"What the hell is that?" Draco asked, taking the stuffed bear from Luna. He blinked down at the thing. It was in black wizard robes with a Gryffindor tie and had a lightning bolt scar, and Harry Potter's goofy round glasses stitched around its eyes.

"A Harry Potter bear," Luna said, giggling. "Since you love him, you can practice confessing to the bear version!"

"I'm pretty sure Harry hates all the memorabilia that is getting created in his honor," Draco said, cringing at the bear. "If he knows I have this, I might end up at the end of his wand."

"Which one?" Luna asked, innocently, though she was far from innocent. She said everything matter-of-factly and didn't seem to get phased at all, even by the most embarrassing things.

"Luna!" Draco flushed.

She giggled. "Try it. Tell Harry Barry how you feel, Draco."

"Luna, I am thirty years old…"

"Yet, still not old enough to confess you've been in love with Harry since you were eleven."

Draco groaned. "Because you know how insane that would sound. Also, consider my behavior over the years and my part in…"

Luna waved her hand. "You've been proven innocent, groomed child and all that, plus you were a kid when you were a big meany. We've all forgiven you, remember? I mean… we've forgiven you for the stuff that needs to be forgiven, not the grooming Death Eater stuff. You have no fault in that."

"Thank you, but I don't want to harm the fragile foundation I have built with Harry, Luna. We're friends now and I don't want to lose him."

"Aww, sweetie," Luna cooed, throwing her arms around him. "I know you feel that way, but even with him around, you're not happy, because you want more."

"I'm fine."

He was not fine.

"Harry Barry, what am I going to do?" He asked the bear. He was sitting on his bed, hugging the bear, drunk off his ass. After talking with Luna, he spiraled.

"I love him so much, but I want him to be happy and if I say anything, he won't be."

Draco pressed his face against the bear's stomach, startled when the bear said in a poor imitation of Harry's voice, "I'm Harry, I will protect you!"

"Oh, my god, you talk, too."

Groaning, Draco pressed the belly again.

"I saved the world and I'll do it again!"

That made Draco angry and he threw the bear across the room. "No, you won't! You will stay safe and not get used by anyone again. You'll have no more stress or fear!"

Feeling guilty, he picked up Harry Barry. "Sorry, it's not your fault people are stupid. Please don't try and fight a big battle again, Harry Barry."

He nuzzled the bear's stomach, pressing the button again.

"Harry Potter to the rescue!"

"No, just be a person. No more Gryffindor savior complex bullshit, okay? That's an order!"

Stumbling back over to his bed, he fell, slamming the bear on the bed.

"Only I can defeat the dark."

"I'll help. Harry. Don't go alone, please," he said in a mournful whine.

Dragging himself up, he picked up the bear and walked to his living room, going to his fireplace. He had a bone to pick with Harry Potter. How dare he still try to save the world and do it alone? It wasn't fair for him.

Stumbling out of Harry's fireplace, he stomped through his flat and threw open Harry's bedroom door, startling Harry so much that he fell out of his bed, his wand raised to defend himself.

When he saw it was Draco, he lowered the wand, but only slightly. It could still be a polyjuiced person who somehow figured out how to break his wards.

"You better prove that you're Draco fast," Harry said in a firm voice.

"Who the fuck else would I be?" Draco grumbled. "I'm pissed and I'm pissed off," he said, giggling foolishly. He stumbled closer to Harry, rolling his eyes at the wand Harry had pointed at him.

"Tell me a fact that only you and I would know," Harry demanded.

"One of your crazy fans sent you a disgusting used Muggle verb-rater. You opened it when I was with you and swore me never to tell anyone." Draco snickered at the memory. "It was so gross!" He doubled over and almost dropped the bear.

Harry grimaced and lowered his wand. "What are you doing here? Why are you drunk and what the fuck is that thing in your arms?"

"This is Harry Barry. Say hello!" Draco waved the bear around. When Harry didn't say anything, Draco got annoyed. "Say hi, don't be rude, Harry."

