A/N: Here is the second part of the original story I wrote.
Harry stormed into his office, slamming the door open. Ron was sitting at his desk and jumped up, startled. He reached for his wand in response. Once he saw that it was Harry, he relaxed somewhat, but then he noticed that Harry was definitely angry about something so he tensed back up again.
"What's the matter, mate?" Ron asked uncertainly.
Harry narrowed his gaze at Ron. "I just did something that I can only blame you and Hermione for making me do," he began, speaking in a low voice.
Ron cringed inwardly. "What's that?" he asked nervously.
Harry stepped closer and Ron smartly backed up a couple of steps. "I just tried to kiss Malfoy and do you want to know what he did?" he demanded angrily.
Ron felt his stomach turn. Based on the way Harry was acting right now, he must have not had a positive reaction. "I'm not sure," he whispered.
Harry narrowed his gaze further. "He leaned away. I listened to you and Hermione for once about him liking me and he moved away from me. Thanks a lot," Harry seethed.
He turned on his heel, still quite embarrassed and left the department to floo home. He was blocking the floo for the night and contemplating drinking a bottle of fire whiskey to hopefully get the embarrassment out of his head.
Ron sat down in his chair heavily and shook his head. He was positive that Draco had a thing for Harry. Positive.
As if hearing Ron's thoughts, Draco knocked tentatively on the door. Ron looked up and glared at him. Draco frowned and glared back. "Apparently, I've been wrong all along and I should have kept my mouth shut about you to Harry," Ron commented.
Draco stepped in and sighed, looking slightly ashamed. "You're not wrong. I just made the wrong move," Draco admitted.
Ron leaned back in his chair and looked over at Draco in surprise. "So you admit that you like him?" he asked quietly.
Draco blushed deeply and sighed again. "Yeah, well, it doesn't matter now as I bollixed it all up," he replied angrily.
"Oh, Harry's pissed all right, but I don't think it relates to you too much. He's embarrassed first and foremost, but he's also pissed at Hermione and me because we've been telling him for months that you like him," Ron explained.
Draco's eyes widened. "It has not been for months!" he exclaimed. Ron gave him a look that suggested otherwise. Draco crossed his arms and pouted. Leave it to Weasley to be the one to figure this out, probably before I even did myself. "Fine, whatever. What do I do?" he asked.
Ron crossed his arms as well and smirked. "Are you asking me for advice?" he questioned in mock disbelief.
Draco growled and turned to stomp away. "I'll figure it out myself!"
"Wait! Come on, I'm just teasing," Ron called out. Draco stopped and turned to look at him. Ron laughed quietly. "Well, he'll probably kill me for doing this, but…" Ron ripped a piece of parchment and scribbled something on it. He held it out and Draco took it. He looked at in confusion. "He's more than likely blocked the floo and he's probably breaking into his fire whiskey bottle, but you can still find it if you know the address. Good luck, mate. I suggest only going if you plan on returning that kiss," Ron suggested.
Draco stared at him in disbelief. "Wait, you're willingly giving me Harry Potter's address and encouraging me to kiss him?"
Ron laughed. "I know, it's shocking, eh? Look, Harry's unhappy and has been for years. The only time I see any kind of emotion out of him is when he's in the field or after he's talked to or been around you. Whether Harry admits it to himself or not, he likes you. It's not really that big of a surprise. You two have always been attracted to each other. This time it's just in a more friendly way than before. I want my best friend to finally be happy and if that's with you, so be it. You're a lot different now, Malfoy, and I think you are worthy of Harry," he replied.
Draco stared at him. His mouth hung open in surprise. "I don't know what to say. If I hugged people, I would hug you right now…" he said trailing off at the end. They both grimaced at the thought of hugging and then laughed quietly.
"Make sure you want it. Don't go over there unless you do," Ron reminded him, ending the conversation.
All Draco could do was nod. He turned and left the office and headed down to the atrium. He was going to apparate to Harry's house. He didn't need to think about it one way or another. He had wanted to kiss Harry for months now.
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Harry held a glass of fire whiskey in his right hand while his left arm was bent and against the mantle of his fireplace. He was staring into the flames. His embarrassment matched the flames perfectly.
Why did I try to kiss Draco? I mean, seriously, I didn't even know if he felt that way towards me. I completely went against everything I've ever done in regards to another person like that and instead listened to my friends. Gah!
