Draco had been shocked to her Harry utter the words 'my Draco.' Did he mean it? Draco felt his heart leap and for some unknown reason he felt tears burn and leak out of his eyes. "Did you mean it?" He croaked out. He felt his heart thump with anticipation. What if he did mean it? What would happen if Harry cared for Draco? Harry stared wide-eyed at Draco. "Um...I suppose I do.." He whispered and then suddenly he had a sobbing white-blond in his arms. "Shh...Draco? What's wrong?" Harry asked, trying not to panic. He was truly confused now. "Please, talk to me, Say something!" He begged. Draco nodded against the crook of Harry's neck.
"I'm just...so...happy!" He said, the tears slowing. There was a cough behind them and that seemed to bring them back to reality. They were in the Great Hall after all. Eyes were glued to the pair with suppressed enthusiasm. Hermione had actually grabbed popcorn. Why that was at a breakfast table, they would never know. Pansy snickered at them. Harry looked at Draco and a grin was plastered to his face. For some reason, this just felt...right. "Draco?" He asked and Draco removed his head from the boy-whom-he-loved's neck. "Yes Harry?" He asked, a little scared. Did Harry regret what he said? What was going to happen to him if he did? To his heart? Draco began hyperventalating.
"Draco? Love? Breathe..." Harry reminded and Draco tried to calm down. Had Harry just called him love? Was he just dreaming? He knew he probably looked like an idiot to everyone in the room, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Harry looked at everyone and his eyes met with the twinkling eyes of the headmaster. Then finally he stood up and said. "Alright! Everyone back to class!" And with that, the less interested left the Great Hall, while Harry found himself with a new problem; explaining all this to Ron and Hermione.
Ron walked up to Harry and looked over Malfoy, his ears as red as his hair, and his face almost redder than that. "Harry?! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" He asked, his voice dipping to a low tone at the end. Harry looked to Hermione for help, and she gently tugged on Ron's robes. "Ron, I think Harry knows exactly what he's doing." Hermione stated and gave Harry a knowing look. Draco blushed and stumbled for words. He had never really had any fear or anger towards the two, just fear of his father. "I'm sorry for everything I've said to you guys." He apologized, hoping that would be enough. Hermione looked over him and then grinned. "Apology accepted." She said and Draco exhaled. "Besides, Harry looks happy enough." She said. Did he really look so happy that the others could tell? He felt happy. He felt content.
Ron didn't seem too happy about this new arraingement though. "What?! Just like that?!" he asked her, his temper showing.
"Yes Ron. I am." Hermione said, daring him to contradict her. He glared and her and just turned to walk out of the Great Hall. Hermione sighed in disapointment. She looked over at Harry and Draco and noticed their sullen expressions. "Don't worry about him. He just needs to cool down. " She explained and they all seemed to relax. The only thing they didn't realize was that there were a pair of eyes and ears listening the whole time, collecting information to share with someone not too nice.