'Oh Gods, what am I doing?' murmured Draco Malfoy, raking a hand through his white blonde hair. He was standing on the far end of the pier that led out to the Black Lake. He remembered when they held the Triwizard Tournament here, and shivered as a cold draft blew across the surface of the lake.

Draco pulled up his hood, and his silvery grey eyes watched the inky black water rippled. 'He's not going to show up, even if my life depended on it.' He scolded himself as he thought back to the moment when he asked Harry to meet him at midnight tonight. All the same, Draco glanced at his watch. The slim gold hands were pointed at five minutes to twelve.

He waited for a while more, pacing across the pier. His arms were folded over his chest, and he worried about curfew, then he remembered Harry's cloak. But, they were practically grown men now. And two grown men under an invisibility cloak which was possibly too small (he hadn't got to try it on) roaming through Hogwarts castle was, well, something one did not see very often. Or didn't see, since the men were under an invisibility cloak, and then Draco smacked his forehead.

He tended to overthink things when he was stressed, or anxious, or both, and now was not the time to be either. He checked his watch again. It was twelve, and he fiddled with the clasp of his cloak as despair and a sort of longing/lust solidified in his chest, and Draco wanted to strangle somebody.

'Well, you're early.' Said a casual voice behind him. Draco whipped around and he saw a thick, messy pile of hair uncover itself from nothingness, followed by a round pair of glasses and the most perfect green eyes. He was under the cloak, thought Draco, his face flushing red in embarrassment and the thick feeling in in chest dropping to the bottom of his stomach.

'So, what did you call me down here for, a date? Cause if you did, then we're way past curfew. I had to make up one heck of a lie to get past the Fat Lady.' Laughed Harry, stuffing the cloak into his pocket. 'Stop. Stop right there.' Draco commanded, holding his hand out for the cloak. Harry gave him a funny look and reluctantly handed the crumpled-up cloak to Draco.

Harry sat down on the edge of the pier, his long nimble legs dangling in the water. Draco sat down next to him, tucking his legs underneath him, a nervous look working its way into his face.

Harry saw him, and grinned. 'Why don't you relax? We're men. We can do whatever we want.' And, as a sudden afterthought, he added 'When our wives and girlfriends don't know where we are.' Draco frowned and stared at Harry accusingly. 'What?! We are men, aren't we?' Harry gave Draco a wry look, sizing him up.

'Of course we're men, idiot. But, there are things in the Black Lake. Aren't you afraid?' said Draco, slightly easing up on his frown. 'Nah. I guess defeating the Dark Lord has made me sort of…fearless, I guess. But, a few weeks ago, I realised that I was still afraid of something. I was afraid that my head would start aching again, and he would be back. And my destiny would be passed on to my children or something. The last thing I want is to restrict anyone else's future to my expectations. Like what happened to me. That sucked.'

Harry smiled sadly, taking back the cloak from Draco who had folded it up neatly, like he was taught to do since he was very little. 'Oh.' Was all he said, realising that Harry was not as shallow as he thought.

'And what about you? Are you afraid of anything?' Harry said, changing the subject. 'Ah. Well, I am afraid of something, but not as selfless or deep as you.' answered Draco, deciding to be honest with Harry. 'I'm afraid to have to raise my own children. Because everyone expects me to have a career in the Dark Arts, and to force someone who looks up to me to do something they don't want to give a fuck about is something I don't want to do. Everyone expects me to, but honestly, I don't want to have any kids if that's what they expect.'

'Because you hate to disappoint people.' Thought Harry, inwardly realising how similar he and Draco were.

'I guess we're a lot more alike than I thought.' Murmured Harry, looking at Draco with something other than interest in his absolutely mesmerising green eyes. 'Huh?' Draco looked at him, and stormy grey clashed with emerald green. 'We don't want our children to have our destinies forced on them. We want them to be free to make their own choices.' Harry smiled at Draco, resisting the urge to kiss Draco's pale lips. They formed a grin, and everything seemed to move in slow motion.

They moved closer to each other, and to Draco, the night, the Black Lake, the pier, and everything else melted away. There was only Harry. 'Would you mind if someone, not me, just a vague someone, kissed you? Like the vague someone being a guy?' Asked Draco, immediately regretting his decision. 'I guess it depends on who the person is.' Said harry evasively.

'If that someone was me?' Draco said, probing further into Harry's personal space, hardly daring to believe what he was saying. 'Oh god, Draco.' Said Harry, staring at his companion. Draco felt crushed. Was the love of his life slipping away? Did he not share the same feelings as Draco did for him?

'I would.' Then Draco felt Harry's lips firmly plant over his, a sudden and dizzying feeling of ecstasy crashing into him in waves.

Draco had never before been kissed like this. Harry Potter seriously knew how to make out. Draco felt Harry his tongue way into his mouth. It felt…good. A groan escaped Draco's lips. When Harry finally broke apart, both their faces were flushed, and they were grinning madly. 'Good god, man.' Smiled Harry. 'Can I say something? In light of what just happened?' Asked Draco. Something else was governing his mind and body today.

'Shoot.' Harry was perfectly normal, although his cheeks had a fair amount of blush in them. 'I love you, Potter.' Harry was silent. 'That's not my name.' Said Harry, his voice low. Now it was Draco's turn to not speak. 'Go on. Say it. Seven years now, Draco. What I've learned, it's never too late to turn back.' Harry smiled encouragingly, and Draco wanted to melt away into Harry, lost in that beautiful, beautiful boy forever.

'I...I love you, Harry.' Said Draco, muffling all other conversation into another, deeper kiss, lips parting, tongues dancing, chests heaving, and moans and groans filled the night.

'I love you.' Was all Harry said, and Draco's low rumble was encouragement and reply enough for Harry.