Y/N breathed in deeply, allowing a small smile to appear on her lips. “It was a little colder than I’d like in the astronomy tower, and it was cold, so I thought maybe if the candles were still lit, the Great Hall would be a good substitute for the stars.”

“I should have guessed.” Draco grunted slightly as he lowered himself to the floor, laying directly beside Y/N. The only part of them touching was their elbows as they laid with their hands folded on their stomachs. Draco had mimicked Y/N’s position when he got down next to her. “I’ve been dating you for 8 months, that should have been something I knew.”

“No need to beat yourself up there, love, but yes, yes you should have known,” Y/N smiled softly.

The silence hung between them peacefully before Y/N broke it once more. “Have you told your parents that we’re together yet?” Y/N asked, keeping her voice low. Even if she called Draco her boyfriend, she never said it too loudly. No one actually knew that the two of them were dating and had been happy. He was in Slytherin. She was in Gryffindor. Having the Slytherin prince with a member of his house’s rival was not good. At least, that’s what he always said about not telling anyone else. But Y/N was also muggle born. She hadn’t grown up in the wizard world, but she’d gathered what the Malfoys and many other pureblood Slytherin families thought about people like Y/N learning at Hogwarts. Did it eat her up inside? Yes, but Draco made up for it every time that they found time to be together.

“I haven’t figured out how to tell them yet.” Y/N didn’t respond, and Draco turned his head to look at her face, despite her avoiding his eyes. “I’m sorry. I really am. I will do it and I won’t care what they say.”

Y/N sighed before she finally turned to meet his gray eyes that she loved so much. “You’ve been saying that for 4 months now. I was okay with it for a while because I understood, but I want to be able to hold your hand in the corridor and not pretend I’m disgusted when we pass each other in the halls.”

“You’re not very good at acting disgusted, trust me,” Draco chuckled. Y/N rolled her eyes before nudging him in the side with her elbow.

“I try my best, but it’s hard when I’m not actually disgusted.”

Draco kissed her cheek swiftly. “Well, that’s certainly a relief,” he beamed, gulping deeply before looking back up at the candles, at the ceiling. “Did you know that you probably know me the best?”

“I get to see you in situations like this, when you’re relaxed and not worrying about what everyone else is thinking, so I would say that I know,” Y/N responded.

Her eyes followed one candle as it floated up and down. She could feel Draco’s eyes on her again before he started talking. “You know the worst things that I’ve done, seen me hurt, but you don’t judge me.”

“You said so yourself that I know you best. You’ve had a tough life, so how could I judge you? Do I wish you would be like this in front of everyone else? Yes, but you will on your own time.” Y/N thought for just a second before continuing, “Are you embarrassed by me because of my parents?” She had always thought that he might have been but pushed it to the back of her mind.

She could tell that Draco was thinking. “It’s honestly the scariest feeling that you know me so well. Opening and closing up again is what I’ve been used to. I’ve been hurt so I don’t trust. I trust you, but I don’t trust how my parents would react, well, my dad. The last thing I would ever want to do is subject you to his horrible words and thoughts and opinions. I can’t even imagine how mad I would get if he said something about you. I want to protect you.”

“Draco, love, I can handle biases. I’ve seen it all before. As long as it doesn’t matter to you, I don’t care.” Y/N took her eyes away from the ceiling long enough to look at Draco and stroke his cheek. His small smile didn’t hide the worry in his eyes.

“I will tell them soon. I promise.”

Y/N sat up and smiled at the boy. “I know you will because I just have a feeling. It’s almost curfew, so we should probably go.”

Y/N tried to stand up, but Draco grabbed her hand before she could get far. She looked down at him and couldn’t stop the broad smile from forming. “Come here really quick,” Draco grinned as her face got close enough for him to cradle her neck. He held her neck as their lips connected. He didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want to send her to her bed in the Gryffindor Tower while he went down to the dungeons. He was in love with her. She was all he ever thought about. Hell, it was even starting to affect his marks in classes that they had together. He was surprised no one knew he was in love with her because he would stare at her far too often in their courses.

Y/N pulled away from the kiss, but as her lips hovered right over his, Draco thought he had the courage to tell her. “Y/N/N?”

“Yes, Draco?”

“I –“ Draco cut himself off, “I hope that I get to see you again tomorrow like this.” He blew it or just lost it.

