“I love the sound of your smile,” that KILLED me, ugh so cute. I was so excited to read this part. And I loved it (obviously). Thank you for writing it, it made me very happy. *hugs you*
Thank you so, so much! *hugs back tightly*
Here’s the last part!Â
Full fic
“Hello?”
“It’s Harry.”
Draco grinned stupidly at the phone in his hand. “I know who it is, silly.”
“Silly? Oh. Caller ID.”
“Yep.”
Harry groaned over the phone and Draco laughed.
“Are your parents cool if we hang today?”
Draco glanced over at his parents who were sitting in their respective chairs with their backs rigidly straight against the hard wooden chairs and their faces cool as they spoke quietly. Draco leaned back into the excessively spacious kitchen and hopped up onto the counter, holding his phone between his shoulder and cheek.
“It’s nine in the morning. I thought we were going to do something tonight.”
Draco heard Harry sigh through the phone, and then the abrupt clanging of knocking pans in the background.
“You didn’t sound too excited about staying home, so I thought I’d ask if you would just want to chill for the whole day. We don’t have to, of course, I just thought I’d offer. I’m not busy today so-”
“Breathe, Harry,” Draco said into the phone quietly. “I would love to. I’ll tell my parents-”
“Tell us what?” Narcissa said, sweeping into the kitchen.
Draco snapped his phone away from his face and hung up on Harry. He took the plate out of his mother’s hand and begin rinsing it before she could push him to the side. His father liked to insist that the woman of the house should do all the chores and housework, but Draco found that chores around the house kept him properly busy over having to do other things such as going to fancy tennis brunch events with his father or some whiskey-tasting walk around one of his father’s friend’s gardens.
“I have to run some errands today,” Draco said quickly, setting the dish in the side rack to dry. “Is that alright?”
“When will you be back?” Narcissa checked her waving reflection in the shiny refrigerator and then turned back to face Draco.
“I’ll probably be out for the day. I’ll come back to check in, and then I’m going to spend time with a friend this evening.”
“Fine. But don’t wake Lucius up when you come home.”
Draco nodded and kissed his mother on the cheek before rushing out he door, slinging his coat over his arm as a second thought. He called Harry back immediately.
“I’m walking to the corner of my street. Can you come get me?”
“Be right there.”
Harry came to pick him up in less than a minute after Draco called him with a wide grin.
“Hey,” Harry threw his car back into drive as soon as Draco closed the door. “What do you want to do today?”
“Anything,” Draco said, taking in Harry. His profile was highlighted against the morning sun, outlining the straight of his nose and his wild mass of dark hair. His lips were turned up happily and his hands were relaxed and curved over the steering wheel. His voice was warm, and his laugh exactly the way Draco remembered it. “Absolutely anything.”
The day passed in a blur of laughter and blushing. They went to the local library so Draco could drag Harry around and pile books on top of him to check out. They went to lunch and Harry giggled like a little boy when he got ketchup on his nose, and Draco blushed so hard he was convinced his knees turned red. Harry showed him how to drive his truck, and Draco nearly ran through a coffee shop. Draco thought he was going to explode of happiness.
Every moment Draco would say something or Harry would crack a joke, and he would laugh a little. And then Harry would turn towards him with a surprised smile, and every time, Draco would have to pause to try and catch his breath.
This couldn’t be real. This didn’t happen to Draco in real life: hanging out with a handsome boy, and falling in love, and being treated like he was someone worth talking to. Except it was real, and it was happening, and Harry was leaning on Draco and laughing so hard he was snorting, and Draco just held onto him and laughed.
They went to the party later that night, and the music was so, so loud.
Draco hadn’t had anything to drink, but he felt drunk and reckless. He hadn’t had anything to drink, but he’d felt giddy and free the whole day. He never wanted to go back home, back to the place that had taught him love never lasted, love wasn’t real. Draco was head over heels in love, he was sure of it. He didn’t know where Harry’s exchange student girlfriend was, or whether they were still together even. But he knew that Harry’s smile made his stomach turn around in loops, and he knew that laughing with Harry felt better than anything in the world, and he knew by the way Harry’s presence made his heart calm that this was going to be for forever.
Later, after the party, Harry set his hand over Draco’s. It was in the front of seat of his car, in Draco’s driveway.
“Draco,” Harry said, and something about his voice was different.
“Hm?” Draco said sleepily. He had dozed off on the drive home.
“I just want you to know that Ginny and I broke up when she went back to England.”
Draco’s eyes flicked open. “Okay?”
And then Draco turned to look at Harry, and he didn’t know how it had happened, but Harry’s face was too close to his. And then they were kissing.
Draco had only pecked a girl’s lips once when he was thirteen, but he’d never kissed anybody like this. He didn’t know if he was doing it terribly, but it felt wonderful.
Harry’s hair was tickling his face and his hands were cupping Draco’s jaw. Draco sighed against his mouth and Harry pushed his face further into Draco’s. It was exactly right. It was perfect. Draco wanted it to last forever.
As far as he was concerned, it would.