This was Harry's second glass of fire whiskey and he was feeling pretty buzzed by this point. He downed this glass and went back to his kitchen to get more. He poured it and was heading back to his fireplace when he heard a knock on his front door. He looked up in surprise, his head swimming pleasantly.
He walked out of the sitting room and went down the hallway to the front door. He opened the door and nearly dropped his glass. Draco was standing on his porch looking quite nervous.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here? How did you find out where I lived?" Harry questioned.
Draco noted the glass in his hand and laughed to himself. "Aren't you going to ask me to come in?"
Harry stared at him for several moments. He stared so long that Draco started to shift his weight nervously. Finally, Harry pulled the door open wider and gave an exaggerated gesture for Draco to come in. Draco laughed and glanced behind him to see Harry shut the door and down his drink.
"Want a drink?" Harry said more loudly than necessary.
Draco smiled slightly. "Tea, if you have it," he said quietly.
Harry snorted. "Of course, I have tea! Do you think I'm not British or something?"
Draco laughed. "My apologies," he replied.
Harry snorted again and went about making tea. Draco watched him nervously. He jumped in surprise when Harry lit the stove and flames jumped out and nearly singed his hand. "Whoa, a bit close there," he commented absently.
Draco covered his mouth with his hand and closed his eyes for a moment. Merlin, he's ridiculously adorable when he's been drinking. He opened his eyes again and watched as Harry put the teapot on the stove. He got the tea tray ready with sugar and milk and set it on the table. He hummed to himself as he gathered up his different tea options and set those next to the tray. The tea pot started whistling so he turned and took it off the stove. He set it on the table. He contemplated serving them both, but thought better of it.
"Um, do you mind pouring?" he asked nervously.
Draco's eyes widened. "Sure," he replied as he set about preparing their tea.
Harry watched him, slightly swaying. Draco glanced up from time to time, but Harry wasn't looking at his face, he was looking at his hands. Draco finished up and handed Harry his tea. "Milk? Sugar?" Draco asked quietly. Harry just nodded and watched as Draco poured in some milk and dropped a sugar cube into his cup.
"So, I'm surprised to see you at my house," Harry commented after he took a generous sip of his tea. His head seemed to clear somewhat and he was able to think a bit more coherently now.
"Uh, yes, well, I wanted to return your cloak since you left it in my office and uh, you know, just…" he trailed off, looking away, quite flustered. He did reach into his pocket and pull out the invisibility cloak, resized it, and set it on the table.
"Why did you pull away?" Harry asked suddenly. Fire whiskey made him bolder, much bolder.
Draco coughed, his eyes widening as he looked over at him. "Excuse me?"
"Mione and Ron kept telling me that you had a thing for me and I kept telling them they were wrong, but then I started to believe them so I decided to try and kiss you and you pulled away. Why?" he asked again.
Draco withered. Harry sounded hurt and quite bothered. He hadn't realized that there was even a chance for anything to ever happen between them. He didn't think that Harry would remotely return his feelings. "Potter, I-"
Harry grabbed his tea and stood up unsteadily. "I don't want to hear your nonsensical reason behind it, Malfoy," he slurred slightly as he dramatically exited his kitchen.
In another time, Malfoy would be laughing, but right now he didn't want to laugh. Harry was obviously upset about their almost kiss that didn't happen. Draco growled and stood up. "Potter, you should at least give me a chance to explain. I deserve that much," Draco called as he walked into Harry's sitting room. Harry was sitting on the couch, leaning forward with his head in his hands. That brought Draco up short.
"Fine, let's hear your lame arse excuse for pulling away," Harry said quietly.
Draco glared at him. "Fine, I'll tell you. You caught me off guard, okay? I've spent months crushing on you and you never once seemed remotely interested. All of a sudden, you're under your invisibility cloak with me and so wonderfully close and everything was within my grasp and you were leaning towards me for a kiss! I freaked out!" he exclaimed.
Harry looked up at him in surprise. "I'm a slow learner," he commented.
Draco's intense glare lessened somewhat. He cocked his head to the side in confusion. "I'm quite certain you're not a slow learner. It takes you a hell of a lot longer to notice some things, yes, but you're not a slow learner," Draco replied.
Harry waved Draco's comment away and leaned back on the couch. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Malfoy, it's fine. You don't want to kiss me, I get it. I just wish I hadn't tried to kiss you now. I expected too much," he said tiredly.
