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Dinner Date

Draco is nervous. It’s their six-month anniversary, and Draco suggested a home-cooked dinner at his apartment. Harry was ecstatic when the idea had been presented to him, especially because Draco has bragged non-stop about his cooking skills ever since their first date. But Draco is regretting the suggestion as he finally admits to himself that lying to Harry about his skills might not be the best idea he’s ever had.

After all the nasty past between them, Draco had really wanted to impress Harry with something pleasing. And when the conversation, on their first date, shifted to food, Draco found himself explaining all about his well-executed meals in great detail. Of course, his vivid imagination helped him create dishes he never really cooked himself. Draco either described meals from his childhood that were made by house elves or dishes that he tasted in France during his holidays.

Harry has been impressed and wanted to taste Draco’s cooking since the beginning, but Draco somehow managed to find plenty of excuses to avoid the disastrous date that this would mean. And then he cocked himself up with suggesting this rubbish idea for their anniversary date.

The first problem he faces when it comes to executing this plan is deciding what dish to prepare. Draco has tried a variety of dishes but best he can think of are also the hardest to cook, and for someone who has never cooked more than a soft-boiled egg, those are immediately dismissed. After a couple of days of research, Draco settles on Harry’s favourite Italian meal - Chicken Alfredo. As far as the recipe goes, Draco finds it quite simple. And yet, after twenty minutes in the kitchen, the water for the pasta is boiling and spilling on the floor, Draco is cursing loudly and murmuring a healing spell for his burnt hand, and the chicken is lying half-cut on the cutting board. Things definitely don’t go as planned.

Ten more minutes later, Draco finally manages to get everything under control and cooking as it should. Of course, we shouldn’t forget to mention that in the middle of the mess, Draco forgot to season the now-cooking chicken. Time flies quickly while Draco whirls around the kitchen and tries to prepare everything he has set himself to do, and soon the sound of the Floo reaches his ears.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Draco curses under his breath when he realizes that it’s already seven p.m. and Harry is right on time. The table isn’t even set yet, and Draco has only started with dessert. Not to mention that the Chicken Alfredo barely looks like the one he ate in Italy all those years ago.

“Draco?” Harry calls out, excitement evident in his tone. Draco can’t help but smile at his boyfriend’s giddiness.

“In the kitchen!” He replies and two seconds later, Harry enters the kitchen. He is dressed in dark blue jeans that tightly fit his muscular legs and a wine red T-shirt that makes his green eyes shine with life. His hair is a mess like always, but Draco loves it that way. Harry greets him with a bright smile and Draco’s stomach flutters as if he was freshly infatuated with Harry and not in love with him for the last four months.

“Hey,” Draco replies as Harry approaches him and pecks him on the lips.

“It smells good. I’m starving, is the food ready?”

“The main course is. I’m still working on the dessert.”

Harry grins and goes to sit down at the table. “Well, I’ll just wait for you to finish, then.”

Draco chuckles and focuses on the ingredients in front of him. The dessert is easier than the Chicken Alfredo but a nervous knot forms in Draco’s stomach nonetheless. Harry will realize that Draco has lied about his skills, which isn’t good. Since the beginning, when they still had their demons from the past hunting them, both agreed that the relationship is going to be based on absolute truth and trust. And Draco has stuck to their agreement firmly. Except when it came to this white lie, that right now didn’t seem so small.

As Harry chatters about his day, Draco finishes the dessert and serves Harry the Chicken Alfredo. Even though it hasn’t turned out as it should, at least Draco knew how to make it look presentable.

“Did you make my favourite?” Harry asks enthusiastically, and Draco chuckles nervously.

“Yeah, at least I tried…” he responds, and Harry raises his left eyebrow in question. “Just try it and then I’ll explain.”

“Okay.” Harry tries it, and for a second the smile is replaced by a grimace. Draco’s keen eyes notice that and dread immediately settles in Draco. A second later, Draco is blurting out an apology and rambling out the truth behind his cooking skills. By the end of his explanation, he is on the verge of tears as the fear of ruining this spreads through him. His eyes are cast downwards on his plate as he is terrified of seeing Harry’s disappointment in him. More than anger, Draco is scared of disappointing the man in front of him.

Everything is quiet once Draco stops talking. Instead of saying something, Harry stands up and steps towards Draco. Draco flinches, expecting a slap due to his father’s rough discipline in his younger years, when Harry lays his hand on Draco’s shoulder.

“Draco,” Harry says quietly. “It’s alright. I’m not angry.”

