breath and climbed down the stairs. He passed the Potions classroom and the Slytherin symbol on the wall. Then he stopped. He was standing before the entrance of the Slytherin common room.
It surprised Draco he still knew the last password clearly. Would it still work? Well, there was only one way to find out. He took a step forward, then said loudly; "Pride and Honour." Draco held his breath and waited nervously for something to happen. Unfortunately, the wall didn't move.
Sadly Draco shook his head. He should have known. Before turning around and walking away, he reached out and touched the damp and cold wall. Suddenly a door in the wall slid open. Gasping, Draco stepped back. It took awhile till Draco had found the courage to step through the door and enter the darkness behind it. His heart was beating rapidly and his hands were shaking as he reached for his wand in his pocket. "Lumos." He muttered. His wand produced a light, which filled the whole room.
The sight of the vacated room shocked Draco. He wasn't sure what he had expected to see, but this sure wasn't it. The whole room was empty, everything was gone. They had removed all the furniture and even the paintings that had covered the stone walls. Only the carved mantelpiece was still there. Draco slowly walked towards it, then he wiped the dust off it with his hand. Images of himself and the other Slytherins sitting around it, enjoying the warmth, appeared in his head. Suddenly he couldn't hold the tears back any longer. Sobbing, he fell on his knees. He stayed like that for a half an hour, maybe even longer. Draco wrapped his arms around himself, as he started shivering from the cold. The room was getting darker as the spell was losing it's power, but Draco didn't want to leave the room. He wanted to hold on to the memories of all his friends, who died too soon.
Closing his eyes he tried to stop thinking about the war, all it's victims and about Harry. Harry who wasn't there to comfort him, like he had done three years ago. Harry who loved someone else.
Finally Draco found the strength to stand up and he left the dungeons. Not looking back and planning on never coming back there again. He had to leave the past behind.
Later that day he met Harry, Ron and Hermione. All enthusiastically talking about the previous day. Part of Draco was glad they hadn't missed him, as he didn't want them to ask all awkward questions. But he also felt disappointed Harry hadn't even looked for him at the ball. As Harry continued talking about his new lover, Gérard, Draco became more and more miserable. The feeling soon made place for anger, though. He had been the most important person in Harry's life and then a boy Harry hardly even knew changed everything.
There was no point in denying it any longer; he was in love with Harry. Draco decided he would win Harry back, whatever it would take.
end flashback
After a year Draco had almost lost any hope. It looked like Harry and Gérard would be together for a long time and Draco had grown tired of waiting. But then Harry suddenly broke up with Gérard and Draco had found himself once more hoping for Harry to fall in love with him.
Harry's voice brought Draco out of his thoughts. "We should go home."
"No." Draco said softly.
A bit surprised, Harry turned his head and looked at him. Draco smiled, then leaned forward and kissed him. It took awhile before Harry realized what was happening, then he leaned in and kissed the boy back. As he felt Draco smile against his lips, a wave of happiness came over him, though he still couldn't believe this was actually happening. Draco slid his arms around his waist and pressed himself closer to Harry. At first Harry's body tensed slightly, then he let himself relax in the embrace.
"We really should go back." Harry finally said, breaking the kiss. "Mom and dad will be back soon."
Draco nodded. His cheeks were red, as were his lips. The sight of it made Harry wanting to kiss him again, but he knew he couldn't risk staying any longer. It was already too late and they had to rush to make it back home in time. Harry started the car and they drove away.
"Do we tell them about it?" Draco suddenly asked.
Harry thought a moment about it, before replying. "No."
"Why not? Do you think they won't approve?"
"No, I'm sure they will. But if they know, they won't let me sleep in the same bed as you anymore." Harry replied, smiling innocently.
Draco rolled his eyes. "They'll find out anyway, especially Gran."
"True." Harry said, disappointed.
They flew above a little village Harry recognized as the village which lay about ten miles away from their house. Shooting a worried glance at his watch, he gave more gas. Soon the house came in sight.
Harry turned to Draco. "When I'm going to land, you...um...better hold on tight." He said, smiling sheepishly.
Draco's eyes widened. "Please tell me you're not saying you don't know how to land."
"Well, I do know how to land, it's just that...uhm...I've never done it before."
Draco fastened his seat belt, glaring at the raven haired boy. Harry bit on his lower lip. "Here we go."
The car went lower and Draco shut his eyes, expecting every moment to crash down. But he only felt a little bump, as the car softly hit the ground. Draco let out his breath as he opened his eyes and turned to Harry, who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Well that wasn't that hard." Harry said, running a hand through his hair.