Draco strode over to him and stood in front of him, suddenly feeling quite bold. He shoved at Harry's good shoulder and watched as Harry's eyes flew open. "I just told you that I've had a crush on you for months and you don't think I want to kiss you?" he demanded.
Harry closed his eyes again and shrugged, wincing slightly as his arm tingled in pain. "You've yet to prove me wrong," he commented.
Draco stared at him for several moments. Harry's breathing had slowed and he hadn't opened his eyes again. "Potter," Draco said as he pushed on Harry's shoulder again. He didn't move. He sighed and smiled slightly. He summoned a blanket from the cupboard and settled it over Harry. He walked out of the sitting room and back into the kitchen. He cleaned up the tea and then turned and peeked into the sitting room again. Harry hadn't moved at all. Draco sighed and smiled again. It didn't go as he expected it would, but at least his feelings were out there, sort of. He walked over to the front door and opened it. He shut it behind him, making sure he cast a locking charm on it and he left. He hoped that he hadn't lost his chance with Harry.
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Harry woke to sunlight blinding him. He groaned as he reached up and blocked the light with his hand. He groaned again as pain shot through his arm at the movement. He brought the blanket that was over him up to cover his head. He sighed as it blocked out the light, but then things started to come back to him.
He realized that he was sitting up and that sunlight should not be streaming into his bedroom as he kept his curtains drawn night and day for the very purpose to keep out light. Plus, his bedroom did not face a rising nor setting sun so it seemed strange that there was this much sunlight. He looked at the blanket, wondering if he somehow wasn't in his home. He recognized the blanket and sighed minutely before he slowly pulled it down and looked around. Good, I'm at home. He glanced around, wondering how he ended up where he was and with a blanket.
"Malfoy," Harry muttered as he shot up from the couch. He stumbled back as his head swam unpleasantly. Oh, Merlin. He sank back into the couch to calm his dizziness. Malfoy was here, last night. I was buzzed and I said some things and he said some things and then I passed out.
Harry stood up again, more slowly this time. He sighed in relief as he didn't get dizzy again. He rushed upstairs and shed his clothes, showering quickly and then rushing back out, putting on his clothes, not really paying attention to what he was putting on. He stopped and looked at his outfit. He groaned and settled onto his bed. He threw himself back. He wasn't going to work today. He didn't have his head on straight and even though he was stuck at his desk, he wasn't going to be able to focus.
He sat up and took off his dress shirt and tossed it towards his wardrobe. He looked down at his sweatpants and shed those too. He had one dress sock on and one regular sock followed by one auror boot. He grabbed his wand and waved it, summoning his patronus. He sent it along its way to let Ron know that he wasn't coming in.
Once that was done, he climbed under his covers and threw them over his head. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.
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Draco arrived at work at promptly eight o'clock as he always did, however today he was going to make a side trip to Harry's office to see how he was faring today and gauge whether or not he was feeling weird about last night.
He rapped on the door and heard a grunt in greeting. He stepped in and saw that Ron was alone in the office. He frowned. He knew that Harry came to work by eight every day, sometimes earlier. "No Potter this morning?" Draco asked nonchalantly as he walked in. He put his hands in his pockets to appear quite casual. Ron lifted his brow and looked at him with a questioning look.
"Good morning, Weasley. How are you today? Pleasant weather we're having this morning, no? Good morning, Malfoy. I'm doing alright this morning and yes we are having nice weather today," Ron joked. Draco scowled. Ron just laughed. "No, Harry is not here yet," Ron replied.
Draco frowned and pulled out his pocket watch. It was a quarter after eight. "He's running a bit late," he commented quietly, worrying his lip.
Ron crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. At that point, something bright and shiny strode into the office. It was Harry's stag. Ron gestured towards it and Draco turned and frowned at it.
"I'm an idiot, Ron. I'm not coming in today. I'll see you tomorrow," it said before it disappeared.
Ron lifted his brow and looked back at Draco who looked quite confused. "Care to tell me what he might be referring to?" Ron asked.
Draco looked away from where Harry's stag had been and gave his attention to Ron. He shrugged. "I'm actually not sure. He had probably three glasses of fire whiskey by the time I got there," Draco replied. Ron cringed. "He asked me why I pulled away and I told him that I freaked out and that I had a crush on him and had been crushing on him for months. He passed out at some point and I left," Draco replied, shrugging again.