At those words, Draco crumbles and starts crying. He shifts in his seat and buries his head in Harry’s stomach. Harry wraps his arms around Draco and smiles softly, even though Draco can’t see him. His shirt is getting soaked by Draco’s tears but he doesn’t mind.

“Can I tell you the truth?” Harry inquires, and Draco nods. “I kind of knew you don’t know how to cook. I never said anything because it has been amusing, listening to you speaking about something you clearly don’t have any idea about. Thinking about it, I realize leading you on was obviously a wrong thing to do, since this scared you so much.”

Draco gulps down a sob and lifts his head up to look at his boyfriend. “You knew?” Harry nods and blushes, embarrassed. “So, you’re really not angry?”

“No, Draco. Of course, I’m not angry. I actually appreciate you trying to prepare this meal for me. And it’s not even half bad for your first time.”

Draco stands up and hugs Harry, relieved that this isn’t the end. “I love you,” he mumbles and Harry’s breath hitches. This is the first time Draco has said those words, even though both of them knew about his feelings for a while now.

“Oh, Draco. I love you too,” he breathes out and hugs him tighter.

New Clothes, New Doubts

It started with a simple T-shirt. Harry was at the Ministry, working on a rather important case, while Draco was stuck at Harry’s apartment without anything to do. He considered heading home, since he didn’t have any clean clothes at Harry’s anymore, but decided against it. Two days ago, Pansy had thrown him out of their shared apartment because apparently, she had a romantic weekend planned with her boyfriend and Draco would only be a nuisance.

“Go spend some time with your boyfriend,” she said, knowing that Harry had work and Draco felt uncomfortable staying in his apartment alone. And yes, Draco was aware that he should find a job as well. But no one was hiring and he hadn’t had any good qualifications anyway.

Draco was dying of boredom, and even that Muggle box in Harry’s living room wasn’t interesting enough for him. All it ever played were sappy romantic films that Draco disliked. With one last look at the remote on the sofa, Draco turned on his heels and headed to Harry’s bedroom. He went through his bag of clothed once again, hoping to find a decent shirt that he hadn’t used to many Cleaning charms on. Disappointed with his search results, Draco carefully opened Harry’s closet.

He found two extra sets of Auror’s robes and a handful of worn-out T-shirts. There were also three pairs of sweatpants and two jumpers. Draco nearly winced as he pulled out an oversized T-shirt that even smelled like old clothes do. Trying to find a better one was useless so Draco put it on and frowned. Harry has filled out a bit in the past years but there is no way that the shirt fits him properly. And Draco can remember quite well that Harry owned all these clothes since Hogwarts.

That’s how Draco decided to launch his new project. Throughout the next six months, Draco has slowly been replacing Harry’s wardrobe. One piece at the time, Draco found the right moments to slip new clothing into Harry’s closet while getting rid of the old one. Grey shirts were replaced by mostly green and blue variations of colour as Draco thought they fit Harry’s eyes the most. The thin jumpers disappeared and there appeared new, soft and warm jumpers in their place.

Harry had noticed of course. By the time he could only find one old T-shirt amongst all the new, he realized what Draco had been doing. He never commented on it, because he could see Draco loved taking care of Harry. He did find it a bit uncomfortable though. It was Draco’s money that the clothes were bought with and Harry disliked owing his boyfriend anything.

The first conversation about this happened on the day Draco officially moved in. Harry asked him a week before and with some gentle kisses on Draco’s neck and Harry pampering him, Draco finally broke and agreed. Boxes were packed and tissues were offered to Pansy as Draco said his goodbye. Both of them knew that her tears are just theatrics to show her boyfriend that she has a heart and to amuse Draco. Draco laughed as she hugged him and threatened to hunt him down if he doesn’t visit at least once a week.

And then he arrived at Harry’s apartment. Correction – their apartment. Harry was anxiously waiting for him. He offered to come with Draco and help him pack, but Draco said he wants to do it alone. Wants to properly say goodbye to his best friend and roommate for the last five years.

So, the second Draco steps into their apartment, Harry is in front of him. To be perfectly honest, Harry was terrified that Draco had changed his mind. That he won’t be coming and moving in. That all those new clothes were just a way of Draco saying that Harry should look good because he’ll need to start dating again. And Harry was aware that those were just toxic thoughts, caused by his self-doubt that was still present after all those years.