“Astronomy Tower, same time. There aren’t any evening classes up there tomorrow, I already checked,” Y/N grinned before pecking Draco’s lips one more time and standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she winked before walking out of the Great Hall, softly closing the door behind her. Draco, however, continued to watch the door that Y/N just walked through. He’d told a girl he loved her before, but it was a lie. He knew that now because of how he felt being with her. She deserved to hear those three words a thousand times.

Draco rubbed his eyes while he breathed deeply. All it is is 8 letters, why was it so hard to say? Why would he get in his own way? Draco groaned again before getting to his feet. He followed the same path that Y/N took only moments earlier, but when he got into the corridor, it was already empty.

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“Draco?” Y/N whispered, tiptoeing up the stairs of the astronomy tower. She peaked around the corner to see him leaning on the balcony railing. It had been almost a week since their night in the Great Hall, but they had still managed to see each other a few times, though not as much as either one of them would have liked. Y/N walked quietly up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Guess who?”

“Bloody hell, Y/N. Don’t do that!” Draco breathed heavily before laughing. “It was far too quiet up here for you to do that.” Draco turned around in Y/N’s arms, so he was facing her, back against the balcony railing.

Y/N bit her lip, drawing her eyes up to Draco’s own. “I’ll make it up to you eventually. I promise,” she giggled before placing a quick kiss on his lips. “Care to help me with divination class?”

“You have homework to do?” Draco wide eyed her.

“I saved the most fun assignment for you,” she winked before placing her bag on the floor and pulling out a textbook. “We’re learning about palm reading this week and I am not good at it at all, so give me your hands.”

“No, no, no, no. I do not need you to tell me what my future has in store,” Draco shook his head.

Y/N pulled him towards her, sitting on the ground, hoping that he would follow. Of course, he did. “I’m not any good. You can read mine too. There are directions and everything in here. Even if Professor Trelawney seems a little crazy, this stuff can be fun.”

Draco rolled his eyes, but really didn’t mind if it meant spending time with her. After some time and a few failed attempts at seeing the lines on Draco’s hands, both their palms were facing up, illuminated by the moon and stars. “Isn’t it amazing how almost every line on our hands align?” Draco noted, pulling both palms a little closer to his face to examine.

Y/N jerked her palm up, gently booping his nose with the center of her hand. “I suppose it could be, but there’s no way that they are actually the same.”

“I think they are. Seriously, take a look.” Draco took Y/N’s right hand into his own, palm facing up, while holding out his own left hand. Y/N studied both of the hands closely and quietly noticed the things that Draco saw. They were incredibly similar. “I think it’s a sign of some sort,” Draco offered.

“Speak your mind, Draco. You now believe in fate,” Y/N giggled. Draco studied her face, noting each of the cute features. He may be more in love with her today than he was yesterday and the day before that.

He wanted to tell her, but when he opened his mouth to speak, something else entirely came out. “I wrote to my parents,” he blurted with no lead up or anything.

“What? When? What did you say? What did they say? Have they responded yet?” The string of questions fell from Y/N’s lips as she stared at him wide-eyed.

Draco kissed her before her breathing could get away from her. “I told them that I had been seeing someone and told them your name. I sent it off this afternoon, so I don’t expect to hear anything until my father can do some research into who you are.”

Y/N’s eyes fell to the floor. “So, you didn’t tell them that I’m muggle born,” she trailed off.

“I- I- I figured that if it matters that much to my father, he can find that out for himself,” Draco tried to explain.

“I see,” Y/N responded softly before gathering her things and putting them back in her bag.

Draco watched her confused, feeling even more so when she stood up. “Where are you going? We still have at least 20 minutes before we have to be back in our dormitories.”

Y/N sighed. “I want you to be okay with everything I am. Not fearful and trying to keep hiding me from the world.”

“I am okay with everything you are!” Draco tried to call after her even though she wasn’t listening. “It doesn’t bother me in the least!”

“It would look different if that were true, Draco.” Y/N looked at him sadly as she reached the stairs. After one more second, she descended the stairs and Draco just watched her. He just watched her. It was stupid of him to do, but this was his nature. He’d pull people close and then push them away. He was pushing her away. And it felt wrong, but still, he sat there as she got further away from the astronomy tower. She deserved to hear those three words and eight letters from him a thousand times, but he didn’t stop her from leaving.