"Hmmm. Well, I'll probably check in on him at lunch. He left his pain potions here anyway," Ron said as he gestured towards the box on his desk. Draco looked over at it, looking contemplative. "Unless, you want to take the potions to him," Ron suggested casually.
Draco jerked his head back over to him, cursing the higher powers for making Ron Weasley the one who figured out and constantly reminded him that he knew how he felt about Harry. "Well, I'm sure you have lots of work to do," Draco commented casually.
"Tons of work," Ron replied in the same tone, fighting the grin that was threatening to erupt on his face.
"And the lab will be fine for a bit. I mean, I can always stay late and finish up," Draco added.
"That is true. You're the only one in the lab and there aren't any pressing cases right now." Ron couldn't help it and his grin arrived on his face. Draco scowled at him.
"I'll take them to him," Draco committed, sounding defeated. Ron laughed. "Have I told you lately how much I loathe that you know what you know about me?"
"Not today, no," Ron responded cheekily.
Draco simply glared at him, walked over to the potions case, and stormed from Ron and Harry's office, robe billowing behind him. Ron continued laughing and shook his head. He returned to his work, still laughing.
Draco made his way down to the atrium and apparated out of the ministry to Harry's doorstep. He knocked and waited. There was no answer. He knew that Harry must be home. He frowned and wondered if he was sleeping. He contemplated just undoing the locking charm that he had cast the night before and walking inside, but he was unsure as to how he'd be received. He sighed and knocked again, louder this time.
About two minutes later, at the point where Draco was going to leave and go back to the Ministry and see if Ron would just floo him over, the door flew open and Draco turned and his mouth dropped open and went dry.
Harry stood on the other side, scowling, but looking tired at the same time. That wasn't what made his mouth go dry. He was standing there with no shirt on, hair messier than usual from sleep, and had sweatpants thrown on that were only pulled up to the top part of his pelvic area. His dark trail of hair that led down was winking at Draco, he was sure of it.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, breaking Draco out of his revere.
Draco looked up suddenly and noted that Harry's scowl had turned to a look of curiosity. Draco met his eyes and realized that out of everything that was on display in front of him, the emerald eyes that looked back at him, completely bare of his glasses were shining much more brightly than he had ever seen them. He felt like his stomach was roiling with butterflies fluttering about in a crazy pattern.
"Um, I…. don't remember…." he paused, unable to think coherently. Why had he come by? Was it to marvel at Harry some more? Was it to contemplate what it would be like to see him looking the way he did in this moment every morning?
Harry smirked and glanced down at his hands. "Was it to bring me my potions?" he asked.
Draco blinked slowly and then looked down. Oh, right, that's why he came by. "Yes, exactly," he croaked out. He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks burning. He went to hand the package to Harry, but stopped.
"Do you want to come in?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Oh, um, yeah, sure, of course," Draco stuttered as he started towards the door when Harry pulled it open wider and gestured for Draco to come in.
Draco started in and he heard the door close behind him as he contemplated where to go. He thought a drink of water would be good so he turned towards the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen and set the potions on the table. He glanced around, wondering if he should just grab a glass and get some water or….
"Would you care for something to drink?" Harry asked as he came in behind him. Draco jumped even though he knew that he was there. Harry smiled slightly and stifled a laugh.
"Water is fine," Draco replied.
Harry nodded and walked over to the cabinet and got a glass. He went to the ice box and opened it, taking out a pitcher. He poured some into the cup and handed it to Draco. Draco was careful not to touch Harry at all as he took the glass. Harry frowned slightly at the obvious avoidance.
Harry put the pitcher back and went about preparing tea. Draco gulped at his water, feeling his mouth go back to not being dry. He sighed and set the glass down. His butterflies seemed to have calmed as well.
Once Harry was done with making tea, he turned and sat down across from Draco. He sipped at his tea for a moment, the silence stretching between them. He pulled the box of potions towards him and reached for the one he needed. He went to unstop the cork, but Draco reached out, nearly touching his arm. He glanced up at him and gave him a questioning look.
"Have you eaten today?" Draco asked.
"No. I woke up this morning on my couch, tried to get ready for the day and thought better of it, and went back to sleep upstairs. Why?" Harry replied.