Draco was surprised when his boyfriend hugged him tightly and whispered: “Thank Merlin, you’re here.” Realizing, that something must have been troubling Harry, Draco lowered the shrunk boxes on to the floor and took Harry’s hand in his. He led Harry to the sofa and they set down, Harry curled up in Draco’s arms.

“Harry,” Draco gently spoke.“Hmm?” His boyfriend responded without looking up. He was warm and comfortable, nested in Draco’s arms and didn’t want it to end.

“Is everything okay?”“Yes, of course.” Harry didn’t really want to talk about it. But knowing Draco, who never let things go, he waited for the conversation to really start.

“I don’t believe you. Is it about me moving in? Or did someone send me a threatening letter again?”“It’s neither of those things. It’s about…” Harry started and then Draco’s words registered. “Wait! Did you say you received threat letters before?” Harry asked, bewildered.

Noticing his mistake, Draco waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “It’s nothing to worry about. It’s been years since I got one and they were just empty threats.” He paused and gave a piercing look to his black-haired boyfriend. “Now, tell me what your reaction earlier was all about.”

Harry sighed and looked away. “It’s about my clothes…”Draco’s gut twisted. “What about them? Does it bother you I got you new ones?”

“Well, it doesn’t really bother me per say. I’m just worried you’re trying to send me a certain message.”

“What message are you talking about?” Draco pondered, confused. “I did that because I thought it’s time you got new clothes. They were all old and worn-out. I’ve actually been wondering why your wardrobe was so atrocious. You wore those clothes in Hogwarts, for the love of Merlin!” With each sentence, Draco’s voice got a tad louder and, in the end, he was almost screaming. It wasn’t anger that fuelled him, not really. Draco was just awfully confused as to why Harry was worried that he got him new clothes.

“That’s the reason?” Harry asked quietly. His mind couldn’t comprehend it at first, but it didn’t last long before he realized how nonsensical his doubts were. Draco just wanted the best for him. He just wanted to pamper Harry a bit. Blushing at his own way of thinking, he leaned against Draco again and hugged him.

“I appreciate your concern, love. The reason I never bought new clothes might sound a bit weird to you, but for me, it goes really deep into my past, all the way to childhood. All these clothes that you got rid for me, they used to belong to my cousin Dudley. Not one piece of clothing was entirely mine until I bought robes for Hogwarts.  And even after that, I hadn’t really bothered to spend money on myself and on clothes. I still wore Dudley’s old clothes, up until you got me new ones. That’s why it felt weird, and why I panicked.” Harry explains.

“I thought there was a hidden agenda to your actions and I started imagining different reasons why you would do that. Unfortunately, it had never occurred to me that you were just being a considerate boyfriend, looking out for me. And I’m sorry for that.” Harry finished and looked up to see a frown on Draco’s face.

“No, Harry, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked about it before I started doing that. It never crossed my mind that there was some deeper meaning as to why you don’t own any decent clothes. And I’m disappointed I myself to not consider it, even though I knew of your horrid past with your Muggle family.”

Harry smiled at Draco and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “It’s fine, Draco. I’m just glad we got this all cleared up.”

Draco gulped and nodded, still slightly unsure. Harry noticed that and hugged him tighter. “I love you, Draco.”

“Love you too.” Draco’s arms tightened around his boyfriend as he pressed a kiss on Harry’s forehead.

@slytherellin I’m sorry for the wait and I hope this is at least a bit like you wanted it. I enjoyed writing it and thank you for the prompt!

Jungle Speed

It is a Muggle-style party. Harry isn’t sure how Dean and Seamus have gotten this idea, but he likes it. There aren’t any wizarding alcohol drinks, the games are all Muggle, and even the music is played on a Muggle radio. Everyone seems a bit confused upon arrival to the house, but as the drinks are passed along and alcohol is consumed, the wizards relax. By the time Draco and the rest of his gang arrive, Ron is already drunk and singing along with the radio, Ginny and Luna seem to have disappeared somewhere and Harry is already nursing his fifth bottle of beer.

Draco sits down next to Harry, who hasn’t even noticed him yet. Harry is staring out of the window and smiles stupidly when Ron tries to reach the high notes of the song. Draco notices the drunken smile on Harry and chuckles.

“Already drunk, Potter?” he asks and smirks as Harry turns his head to look at him. The smile slips off of Harry’s face. A pout replaces it.

“I’m not drunk,” Harry tries to deny it and fails miserably when a hiccup follows. Draco just laughs louder and shakes his head in disbelief. They’ve somewhat been friends for the last couple of years, ever since Blaise became Ron’s Auror partner. Ron started inviting Blaise to their Friday pub night, and it wasn’t long before Draco, Pansy and Theo joined.

