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Word Count: 850
Title: Nothing Stays The Same
Note:
Warnings: suggestive content, not explicit
Beta: DarylDixon'sgirl1985
Hogwarts
Assignment 4: Charms: Entrancing Enchantments: Task #2: Write about a love thought to be unreal by others but is real.
Yearly:
Prompt 531 [Colour] Sea Green
It happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly, nobody would have ever thought that one tiny thing would change their lives.
Harry was late for Potions, and as he ran with Ron close behind him, he was huffing to get his breath. As he suddenly swung open the door he saw the students all look up from their cauldrons. Neville gave him a look of serious concern.
"What is going on here? The whole place stinks of Malfoy," Harry said. To his horror, everyone's eyes flickered from him to Malfoy. Malfoy was wide eyed and looked like Harry had just petrified him.
"Potter," Professor Snape said. "Thank you for announcing to us all what Amortentia smells like to you."
"What?" Ron managed to ask, but stopped talking when he realised the look of fury on Snape's face.
"Detention, both of you," he said. "And you, Longbottom."
Once professor Snape was successfully distracted Harry leant over to Hermione and asked, "What's Amortentia? And why is Malfoy staring at me like I stabbed him in the eye with a fork?"
"A love potion, said to smell different to each person based on what attracts them," Hermione said, leaving the rest of the question without reply.
"Oh shit," he replied.
"You really messed up this time, mate," Ron said, risking a glance at Malfoy, who still seemed paralyzed by Harry's confession to the entire class.
He had been obsessing and waiting and wondering what would happen. When would this cause a mess? So far, Malfoy hadn't even teased him about his crush.
A few weeks later, it took Harry entirely by surprise when Malfoy found him alone in a corridor.
"Where are Crabbe and Goyle?" Harry asked, eyeing the space behind him suspiciously.
"Why did you have to say that?" Malfoy replied with a question.
"Say what? Because I don't want them beating me up?"
He could have sworn he heard a shallow laugh in Malfoy's throat.
"Not that, what you said in Potions," Malfoy muttered.
"How was I supposed to know what was going on?" Harry asked, raising his hands in a defensive manner.
"So, it's true then, you do find me attractive?"
"Well, you're still a git," Harry answered, but saw no point in denying the truth.
"You didn't say no," Malfoy pressed.
"It's not worth lying about," he admitted. "Besides, I'm sure you would love more ammunition to use against me."
"That would be low, even for me, Potter," Malfoy replied, surprising him.
"Then what do you intend to do with it?"
"Even the score," Malfoy said. "I find you attractive as well."
"Can I ask you kind of a weird question?"
"Uhm, what?" Malfoy asked, puzzled by the change of conversation.
"Can I kiss you?" Harry asked.
Malfoy simply nodded. They were alone, nobody need ever know.
It was when Hedwig arrived, carrying a parcel addressed to
The gorgeous messy haired prat.
That Harry knew their secret make out sessions had become something more. He grinned over at Malfoy, who was pretending to be interested in his oatmeal, but not successfully.
He didn't open it at the table, and he was thankful for that. He was in his room when he opened the sea green thong. His face was bright red, as read the note that said to meet Draco in the Room of Requirement wearing it, Harry didn't think he could handle it.
When he reached the room, his heart almost stopped when he opened the door to reveal a naked Draco on a bed draped in ivory.
"Have breakfast with me," Harry asked. It was a couple of months after the incident, yet people still looked curiously at them. Harry took Draco's hand, and it felt like the world was watching. He heard whispers from the Ravenclaw table. A girl's voice saying how they couldn't possibly work, and once the infatuation wore off, Harry would be available again.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Please," Harry added, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"For you," Draco said, eyeing the table with a hint of suspicion.
"That's all I ask," Harry smiled, and his emerald eyes were focused only on Draco.
The two of them sat together at the Gryffindor table, and Harry couldn't help himself from taking Draco's hand and kissing it affectionately, making Ron fake gagging next to them.
"So, are you two dating now?" Ginny asked curiously, looking at Draco with clear disdain.
"I've not really asked him yet," Harry said, seemingly snapping out of his daze for a second. "We are exclusive, right?"
Draco actually laughed. "Yes," he said simply.
"So you're my boyfriend?"
"I'm your boyfriend, Harry," Draco admitted, and Harry leant close to him.
"Can I ask you kind of a weird question?" Harry asked in little above a whisper. Draco recognized the repetition of the question from the day that changed their lives.
"Yes, yes you can," Draco replied.
So Harry kissed him, and all the chatter in the Great Hall stopped for a second as their lips met again. Harry didn't care what people believed, as long as he knew that Draco cared about him.