"If you take that potion on an empty stomach, you are going to feel quite sick. You should eat something," Draco explained.
Harry sighed, feeling like he had no energy to make himself some food, but Draco knew potions so he trusted what he was saying. He started to get up, but Draco beat him to it.
"Let me make you something," Draco offered. He stood and opened the ice box. He pulled out a couple of eggs and set them on the counter. He closed that and opened the breadbox and pulled out some bread. He went about toasting the bread and scrambling the eggs. As those cooked, he took out butter and jam from the ice box and set them on the table. Harry watched him with rapt attention. He was both surprised and appreciative of what Draco was doing. There was also another feeling that was even more surprising than the fact that Draco was making food without a house elf; it was the feeling that Harry felt at being taken care of.
Draco glanced at Harry and could see exactly how he was feeling based on the look that was on his face. Harry had always been easy to read. He felt his face warm at what he saw. He turned back to the food, and placed it all on a plate and set it in front of Harry. He summoned a fork and a butter knife and gave those to him as well. Then he sat back in his seat and looked over at Harry expectantly. Harry was staring at him.
"That food isn't going to eat itself," Draco reminded him.
Harry blushed and reached for his fork. "Thank you. It was very kind of you," he replied.
Draco shrugged. "I'd rather not see you sick is all," he replied, trying to make up for his softness.
Harry smirked. "Of course," he answered.
Harry ate his breakfast in silence. Draco went between watching him eat and staring at the glass of water in front of him. He was thinking about how he'd like this every morning. Harry finished and set his fork down. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, wincing when his shoulder started to hurt. Draco gave him a knowing look so Harry reached for his potion and drank it.
"So about last night," Harry began, breaching the silence.
Draco blushed slightly. "Yeah, about last night," he repeated.
Harry sighed. "I'm sorry that I was inebriated. I don't usually have an audience for that. I'm equally sorry for pushing you about certain things. You have your reasons, I accept them."
Draco frowned. "I don't care that you were inebriated as you are kind of adorable like that," he paused at that confession. Harry lifted his eyebrow. Draco ignored it. He needed to get it out there while Harry was sober. He kept it to himself for far too long. "Don't be sorry about pushing me because I have wanted to tell you for awhile. Granted, I didn't think you reciprocated so…." he stopped. He still wasn't sure if Harry felt the same or if he was just testing to see if he might.
"Well, I tried to kiss you so what might that tell you?" Harry asked.
Draco frowned. "That your friends broke down your defenses enough to question whether you might or not?"
"Right, of course. I suppose that's possible," Harry replied uncertainly.
He thought about it and all the times that he had interacted with Draco since he had started out in the Ministry. At first, he had been very suspicious of his intentions, but then he realized that he was there because he was the best at his job. That didn't stop them from arguing and getting under each other's skin, but at some point things had changed. Draco started to make equipment for them and it was always coincidental to when Harry received an injury. He would always create something that would protect Harry from the injury he had received in the future. He had started to act differently towards Harry and not engage in arguments the same way. He started to look at him with worry and concern when he was injured instead of annoyance. The signs were there and he simply didn't notice or his mind couldn't comprehend those kinds of feelings from Draco.
Draco could see that Harry was thinking about something rather important. His thoughts were flashing across his face. "What are you thinking about?" Draco asked quietly.
Harry looked up at him, biting his lip. Draco wanted to be the one to bite that lip. He felt his stomach tense at the idea. He had thought it many times, just not in the company of Harry. "I'm thinking that I have got to be the most oblivious person in the world," he replied.
Draco lifted a brow. "How so?" he asked uncertainly.
"All the signs were there. Things changed and I didn't even realize it. I didn't want to notice it because I figured you hated me and you always would. Why even contemplate anything different?" Harry replied, mostly thinking aloud.
"Because I don't hate you, not anymore, or I may have never hated you, I don't know. All I know is that now, over the past several months, whatever feelings I had in regards to you changed," Draco answered quietly.
"But how? Why?" Harry questioned.
Draco snorted. "I've been asking myself that ever since the first time I noticed it."
"When was the first time?" Harry asked curiously.
