Inspired by this post which I cannot stop thinking about <3
The snow was beginning to fall as Harry and Draco walked together. Neither could sleep hours before, and they took comfort in each other’s company as they strolled through the school grounds. A uncomfortable silence hung in the air, the former enemies- now newfound friends- both with so much to say and yet unable to find the words.
After the trials had ended and the dust settled from the war, both Harry and Draco returned for their 8th year. Harry, because Hogwarts was the only true home he had ever known. Draco, because those were just the terms of his parole. But no matter the reason, Hogwarts was never the same for them.
At the beginning of the year the two practically ignored each other, exchanging only nods and brisk words to one another in passing. But for some reason, over the course of the year they had grown closer. It began as small conversations during breakfast in the great hall, then it turned into studying together in the 8th year’s inter-house common room, and then it turned into them hanging out together whenever they had the chance.
Late night strolls through the grounds were a common thing the two did together, and nobody- not even the professors- tried to stop them. Because if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy could become close friends, then anything was possible.
Although close friends wasn’t what Harry wanted anymore. He wasn’t sure when it had happened- when he had fallen head over heels for his former enemy.
Maybe it was when he saw Draco’s tongue sticking out through pink lips while he was concentrating on his studies. Maybe it was when Draco had fallen asleep on Harry’s shoulder once and they were so close that Harry could smell his vanilla shampoo. Maybe it was when he realized that Draco was no longer the terrible villain Harry thought he was.
Maybe it was a lot of things, but whatever the reason, it happened. And now Harry found himself fancying the bloke, stealing glances whenever he got the chance, finding whatever excuse he could to be near him, never knowing what to say to convey his feelings.
But right now was enough, Harry thought. He was willing to put his feelings aside- no matter how hard it was- so he could still be there for Draco. He didn’t want to ruin such a precious relationship by confessing and making things awkward. There was no way Draco could ever return his feelings, Harry thought.
Still though, Harry looked at him as they walked through the snow, noting how sweet Draco looked in his winter coat and beanie, his nose and ears gone pink from the cold. Harry wanted nothing more than to reach out and warm him up, but he stopped himself from thinking those things as Draco turned to look at him.
Draco’s face radiated as he gave Harry a lopsided grin and quirked an eyebrow, and Harry felt shivers run down his spine at the sight.
“Enjoying the view, Potter?” Draco asked teasingly.
Harry rolled his eyes and grinned back. “You wish, Malfoy.”
Draco chuckled to himself and stepped in front of Harry, now walking backwards through the snow. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You look broody.”
“I do not brood,” Harry scoffed, turning is nose up at Draco in mock-scorn.
“You brood,” Draco said simply. “Often. And blatantly.”
Harry sniffed and looked anywhere but at Draco. “I just… have a lot on my mind.”
“That must be new for you.”
“Yeah I- hey!” Harry said quickly, failing to realize that that was an insult at first. He playfully shoved at Draco’s chest and the blond fell backwards into the snow, laughing out loud now.
“Git,” Harry muttered, shaking his head as he waited for Draco’s laughing to die down. But he secretly hoped it would never stop. Draco was flat out gorgeous in that moment. Blond hair sprinkled with snow, cheeks turning pink and arms hugging himself as he practically giggled, face split into a huge smile.
And then the laughing stopped, and Draco was looking up at Harry who now stood over him. His lips softened into a small- seemingly sweet- smile which made Harry’s heart thud in his chest even harder. Draco’s gloved hand reached towards him, and Harry had every intention of helping him up as he took the hand. But before he knew it, Harry was being dragged down and suddenly his chest was pressed flush against Draco’s.
His nose was a mere inch from Draco’s and Harry couldn’t help but take in the sight before him. Grey eyes flecked with silver, long pale eyelashes that fluttered against his cheeks when he blinked, soft-looking glossy pink lips. Harry felt his chest tighten as he took it all in.
He’s so… pretty. Harry thought. Can guys even be pretty?
“What are you thinking about?” Draco asked in a soft voice, a puff of minty breath mixing in with Harry’s own.
“You,” Harry said without thinking, instantly regretting it. But Draco only smiled brighter at the sudden confession.
“You…” Harry trailed off, having a hard time finding the words. “You’re so…”
“So…what?” Draco asked, absentmindedly putting a hand on Harry’s forearm.
“Beautiful,” Harry finally admitted, suddenly feeling terrified. A ball of ice fell to the bottom of his stomach and he felt his face burn like fire.
But Draco just continued smiling, blinking slowly up at Harry. “Yeah?”
“What else?” Draco asked, hand sliding up to touch Harry’s bicep, and Harry shivered at the feeling. “What else do you think about?”
“You,” Harry repeated, suddenly feeling Gryffindor courage kicking in. “Always you. Only you. Every day. The things I want to say to you. The things I want to do to you.”
Draco’s smile softened and his gloved hand moved up to cup Harry’s cheek. “And what do you want to do to me?”
Harry gulped silently, eyes darting down to look at Draco’s pink glossy lips once again, then back up into his grey eyes.
“I want to kiss you,” Harry whispered, nose now rubbing against Draco’s as he moved in closer. “I want to kiss you so badly, Draco.”
“Then what’s stopping you?” Draco whispered in return, eyes fluttering shut.
And that was all it took. Harry leaned down gently, placing a tentative kiss upon Draco’s lips, and then Harry tasted it. The sweet, fruity flavor that glossed those lips was what drove him even further down. He licked the soft bottom lip asking for entrance and Draco obliged, opening his mouth with a gentle breath.
Harry slid his tongue in as his arms wrapped around Draco’s thin waist, quickly dominating the kiss- their tongues intertwining, searching each other’s mouths fervently. He wasn’t the best kisser, but he hoped his passion would make up for it. And from the moans Draco was letting out, he knew he had succeeded. The two kissed for what seemed like an eternity, and if it wasn’t for the fact that they needed oxygen they would have never stopped.
Once parted, they rested their foreheads together and Harry felt inwardly stunned. He had always expected a man to feel, well, different. He had always imagined them to feel hard, and muscly, with strong chapped lips and such. But Draco was the opposite. He was gentle and sweet and his lips were the softest, most delicious things in the world. It was, in all honesty, a pleasant surprise.
“You’re wearing lip gloss,” Harry whispered as he continued to hold Draco. Draco’s arms went to wrap around his neck, bringing him down so the two were practically cuddling in the snow.
“It’s cherry,” Draco softly replied with amusement. “Do you like it?”
“Mmm,” Harry hummed, burying his face in Draco’s neck and inhaling the scent of vanilla shampoo. “You have no idea.”
Draco chuckled. “I have more flavours, you know. Strawberry, coconut, peach.”
Harry pulled back to look into Draco’s eyes.
“Would you like to try them out with me?” Draco asked, a coy smile paying upon his face.
Harry grinned brightly and all of his fear of rejection washed away. “You know it. But why don’t we finish with this flavour first, yeah?”
Draco’s laugh was cut off as his lips were engulfed in Harry’s, and the two tangled together for what felt like ages. Nobody else knew what had happened that night, but the next day as they walked into the great hall hand in hand, everyone knew that they were no longer just close friends.
They were something much, much more.
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