At first, the atmosphere had been tense, but through the consumed alcohol and shared jokes about this and that, the two – once hostile – groups formed tight friendships. Of course, Draco and Harry had the most trouble getting along. Even now, after two years of weekly gatherings, they tend to drive each other mad. Their friends have a theory that there is something going on between them, but neither will admit anything and are completely oblivious when it comes to their flirting.

“Let’s all play Jungle Speed!” Dean exclaims when Ginny and Luna finally reappear in the living room. Harry and Draco focus on the group that is forming on the floor in the middle of the living room.

“You’re going to join them?” Harry asks Draco.

“Uhm… sure,” Draco replies, standing up. “Are you coming to?”

Harry grins as he looks up at Draco and nods. “No doubt. I love this game.”

Three rounds and a lot of empty beer bottles later, the game seems to come to an end. The group of drunk wizards is already half asleep, the couples are snuggling on the sofas or leaning against them and the hum of the TV is buzzing in the background. Ron is already snoring loudly while Hermione strokes his hair with her eyes closed. Every time Ron lets out a funny snore, Ginny giggles drunkenly and Harry smiles at them. He’s lying on the floor, nearly asleep. The only thing preventing him from sleeping is the cold seeping through his bones. While the living room isn’t even cold, Harry can’t help but feel a bit alone amongst all these couples snuggled together. The need to have someone in his arms makes him shiver and his gaze stops on Draco. The blond man is sitting across the room, leaning against the wall and looking a bit flushed. His eyes are closed and his arms are wrapped around his chest. A warm feeling blossoms in Harry’s stomach as he realizes just how cute Draco looks right now.

Draco suddenly opens his eyes as if he feels Harry’s gaze on him. A puzzled expression appears on his face as Harry motions him to come closer. Draco stands up and walks over to Harry, who is too lazy to get up.

“What is it, Potter?” Draco whispers and then lets out a strangled sound as Harry takes his hand and pulls him onto him. “Potter!” Draco whisper-yells but Harry just wraps his arms around him and shushes him.

A flush spreads through Draco’s cheeks as the warmth calms both of their heartbeats. Draco’s head is pressed against Harry’s chest and all Draco can focus on is the strong thrum of Harry’s heart. Just as sleep overcomes him, Draco hears Harry say something.

“I think I want you in my arms every night.” Harry whispers and closes his eyes. Draco’s eyes open suddenly but Harry’s grip tightens on him and he relaxes again.

“So do I.“ Draco admits to himself and to Harry. A sleepy smile appears on Harry’s face as they both drift to sleep in each other’s arms.

@secretlycrazyhummingbird  So sorry this took so long for me to write! Here you go, I hope it’s at least a bit like how you wanted it! Also, thanks to

@drarryismymuse  for being my beta!

Dear Anon, thank you for this wonderful prompt! I enjoyed writing it and Ihope you have fun reading it. Happy Holidays!

New Year’s Kiss

Draco is furious. He can’t understand why HarryPotter, the Head Auror, would want to take a case in the last week of the year.Ever since he has become the Head Auror, Potter hasn’t really taken any cases. He has supervised them butnot really fully participated in any. That’s why this seems bloody weird toDraco. And of course, Potter had to pick Draco to go with him all the way toNew York just to work on a case with the MACUSA.

“Potter,” Draco whines as they walk downthe busy New York streets.

“What?” Harry snaps and glares at hispartner. Before Harry became the Head Auror, he had been partnered with Malfoyand surprisingly they were a brilliant team. There were bickering anddisagreements on which methods to use while pursuing a specific case, buteverything they did was managed and completed successfully. That’s why Harrydecided to take Draco with him for this case.

“Why am I here?” Draco asks and curseswhen he bumps into a random older man as they move through the crowded street.Harry casts a quick glance at his blond partner and shrugs.

“I need your help, obviously.”

“But I don’t even know what our case isabout!” Draco responds, obviously upset. Harry sighs and quickly spots theapparition point in a dark alley. He pulls Draco along and apparates them. Theyend up in the lobby of a smaller wizarding hotel with a bright interior thatdoesn’t really suit Draco. He grumbles under his breath as Harry steps towardsthe reception and checks them in. Five minutes later they are seated on thefloor of their room, discussing the details of their mission.

It’s a pretty simple case if you consider all theones they had successfully completed in the previous years. That’s why theyfinish it two days later, on 29th December.

