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Chapter 9

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me. You can't get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well.

The following weekend, Harry decided that it would be best for everyone if he spent his time holed up in his house. Ron and Hermione had invited him out to a pub, but he had declined. After their night out last weekend, he thought maybe he should take some time to himself. He was just finishing up making dinner when he heard a knock on the door. He froze for a moment and felt his heart speed up. The last time someone had knocked on his door was when Draco had showed up out of the blue. None of his friends bothered with knocking. Surely, it couldn't be him. He had asked that Harry leave him alone, but that didn't stop Harry from hoping that it was.

Harry took a deep, calming breath before slowly opening the door. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that it was indeed Draco standing on his porch. A smile started to form on his lips until he realized what his former lover was holding. It was his Gryffindor scarf. Harry felt the smile slide off his face and his heart drop into his stomach. Draco wasn't here because he wanted to be; he was here because he was finally ridding himself of everything that was Harry's. This was it: Draco was walking out of his life for good.

"Hi," Draco greeted with a small smile.

Harry swallowed his emotions and attempted to smile back. He had a feeling it turned out closer to a grimace of pain. "Hi," he replied quietly.

"Can we...talk?" Draco requested hesitantly. "If you're busy, I can come back another time."

"No, no, it's fine. Come in," Harry assured him hastily, his mind flashing back to the letter he had written Draco the previous week.

"Thanks," Draco responded politely, stepping into the entryway.

After several awkward minutes of Harry trying desperately to come up with an excuse to avoid what he figured was the inevitable, Draco cleared his throat cautiously. "So I'm not sure how to say this," he began.

Harry cut him off. "Then don't," he choked out, tears welling in his eyes. "I know that I fucked up the other night and then the next day with the letter. I'm so sorry, but please don't do this."

Draco was silent for a minute before whispering, "What do you think I'm going to say?"

Harry felt the first few tears rolls down his cheeks. He didn't even bother brushing them away. "You're going to give me back the scarf and tell me you never want to see me again," he choked out.

"Oh, Harry," Draco breathed sadly. "That's not why I'm here." He took a step towards Harry hesitantly, as if he was afraid that Harry would move away. When he didn't, Draco reached out and began wiping his tears away gently.

Harry closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. "Then why are you here? And why'd you bring the scarf?" he asked in confusion.

"Let's go sit down first," Draco suggested.

Harry nodded in agreement and followed the blond man into his living room. They both sat down on the couch, and Draco turned so he was facing Harry. He was gnawing on his bottom lip and absentmindedly fiddling with the scarf in his hands. "Hey," Harry said softly, putting his hand on top of one of Draco's. "What is it?"

Draco took a deep breath. "I brought the scarf here as a reminder. Everytime I see this, I remember that first time you told me you loved me. I almost burned it when I got your letter the other day." Harry winced at this. "But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I love you just as much as I did that day, if not more. I realized I've been an idiot. I'm so sorry that I said you weren't worth it. You are. I'd get hexed every day if it meant I could come home to you every night, wake up next to you every morning. I love you, Harry James Potter, and I can't ignore it anymore."

The tears were back, but this time Draco was crying along with Harry. Harry wasn't quite sure what to say, and even if he did know he was quite positive he couldn't speak. He moved closer to Draco and buried his head in the crook of Draco's neck. The ex-Slytherin wrapped his arms around him and dropped a kiss to his forehead. The pair stayed like this for a minute before Harry pulled back to look at the man in front of him. "So what exactly does this mean?" he asked, anxious about the response.

"It means that I want you back," Draco answered sincerely, his gaze locked with Harry's. "And I can prove I'm serious this time."

Harry cocked his head in question. He heart was pounding in his chest, but he was trying to keep his hopes in check. "How?" It was all he could manage.

Draco pulled a piece of paper out from the folds of the scarf and passed it slowly to Harry, biting his lip nervously once again. "If you agree, this will run front page of The Quibbler tomorrow, unless Luna can find a way to sell it the The Prophet," he said, keeping the emotion out of his voice.

Harry raised an eyebrow in question and slowly took the paper from Draco's hand. It was a mock-up of a front page of a newspaper with the headline "The Boy Who Loved: Harry Potter Settles Down At Last." The story underneath it was a quick synopsis of their relationship to date side-by-side with a picture that Harry had taken shortly before they broke up. It gave enough detail to satisfy the public's curiosity, but not too much that Harry felt his privacy was being invaded. There was no mention of the war or their Hogwarts days.

When Harry came to the end of the article, he looked up at Draco, shocked. "Are you serious about this?" he asked.

Draco nodded. "Luna already has several thousand copies printed. So, Mr. Potter, will you be my boyfriend...again?" he asked with a shy smile.

Harry couldn't help the grin that formed on his face. "Yes," was all he said before pulling Draco into a passionate kiss, leaning backwards so that Draco was lying on top of him. He pulled back slightly. "I love you. Merlin, I love you so much. Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Draco closed the gap between their mouths once again before trailing kisses down Harry's jaw and over to his ear. "Yes. I don't care what happens tomorrow after this comes out. You're worth it, Harry, and I'm so sorry I ever said you weren't," he said, nibbling on Harry's ear.

Harry moaned at the feeling and pushed his hips up to meet Draco's. "I think I know a way that you can make it up to me," he muttered seductively.

"Is that so?" Draco asked with a smirk before showing Harry that he knew exactly what could make it up to the brunette underneath him, kissing down his chest and slowly taking Harry's erection into his mouth.

An hour later, after they were both happy and sated, the pair laid entwined on the couch, still naked. Draco was lightly tracing circles on Harry's bare chest when he broke the comfortable silence between them. "So, I guess I should tell Luna to run the story," it came out as more of a question than a statement.

Harry smiled and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Yes. I think that's a wonderful idea," he answered. "And after that, I can take you to officially meet my friends." He said it playfully, expecting a scowl.

Draco surprised him by laughing and pulling him into a kiss. "I've spent the last almost 4 months without you. After that, I think I can handle anything, let alone a couple Gryffindors, especially if it means I get to have you."

And just like that, Harry Potter had everything he had ever wanted. Later, when they went to Ron and Hermione's to officially introduce his friends to his boyfriend, Harry made sure to memorize every detail, most of all how he was feeling in the moment, so that years later he could look back and remember it all too well.