"Uh, hi."

Draco made the bear wave at Harry.

"I am drunk because he made me so angry," Draco said, throwing the bear on Harry's bed.

"Saving the world is my job!"

Draco growled lowly in his throat. "No, it is not, you fucker!" He stomped over to the bed and picked up the bear, shaking it. "I told you to stop! You don't have to do that shit anymore, Harry Barry."

Harry's eyes softened. "Draco, you're very confused. How much did you drink?"

"I don't know," Draco whined, tears coming to his eyes. "Tell Harry Barry to stop doing things that will hurt him, please."

Walking over to Draco, Harry pulled him, bear and all, into his arms. Draco melted into him, sobbing. He was so gone from being drunk, so gone from being in love with Harry Potter.

"Why do you want him to stop?" Harry murmured gently.

"Because…" Draco sniffed. "I love him."

"That's a good reason," Harry whispered, rubbing the small of Draco's back. "Sit down, let me get you a potion to help you sober up."

Ten minutes later, Harry came back with a potion. "Slowly," he said, helping Draco take it. "Good job. It'll work soon and you'll feel better."

"Okay," Draco mumbled in a voice that sounded like a lost little kid. He sniffed and wiped a hand across his wet eyes.

It only took about five minutes for clarity to come back to Draco's mind. He blinked a few times, feeling like he had just woken up from a long slumber, disoriented and confused, and then all at once, everything rushed back.

He could remember everything, unless there were far more embarrassing parts still locked inside his mind.

Was it all over now? He had told Harry that he loved him, and though he directed it toward the bear, it was obvious what the drunk version of Draco meant.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

Looking over at Harry, all Draco could see was a man who was concerned. His eyebrows were knitted together, his eyes swirled in compassion and his bottom lip was swollen, so he must have been biting it in worry.

"Yeah," Draco answered. He looked at the bear. "Luna gave me that. I would have never…"

"I know you wouldn't."

"I-I should go."

Deflect, ignore, pretend. It was fine. They could just act like nothing happened and go back to being friends like before.

He grabbed the bear because he didn't feel like he could leave it behind and got off the bed hurriedly.

"Sorry for intruding."

Draco scrubbed a fresh tear from his cheek. He rushed out of Harry's bedroom, grabbed floo powder from the mantlepiece, and vanished before Harry could react.

Three days later, Draco received a letter from Harry. He sat down in his art studio, opening it slowly. His fingers trembled because of what could be contained within the letter.

Two vials fell out of the envelope. Memories. Draco looked at them with wide eyes and took a shuddering breath. He unfolded the parchment and read.

Draco,

I am sorry that I didn't follow you that day. I couldn't be sure what you remembered and didn't know if what you said was genuine or because of being intoxicated. I'm taking a chance here. A huge one, because I hope that you meant those words in the same way I do.

The vial with a D is the memory of that night in case you can't remember. The vial with H is some memories of mine I would like you to see. You can consider it part one of my confession.

If what you said is not in the same context, there is no pressure, Draco. I still want to be in your life as a friend at the very least.

Harry

Harry left the robe shop, smiling up at Hagrid. He was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, a bundle of nerves.

"Hagrid, have you ever thought someone was pretty before?" Harry asked, looking up at the half-giant with wide, innocent eyes.

Hagrid ruffled his hair. "Oh yes, I have had my fair share of crushes."

"Crush? Even if it is another boy? Is that weird?"

"No, lad, you can think anyone, boy or girl is cute and have crushes on them. You will understand more as you get older."

Harry was happy that the pretty boy wanted to be his friend, but then he said something mean about his new friend Ron. That made Harry sad. He hoped maybe someday all of them could be friends.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, looking at his new friend later when they were alone.

"I think I like him, but he wasn't nice to you," Harry pouted.

"Malfoy? You like-like him?"

"Yeah, I do."

"It's okay, maybe we will be friends soon. He might have been having a bad day!" Ron said, hugging Harry.

