Chapter Five
Two Days Until Freedom: and Counting
Harry lay in Draco's arms, sitting on the window seat. They had just finished the last of their work, and were now facing two work-free days left. Harry nestled himself deeper into Draco's embrace, and Draco tightened his hold on Harry.
"You know Draco," Harry said suddenly.
"I do?" Draco asked.
"Funny Draco, very amusing. If you'd let me finish," Harry replied, rolling his eyes. "It's funny, don't you think, that for the past five years we've hated each other, and now we're…." Harry trailed off, wondering what to say.
"We're what?" Draco asked, suddenly very interested in where the conversation was going.
"We're…" Harry paused, "Together."
Draco smiled and gently kissed Harry's neck. "I was hoping you'd say something along those lines," he whispered between kisses.
Harry smiled to himself. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that he would one day be in love with Draco Malfoy. But now that he was, well the thought didn't seem quite so foreign. Harry was vaguely aware that Draco was nibbling on his ear, as he was too busy thinking of how this civil romance had come to pass. Harry supposed it had just grown, that opposites attracted, but he wondered what Draco thought.
"Draco," Harry said timidly.
"Mmm?" Draco mumbled, causing Harry to smile.
"How did this happen? Us, I mean. It's not like we thought we'd end up in love one day…." Harry murmured softly.
Draco paused in the middle of a sentence of butterfly kisses. Did Harry just say we're in love? Draco smiled to himself, I'm sure he did. Draco sighed a little bit. "I was wondering when you going to ask what I thought,'' he replied mildly. "It's not that I'm not glad that it happened, but I'm still wondering how, like you are. We were enemies less than a week ago…."
Harry turned around and looked at Draco, an odd gleam in his eyes.
"I figure everyone has one true love, one person who's meant just for them…." Draco shrugged, "We were meant for each other."
Harry looked up again, a look of surprise on his face. Harry had never imagined this side of Draco; that he could be so sentimental. A single tear ran down Harry's cheek. He reached up to brush it away, but Draco caught his hand and pulled it back down. He entwined his fingers with Harry's, and reached up with his other hand to brush away the tear.
"When you cry, I'll be there to lend you my shoulder, my ears, and my heart. I promise you that. When you're scared, remember you're not alone. When you need me, I'll always be there. I promise you," Draco whispered soothingly.
Harry looked into the deep steel colored chasms that were Draco's eyes. He smiled slightly and leaned into Draco. "Draco…" he said after several minutes of companionable silence. "I love you."
The look on Draco's face was so full of love, equally mirrored in Harry's face, that it took away his breath. Draco tilted Harry's head slightly and leaned in to kiss him firmly on the lips. Harry responded with a doubled intensity, and the combined force almost knocked them to the ground.
Harry pulled Draco over to the nearest bed and they collapsed on to it, still lost in the passion of their kiss. Slowly and ever so gently the boys lost themselves to the world. A stampede of Centaurs could have run through their room and they would never have noticed. Their cares, worries, and troubles were washed away in the momentum of their love.
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Harry snuggled closer to Draco, who wrapped his arms around Harry, and pulled him closer. Harry pulled the covers up further, before linking his arms around Draco. Draco waited until Harry's light snored filled the room before he let himself doze off.
Harry awoke first the next morning, and he gently shook Draco. "Draco! Draco! Wake up you big ferret!" Harry said happily.
Draco murmured something and rolled over. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation, before pouncing evilly on Draco. "Wake up! We get out this evening!" Harry cried.
At this, Draco woke quickly. "Excellent! I can fly again!" He grinned slyly at Harry. "This calls for a celebration." Draco pulled Harry to him and kissed him. "Now. It's my turn to interrupt our fun for a shower."
Harry looked at Draco appraisingly. "It'll cost you."
Draco sighed with mock exasperation. "How much?" he asked.
Harry smirked. "Not how much."
Draco raised an alarmed eyebrow.
Harry grinned evilly, grabbed Draco by the wrist, and dragged him into bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
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Draco came out of the bathroom that evening with a towel wrapped around him, Harry following close behind, dressed in a similar fashion. "You realize we just wasted an entire day in there, right?"
Harry grinned. "Of course we didn't waste it. It was spent in the most enjoyable company,'' he replied. Harry wandered up to Draco and kissed him teasingly. "I wouldn't want it any other way.
Draco grinned and draped his arms over Harry's shoulders. "Just checking," he replied as he leaned in a returned Harry's kiss.
(A/N I'm thoroughly jealous of Harry at the moment aren't you?)
