Walking in the halls hand in hand. It's like a dream come true for me. We've been friends for years, and I've spent nearly all of them pinning to touch you and take you into my arms. And now, you have allowed me to do just that. It's been three weeks since you asked me out Harry. Three weeks of bliss, and so far, every ones been taking it better then I thought they would.
I wake up to your quiet morning snores in the bed beside me and smile to myself. You asked me out last night, after years of wondering what it would be like, I'll now find out. I slide my feet out my bed and make my way to the wardrobe, 'what to wear today?' I wonder, peering through my clothes, 'vest or sweater?'. I choose the sweater because being mid November it's probably rather cold in the rest of the tower, and pick out one and head to the bathroom. When I emerge from the bathroom, I look to see you still asleep and give myself a little smirk.
I jump into your bed and tickle you till you laugh loudly and I'm sure you really are awake before I bend down to kiss you, "Morning Harry."
"mm…morning Draco," you answer sleepily and move to get up. You get dressed quickly and soon we are on our way down to breakfast, hand-in-hand. As soon as we walk into the Great Hall, it seems like all eyes are fixed towards our combined hands. We stop and I can see Harry's face start to redden. A moment later I here clapping coming from the Slytherin table, I look over to see more people joining the original, soon all the hall is clapping, and the Headmaster has to calm them down.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Dumbledore starts voice booming over the hall, "yes as you can see our Harry and Draco have finally seen the light and gotten together. Now let us continuing eating and leave them in peace," he finishes with a smirk on his face.
And it really had only gotten better after that. Except for the fact that Pansy still hasn't gotten it through her thick skull that I'm not EVER going to marry her. Everyday I have to go through the same conversation with her, that I love Harry and not her, but she still doesn't seem to get it. And I can tell it's putting strain on Harry's and my relationship. Out of no where I feel a hand smack the back of my head and I look over to see Harry taking his hand back down to his quill and staring at me.
"What was that for?" I whisper, even if we are sitting in the back of the class, I bet you the teacher still heard my whisper.
"It's our seventh year Draco, we have our NEWTS in 5 months. You have to start paying attention, love," he whispers right back. Knowing that he has a point I sigh in defeat of getting caught in my musings and pick up my quill to take down theever enjoyable Transfiguration notes.
At breakfast the following morning I while I am munching on some toast, I look up to see a owl heading my way. As he gets closer, I notice him to be one of my father's hawk-owls and extend my arm out to give him a place to land. Taking the letter out of his talon's I let it nibble on the remainder of my breakfast before flying away. While opening up the letter I notice there is more then a letter enclosed, in fact the extra is just what I had asked for and I make a mental note to thank my mother in the next letter to her, as I quickly put it in my robes before Harry sees it, and move on the read the letter.
Dear Draco,
I'm glad to hear your term is going well, and I am somewhat lost as to why you need that trinket with you but your mother has assured me that you do need it, so I wont enquire further. She also is asking me to make sure to add that Harry is welcome, as always, for the Winter holiday.
Write to her soon, she's growing ansy.
Your father,
Lucius Malfoy.
Crinkling up the letter I go back to my food eargerly pleased. Harry is going to be so happy with me, I think to myself as I look to the handsome man next to me, before planting a kiss on his cheek.
"What did your father have to say?" Harry asks.
"Just the usual, and that mother has been nagging him about extending the welcome that you can come to the manor for winter holiday." I say with a widening grin. This is going to be the best Winter Holiday I think I've ever had.
"And he's annoyed with it probably because he probably knows that I know that the offer is always there. But I must say, this holiday will be…an interesting one." He answers with a smirk, and I can't help but kiss him right then and there.
Tonight is the night before those students who are leaving the castle for winter break are due to catch the train, and Harry and I are packing frantically.
"What to bring what to bring!" I exclaim while pacing back and forth infront of my wardrobe.
"um…let's see how 'bout starting with the basics: Clothes and Christmas presents," Harry answers with a grin, nearly packed.
"Good idea," I say and move to get out a few 'street' cloaks and scarves, then work towards my shirts, sweaters, and trousers, then I sit down on my bed, lost again.
"What now?" he says kneeling in front of me and placing his arms on my thighs.
"I can't decide whether I want to give you your present now, or Christmas morning," I say a little too whinny, sometimes he does make me feel a little too much like the girl in our relationship.
"How about half way in between – why not Christmas eve night?" he offers thoughtfully, "that's when I was going to give you yours."
"Okay, Harry," I say defeated and close up my trunk, seeing as I had already put the presents in there for safe keeping any way. "Are you finished packing?"
"Yup, been done for a while, Drake," He says with a grin, and moves to places his lips on mine. For a brief moment I am taken away until he breaks the kiss. "When are we going to tell them about us?"
"Sometime during the holiday I guess. I'm still working on getting up enough courage to tell them I'm gay let alone dating the one person they treat as a second son."
"Well maybe that'll help a little. Seeing as they know that'll I'll never hurt you," he says. Why does he always seem to come up with the right answers? "Let's get some sleep." He says moving to lay down in his bed after kissing me again.
"Harry?" I say tentatively …'wait tentatively? Malfoy's aren't bloody tentative!'
"Yea Draco," Harry answers sleepily.
"Could I…possibly…sleep in your bed tonight?"
"I'd love it if you did," he answered, moving over and lifting up the covers for me to slide in. And you know what, I didn't wake up once that entire night, and woke up to find my head snuggled up to Harry's neck.