Draco insists they return back to Englandimmediately, and yet Harry manages to convince Draco to stay for New Year’s Eve.Draco tried complaining, but he has to admit that bloody Potter has always hadthe power of convincing Draco to do stupid things.

So, both men spend the next two days sightseeing in the city and enjoyingtheir time. Throughout these days, Draco often ponders on asking his ex-partnerwhy he was the one taking the case instead of some other Auror. Those exactthoughts seem the strongest as they eat their lunch on their last day in New York.

Draco found some posh Italian restaurant that required a reservation inadvance and made sure to call without even mentioning it to Harry. If Harryknew where Draco was taking him out for lunch, he wouldn’t have come without afight. Of course, Harry complained and resisted the second he laid eyes on theinterior of the restaurant but once Draco reminded him that it is Harry’s faulthe’s not spending New Year’s Eve with his mother, Harry gave up.

In the end, Harry has to admit that the place is quite nice and thefood is delicious. But of course, the company helps as well Harry thinks andsmiles as Draco elegantly wraps the spaghetti on his fork. Draco seems to senseHarry’s eyes on him and he lifts his head. He raises his eyebrow in question.

“Is there something wrong?”

Harry blushes and shakes his head. “Of course not. It’s justinteresting to watch you wrapping the spaghetti on your fork.” Harrysmiles teasingly which causes Draco to blush. Warm tingling settles in his stomach and Draco has to admit that the feeling has been dearlymissed ever since his partnership with Harry ended.

Draco clears his throat and finally gathers the courage to ask Harrywhat he has been meaning to ask since they arrived in New York. “Why didyou take this case? And why did you take me along?”

Harry’s eyes widen as he obviously wasn’t expecting to be asked that.“Uhm, well…” He starts and rubs the back of his neck. “It justdidn’t seem fair to have other Aurors away from their families for theHolidays.”

“I have a family to be with during the Holidays,” Dracostates the obvious. “And you do as well.” He points the fork at Harryas he says so. He means the Weasleys, of course. Harry doesn’t have a wife or ahusband to go home to every night. Jealousy fills Draco as he actually thinksof Harry being married to someone. Gulping hard, Draco tries not to blush toomuch as these thoughts appear in his mind.

“The Weasleys are in Romania visiting Charlie this year and itdidn’t seem right to go with them. And I know your mother must be missing you,but I am aware that you haven’t been to the States before and it seemed rightto take you at the time.” Harry finishes explaining and immediately lowers his gaze.“I also missed us working together,” he adds quietly in the end.

“Oh…” Draco mutters and flushes. He hasn’t considered thesethings but he must admit that he understands where Harry is coming from. Dracoalso missed working with him and it is true that Draco hasn’t been to theStates before this week.

“Yeah…” Harry replies and focuses on the food in front ofhim once again. Minutes pass by as the silence settles between them. Both lostin thought, they don’t realise that the waiter appears at their table.

“May I take your plates, gentlemen?” The man asks andstartles them both. Draco nods wordlessly and the waiter leaves with theirempty plates, leaving the bill on the table.

“So…” Harry starts as they get up and put on their coats.Draco leaves the money on the table and looks up at the gorgeous green-eyedman.

“Yes?”

“Well, I was thinking… Since we are in New York on New Year’sEve and the Muggles have this tradition where they drop the ball at TimesSquare at midnight, I thought we could go there this evening.” Harry lookshopeful as he shares his idea with the blond man and Draco can’t help himself but to agree. He doesn’t like the crowdand there’s no doubt it will be a huge one in Times Square tonight, but Harry is definitelyworth it.

“Sure, why not.” Draco smiles as they head back to the hotelto rest a bit before the long night.

Excitement vibrates through Draco as hestands among the crowd in Times Square. Harry standsclosely next to him and a small fear of people pushing him away from Draco makes him grab Harry’s bicep.Harry casts a glance at him and gives him a gentle smile. His green eyes arebright despite the night and the artificial lighting around them. The music isloud and people are talking all around them, but Draco only has eyes for hisex-partner.

Suddenly, the ball starts to drop, and Harrynudges him and points to it. Draco focuses on the ball for few short secondsbut as the countdown begins, his eyes fall back to Harry.

“Seven… six… five…” the voices all around Draco chant. Anticipation builds up inside him,and as the ball drops, Draco spins Harry, who is still focused on the ball andis grinning stupidly, around, wishes him ‘Happy New Year’ and presseshis lips against Harry’s.