Draco realized Harry was starting to look more like James every day and couldn't help but smile back at the boy. Harry parked the car in the garage and they quickly went inside.
They found Mrs. Evans in the living room, reading a Muggle newspaper. "They're not home yet, but you're lucky. They can be here any minute." She said, not looking up. "Oh and Harry, take that dog of yours out for a walk. He's been barking in the kitchen for the last half an hour."
"Okay." Harry said. Before he left the room, he turned to Draco and winked.
Draco watched Harry walking away, then went to sit on the couch in front of his grandmother. Mrs. Evans looked up and raised her eyebrows when she noticed Draco's still flushed face.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" She finally said, when Draco still hadn't spoken.
"Sorry?" Draco said, looking innocently at her. He smiled inwardly as he saw her annoyed look. He was sure the old lady would have an idea of what had happened, but was dying to hear everything.
"Fine," Lily's mother sighed. "but at least tell me who started it."
Draco smiled. "Harry."
"Really?" Mrs. Evans face lit up. She had known about Draco's feelings for a long time and always hoped he would get what he wanted one day. Her grandson deserved the best after all.
Draco stood up. "Well, I'm going to my room."
"Right..." Mrs Evans said, winking.
Draco rolled his eyes. Then he made his way upstairs. Before he reached his room, he heard the front door open downstairs. Draco paused when he heard Harry's voice. The dark haired boy was talking animately to his dog. Draco smiled at this.
"Harry?" Mrs. Evans voice came from the living room. "Back already?"
"Yeah," Harry answered. "it's bloody cold outside."
"Would you please lock Taro in the kitchen again? Vicky's here with me."
"Okay." Harry replied. "Taro, come here boy."
Draco heard Harry leave the hallway and turned to enter his room, when his grandmother spoke up again.
"Oh and Harry?" The old lady said, teasingly. "Your boyfriend is upstairs, in case you wondered."
Draco didn't hear Harry's reply, as he immediately disappeared in his room, blushing like mad.
Fifteen minutes later, the door of Draco's bedroom opened. Draco, who was currently lying on his bed reading a book, looked up to see Harry standing in his room. He threw something on the bed next to Draco. Picking it up, Draco saw it was a CD. Harry had introduced him to Muggle music awhile ago and Draco had become very fond of it. Mrs. Evans had given him a CD player for Christmas, but as he didn't had his own CD's Harry had lent him some of his.
"Keane." Harry said, as he lay down next to the blonde. "Mom and dad bought it for you this afternoon."
"In Diagon Alley?" Draco asked, surprised. He didn't knew they sold Muggle music there.
Harry shook his head. "No, they also went to London. Dad wanted to buy some CD's for himself and then they decided to bring some for us, too. They got me the CD of Franz Ferdinand."
Draco got up from the bed and put the CD in the CD player. The music filled the room and they both stayed quiet for awhile to listen.
"Did you tell Gran?" Harry suddenly asked. He also got up and walked towards the other boy.
"She guessed," Draco told. He watched Harry, who stood now very close.
Harry smiled. "You know, she reminds me a lot of Professor Dumbledore. You also can't hide anything from him."
"True." Draco said, also smiling. "I'm sure they would get along quite well."
Harry wrapped his arms around the blond's waist and nestled his head in Draco's neck. "Uh-huh." He mumbled. As his cheek made contact with the necklace Draco was wearing he looked up. He brought his hand to Draco's neck and traced the sliver chain with his finger.
"It's magical, isn't it?" Draco said, following the movement with his eyes. He had been wearing the necklace everyday after Harry had given it to him for Christmas. He had immediately felt it was filled with some sort of power.
Harry nodded. "It tells you when the other is in danger." When he saw Draco look thoughtfully, he added quickly. "Not that I expect one of us will be, but I just liked the idea."
"Then I shouldn't wear it while playing Quidditch. Knowing the way you fly, it will be contstantly warning me." Draco said, smiling teasingly.
"What's that's supposed to mean?" Harry pushed him playfully.
Draco smirked and pulled Harry towards him, pressing his lips firmly on Harry's.
An hour later James went upstairs to call the boys for diner. As he reached Draco's room, he paused. His mother-in-law had told him it would be better to knock first before entering. When he had asked her why, the woman only had smiled mysteriously. James shrugged and knocked on the door. No reply. "Draco? Harry?" He called. When no one answered he carefully opened the door. At first sight the room looked empty, then he noticed two forms on the large king size bed.
The two boys lay in each other's arms, both sleeping soundly. James smiled at the sight, then quietly left the room, careful not to wake them.
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