Lol, so my friend gave me the prompt for this one. Hope you like it xD
Harry and Draco sat on one of the rolling hills in the back of the school by Hagrid's hut. The sky was a brilliant blue, the clouds fluffy, and the grass a vibrant green. The boys sprawled out under the warm May sun as they discussed finals, grades, the Ministry, Quidditch, and what they should do with themselves for the rest of their lives. They do this a lot now that the war is over, Malfoy was actually the one to reach out to the young hero after they returned to the school for their last year.
Having the war over meant not that world was once safe again, but that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and even Draco could have a somewhat restful year at Hogwarts. However, this did not mean that Dumbledore's Army, the Ministry, or anyone involved with the vanquishing of Voldemort could forget about the Death Eaters. But for whatever reason, these two boys felt at home talking to each other and had become good friends over the year.
A few rumors had spread that they were gay, and they were neither going to deny, nor affirm that accusation, for it was none of their business.
"Potter…" Draco began as he looked over the valley, "Do you really think this is over? That we can relax and not watch out backs for the rest of our lives? Don't people out there still want us dead?"
"Don't be daft, Draco, of course people want to see us dead. Probably worse than dead. Try maimed, disemboweled, burned, sodomized—"
"I got it!" The blond yelled and hit the raven playfully in the back of the head, "Prat."
Harry could only laugh in return, letting the topic float into the breeze with the lazy afternoon. He lay back onto the soft green grass and stared off into the forest, his eyes lulling sleepily. The black hair on his forehead was brushed aside before a gentle kiss was placed in his scar causing Harry to smile softly. He grinned when he felt weight on his chest signifying Draco had cuddled into his favorite spot.
He poked out a green eye to be greeted with blond hair, "Hello, Love, you know people could be watching, right?"
Draco then raised his head to look Harry in the eyes, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." He grinned and pressed their lips together in a passionate, toe curling kiss. Their mouths moved fluidly, languidly, and magically together in such a way it made butterflies break out in Harry's stomach every time their lips touched.
Exactly 450 words, pretty excited about it. Just a quick one, I have a few more on the way :) A sad one next...because it's just not a plot unless you torture your characters.
Pomme de terre to you sir :)