Thank you for being my beta @drarryismymuse!

This part is dedicated to a lovely @restlessandordinary, who wanted Harry’s POV. Happy New Year, dear!

Part One

Harry makes the right decision by picking Draco to come with him to New York. At first, he plans on going alone and partnering with one of the MACUSA Aurors, but when he gets a list of those who are willing to work on the last week of the year, Harry immediately changes his mind. None of the volunteers is bad at their job, but they're all too young and unqualified for the case Harry has to solve. That's why he considers his own. Just like with the MACUSA's, Harry dismisses the younger Aurors, as well as those with young children that need their parents to be home for the holidays. In the end, Harry has three candidates available. Harry's eyes skim through Draco's file, and a warm tingling settles in his stomach.

It's been three years since they had their last case together and Harry misses their dynamic. At the time of Harry's promotion, he was glad to stop working with Draco. They did indeed become friends, but Harry also developed some more profound feelings for his blond partner. That's why Harry was glad to put some distance between them, afraid of doing something he would regret if he spent just a little more time with Draco.

It worked for a while, Harry thinks. It was quite easy to ignore his feelings in the department's monthly meetings since he didn't have any other contact with Draco outside those. But then the feelings resurfaced when Hermione started inviting Draco to their Friday pub nights because she's been helping him some of the cases for a while and they became friends. Harry tried to avoid conversing with Draco but once both consumed enough liquor the boundaries that Harry tried to establish, completely dissolved. 

After thinking about their past cooperations and conversations, Harry decides that Draco is indeed the right partner to work with when it comes to a complicated international case. Of course, with Draco by his side, the whole thing is successfully solved so quickly that even Harry can hardly believe.

But Harry isn't quite ready to let Draco go back home. Selfishly, Harry wishes and asks Draco to stay with him in New York just a little while longer. To Harry's surprise, Draco agrees. Hope bubbles in Harry's heart, and he makes sure to show Draco the best of the city, just to impress him.

Draco surprises Harry when he takes him to a classy Italian restaurant, and Harry can't help himself but stare at the gorgeous man in front of him as they eat. An idea to watch the ball at Times Square drop arises during one of those moments when Harry catches himself staring at Draco.

That's how they both end up standing next to each other at Times Square just before midnight. Harry is bursting with anticipation as he waits for New Year to arrive. His eyes are on the ball that is supposed to drop at the last minute of this years. Every once in a while he glances the blond git next to him, noticing the anxiety in Draco's eyes. Harry isn't sure if the man is just anxious because New Year is mere minutes away or if he is feeling overwhelmed by the crowd of Muggles around them.

Just as Harry goes to entwine his fingers with Draco's, Draco grabs Harry by his bicep. Harry smiles at Draco, and together they focus on the ball that is starting to drop. The cheers become louder, and the anticipation intensifies in the atmosphere. Harry keeps glancing at Draco but apparently misses him staring back. The need to admit his feelings to Draco arises as midnight approaches, but Harry pushes it away. He is still afraid of the consequences that might emerge.

The ball reaches its end and all around them, people start screaming 'Happy New Year' and kissing each other. Harry is just about to turn his head when Draco spins him around and presses his lips against Harry's.

Harry's breath catches as he realises what is happening. Draco is kissing him! When he feels Draco pulling back, Harry quickly grabs Draco's arm and pulls him back. He returns the kiss, refusing to believe that Draco kissed him on the spur of the moment. Draco relaxes in Harry's arms as they deepen the kiss. Draco weaves his fingers into Harry's hair and nibbles Harry's bottom lip.

After a few seconds, they pull away and meet each other's eyes. Draco opens his mouth to say something and uncertainty settles over Harry. What if Draco didn't mean to do this? Harry gulps and blurts out: "I like you."

Draco's eyes widen, and a blush spreads across his cheeks. "I... You do?" "Yes! I've liked you for a while... but I was scared to tell you."

Suddenly Draco frowns and huffs. "Scared, Potter?” he asks, sounding surprised.

"Uhm... you wish, Malfoy?" Harry replies, but it sounds more like a question. Draco bursts out laughing at the response, and Harry follows immediately. After a full minute of loud laughter, they calm down both leaning on each other.

"Can I tell you a secret, Potter?" Draco starts, and Harry nods. "I like you too." Harry is overwhelmed with happiness as he hears that and instantly he reaches over and pulls Draco closer. They smile at each other as Harry leans closer and kisses him for the third time in the first ten minutes of the New Year.