Fifteen-year-old Harry ran down the hallways, late for class like usual. He ran into Malfoy, knocking him into the wall. Off balance, Malfoy fell to the floor.

"I'm sorry!" Harry reached out to help Malfoy, but the blonde slapped his hand away.

Harry frowned. Sighing, he turned away.

"Potter…"

"Yeah?"

"Just be careful next time."

It was almost sweet the way he said it, making Harry's heart twist. "Alright." As he walked away, he wiped a tear off his cheek.

He joined Ron and Hermione, sitting down with a heavy thud. He dropped his head to the table and groaned.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked in a whisper. "Was it…"

"I don't know why we can't get along." Harry looked up at his friends.

"To be fair, you egg him on, too," Ron said.

"He wouldn't see me otherwise."

The battle was over and people were standing in a daze, some hugging in relief, others crying over a dead loved one. Harry spared a glance toward the sea of redheads, his heart hurting, but then he looked around, trying to find Draco.

He found Draco being smothered by his parents. Their eyes met and Harry could mostly see sadness etched across Draco's features, but he also saw, or thought he saw, relief, and maybe happiness.

It was too much to hope that it was happiness that Harry had survived, that Draco would even care if Harry was alive.

Hagrid came up behind him and put a comforting hand on his back. "You still think he's pretty, huh, lad?"

His close friends and Hagrid were the only ones who knew. Harry nodded. "I'm older now Hagrid and I understand what this is, but I can't do anything about it."

He loved Draco Malfoy.

"Luna, why did you give him a Build a Harry bear?" Harry asked, hands on his hips. "What did you say to him? He drank himself silly. He said he loved me, well, the bear, but I think he meant me."

"Build a what?" Luna asked, confused. Harry waved the question off and she continued, "I thought the bear could help him express himself, Harry."

She frowned. "I know you both like each other, but I couldn't just tell him that. He'd never believe me!"

"Now I'm just worried that if I tell him I love him, he will think I'm doing some hero complex thing to make him feel better, like sacrificing myself into being with him. Drunk confessions are a disaster."

"You're a wizard, Harry. Just show him!" Luna tapped Harry's forehead.

"I'm terrified."

Luna pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry. I wanted everyone to be happy."

Flushed, Draco came out of Harry's fireplace. He was hugging Harry Barry and felt ridiculous for even bringing it, but he somehow felt attached to it.

Harry looked over from his couch and smiled tentatively. Draco saw that his hands were shaking.

"You saw it?" Harry asked. "I wasn't sure which memories would work best to get the message across." He bit down on his lower lip. "Was your confession real or just because you were drunk?"

"I watched it," Draco said, walking over and sitting next to Harry. "Real. So real. I'm so sorry I was such a prat to you as a kid."

"I wasn't any better. C-can I give you part two of my confession?" Harry asked. Draco nodded, his eyes wide. His heart started to beat rapidly.

"I've thought of you ever since I first saw you. Of course, I was just a confused little kid, but my feelings grew. I love you, Draco Malfoy." Harry choked back a sob. "I was so happy you found your way out of…" He couldn't finish, but Draco knew what he meant.

"So am I. I love you, too, Harry Potter."

Draco leaned over to hug Harry, accidentally pressing the bear's stomach.

"I'm Harry Potter and I love you!"

They giggled, sounding like they were teenagers again as they looked down at the bear.

"Such a stupid little thing," Harry said, flicking the bear's forehead.

"Hey!" Draco pulled the bear away. "Be nice to Harry Barry. He's our first child."

Harry gently took the bear from Draco and set it on the coffee table. Draco threw his arms around Harry and kissed his cheek, and then glancing at Harry's mouth, he pressed his lips near, waiting for Harry to close to distance. When Harry did, Draco sighed into the kiss, feeling like he could finally be truly happy.

"I'll take you to Build a Bear and get Harry Barry some siblings," Harry said, laughing. He kissed Draco's nose and then nuzzled his cheek.

"I don't know what that is, but okay."