Draco knew exactly when he noticed that he had different feelings towards Harry. It was one of the times that he got more severely injured than usual. "Do you remember that raid you went on about a year ago? The one that was in one of MacNair's estates?" Harry nodded after a moment, remembering that day fairly well. That was his first major injury. "Well, I was working in my lab on a different case, one with cursed objects. They gave me one to look at and I was trying to figure out how to break the curses on it and then discover what was inside. I remember sitting there and hearing a commotion out in the department. I ignored it at first, but then it wasn't calming down so I went out there to see what was going on. I caught one auror, I can't remember who now, and asked what had happened. He told me that the raid had gone badly and there had been some casualties. I was concerned for my coworkers and I wondered if you had been on that raid and then I heard someone mention your name as one of the casualties. It was then that I first felt something. I was extremely worried about you so I went to the hospital and when I found out how injured you were, the worry tripled. I went right to my lab and started creating something, anything that would protect you should it happen again. It was at that point that I realized that at some point, your charm had broken through my walls and once that happened, there was no turning back," he explained.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Harry asked in confusion.
Draco laughed sardonically. "That wouldn't have been a good idea for a lot of reasons," he replied.
"Why?" Harry demanded.
Draco sighed. "One, your Harry Potter and I'm Draco Malfoy. Two, we didn't get along for years. Three, I wasn't about to pull a move on you when I didn't think for a second that you'd appreciate it. Four, your Harry Potter and I'm Draco Malfoy," he explained.
"So you, what, pined for me for months without even thinking about mentioning it?" Harry replied.
Draco shrugged. "What would you have me do? Tell you that I like you? Have you be disgusted and appalled and hate me even more? Make things uncomfortable at work?" he demanded.
"I wouldn't have been disgusted and I wouldn't have been appalled and I wouldn't have hated you more because I can't hate something more if I don't hate it in the first place," Harry countered. He shook his head and stood up, walking out of the kitchen.
Draco jumped up and immediately followed. He wasn't getting away from him again. He followed Harry into the sitting room again. "Look, at least I'm telling you now. I'm sorry that I leaned back yesterday. It doesn't represent how I feel. I've wanted to kiss you for months. You caught me off guard. I never expected…." Draco stopped because Harry had turned and was looking at him in such a way that Draco gulped.
Harry walked towards him. He stopped in front of him, only a few inches away from him. "If I were to kiss you now, would you lean back again? I don't think I could take another-" Harry didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. Draco moved in quickly, pulling Harry by his good arm towards him. He looped one arm around his waist and brought the other up to cradle his face before he leaned forward and captured Harry's lips in a deep kiss. He brushed his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance.
Harry responded immediately, his heart pounding. All the times that Draco had looked at him in a certain way and all the times that Hermione and Ron and insisted that Draco had feelings for him flooded his mind. All the muggles that he realized now looked quite similar to Draco flooded his mind and he realized what he had been searching for in all his test subjects. Draco.
They broke apart at one point, breathing heavily. Harry stepped back, giving them both some much needed space. "What are you thinking right now?" Draco asked, breaking the silence.
"I'm thinking that it all makes sense to me now. I'm sorry it took me so long," he replied.
Draco laughed. He stepped forward again, giddy with happiness that it was all out there and that it seemed that Harry returned his feelings. He pulled Harry into a hug and buried his face in his neck. He kissed his neck and along his jaw. Harry sighed as Draco brushed his fingers across his bare back.
"Does this mean I have to wear my gear all the time?" Harry asked after awhile.
"That depends. Are you saying that you return my feelings?" Draco asked.
Harry blushed, knowing that the answer was very simple. So simple that he should have figured it out a long time ago. "Yes," he whispered.
"Then, yes, you have to wear your gear," Draco replied. He leaned back and looked down at Harry. He was frowning. Draco sighed. "Please just wear it until I remake them with new material. Please, Harry," he asked. All of Harry's injuries flashed through his mind. It was bad enough when he just harbored feelings for him, but now that it was out there and they were together, it would be even worse.
Harry nodded. "Alright, but I expect you to come up with something sooner rather than later," he teased.
Draco grinned and nodded in agreement. Harry smiled back and leaned up, kissing him again. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer to him. Harry placed his hands at Draco's hips, digging his fingers into his sides. He couldn't believe he wasted so many months where he could have been kissing Draco.
They broke apart again. "Ron and Hermione are never going to let me live this down," Harry commented with a laugh.
"Weasley hasn't let me forget since he figured out how I felt about you," Draco replied.
Harry looked up at him and grinned. It was worth the ridicule that he'd get. So worth it.