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Chapter song- "Arms" by Christina Perri.
I know I am insecure,
But you somehow make me feel okay,
When you put your arms around me,
I feel at home and the world goes astray.
It was bliss. Pure bliss. There was an aura around Harry that made me feel at home. At ease. Safe. Away from the whole wide world. And Draco loved that warmth that Harry provided. He was angelic. He knew how to comfort him. He knew what to say. He knew how to make him feel okay. And he always was willing to accept Draco for who he was. He had that smile that could make angels seem dull. He was perfect. And they were picture-perfect.
Harry never thought that Draco would be the one to hold his heart. He came around and knocked him off the ground. Right from the start. And when he puts his arms around him, Harry believed that it was easier for Draco to let him go. He saw right through Harry. He fell for Draco. And he was happy for that. Harry would never let a love get so close. But when Draco put his arms around him, He knew, he was home.
Draco didn't know how many times Harry would change his mind to turn around and back to him. He couldn't decide if he wanted Harry to save him or to drown. But when he put his arms around him, Draco knew he wouldn't let him go. Harry saw right through his walls. He hoped, Harry would catch him, because he was falling. He would never let a love get so close. But his arms made him feel at home.
A dream was what they called it. They didn't believe it. They wanted to remain in this Euphoria for ever. Together. Never let go. Of each other, of their memoirs. Of the feel of their lips, or of their smiles.
But even dreams could turn to nightmares.
Narcissa was astonished to see Draco with someone else. He never invited friends over. She walked up to him and saw the boy with him. He seemed familiar.
"Mother, this is Harry. Harry, my mother." Draco said.
The shorter boy bowed a bit and then looked up. His cheeks were flushed. He was fiddling with his fingers. He seemed nervous.
"H-Hello, Mrs Malfoy. My name is Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you." He finished.
She saw his eyes. Emerald orbs. That's why he seemed familiar.
"Are you Lily's son?" She asked.
He was startled. "Y-Yes." Came the answer.
She smiled. Lily had been her friend and he was her son.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Harry. Your mother was one of my good friends."
And Harry had smiled.
She liked the boy. Serene. Kind. Innocent. And absolutely different. And when Draco told her about them, she had accepted them.
Draco had told her about the bet and she had been really angry at him. She insisted he broke the bet and he promised her. But she saw that promise come to a halt the next summer.
Autumn passed. And it was winter. Christmas was just around the corner and Draco and Harry were going to spend some time under the snow.
Draco noticed how happy Harry seemed in the snow. Smiling and giggling. Like a ten-year old. But caught his eye was Harry dancing around in the snow. Carefree.
And that was all he wanted.
To remain happy with him.
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