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Draco didn’t sleep for more than an hour the night before. After Y/N had left him in the astronomy tower, Draco went straight to the Owlery. He scrawled a short message on a piece of parchment –

Mother, Father,

Y/N is muggle born, but the greatest person I’ve ever met. I am in love with her. Please accept this because she’s my world

Draco

Draco had folded the letter and attached it to his owl who had probably just returned, sending the confession directly to his parents.

That was the reason for his lack of sleep. He tossed and turned all night, anticipating what his father would respond. If his father would just show up at the castle and scold him in front of everyone. He couldn’t eat breakfast for fear that it would come right back up, so Draco just pushed the food around his place. He picked Y/N out the moment she walked into the Great Hall with her friends, smiling, but he could tell it was forced. He also knew that she knew where he was, but she avoided looking and meeting his eyes.

Draco was too used to the little looks that they’d steal between one another and not catching her Y/E/C eyes first thing in the morning was like a stab in the gut. He couldn’t take the way he left things the night before. Draco should have run after Y/N and blurted out how he felt then and there. Why was he so reluctant to tell her? All it is is eight letters. Eight tiny little letters and she would know exactly how he felt.

Owls swooped in with the morning mail and a thick letter dropped onto Draco’s plate, Lucius’ handwriting scrawled on the envelope. Draco’s heart started beating, a little too quickly as he picked the letter up, fingers rubbing the envelope. He didn’t want to open it. He didn’t want to read the disappointment and anger that Lucius inevitably expressed. What Draco wanted to do was kiss Y/N one more time before he read what his father had to say.

Without thinking, Draco stood up suddenly, letter clutched in his hand. He strutted towards Y/N at her table, standing right behind her and completely ignoring one of her friends as she sneered, “What do you want, Draco?”

Y/N turned to look up at the blond, a questioning look in her eyes, her beautiful eyes. It was the first time that day that he was able to really look at them. “Are you okay?” Y/N asked softly. Draco didn’t miss the care and hint of concern in her voice.

“All it is is eight letters,” Draco thought to himself before he spoke to her. “I wrote to my parents last night. I told them exactly who you are.” Draco lifted the envelope towards Y/N. “This is my father’s response, but I don’t want to read it because I don’t want to care what he has to say. I only care about what I have to say.”

At this point, the entire Great Hall was watching the Slytherin prince speak to a muggle born Gryffindor without insulting her. But that didn’t matter to Draco. All he cared about was the face looking up at him and the girl it was attached to. “Y/N, I love you,” Draco spit out. His hands suddenly became sweaty, realizing what he’d just done. It took everything in him not to run away back to his table or even the dungeons. He stood immobilized, staring at her, waiting for her response.

“Are- are you sure that you don’t want to read the letter first?” Draco shook his head, letting Y/N process and not reaching for her like he wanted to. “Won’t it change your mind about this if you do?” Without thinking, Draco tore the letter in half.

“You’re all I think about Y/N, and I want to tell you a thousand times how much I love you. You, for everything you are and the person you’re going to be. I love you. Can I kiss you now?”

Y/N’s nod started slowly but increased in speed as she rose to be standing in front of him. Draco didn’t wait another second before holding her face in his hands and bringing her lips to his own, kissing her deeply. The entire Great Hall was focused and watching, but Draco didn’t care. Y/N pulled away a few mere centimeters before whispering, “I love you too, Draco.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him one more time.

Draco didn’t want this moment to end. He didn’t want to face the professors and peers that watched their entire interaction. He didn’t want to return to the words that would no doubt fall from his father’s lips the second he heard about what happened. He didn’t want to think about the danger that Y/N might be in now. All he wanted  was to live in this moment with her forever, never letting go. “I love you,” he breathed out once again, not daring to look away from her face. “Don’t ever forget it.”

“I could never,” Y/N leaned into his touch before pulling away. She was facing the rest of the Great Hall, a large smile on her face. Her friends looked at her with utter confusion, shock, and surprise. Y/N pulled Draco to sit down on the bench beside her, continuing to eat her breakfast, but she never took her hand off his thigh. Draco let her encouragement and warmth flow into him as he took a piece of toast from her plate, only allowing himself to imagine the life that he would one day have with the girl beside him.

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Facing in the direction he retreated in, you scurried down the hall. At that moment, you were thankful for insomnia you suffered from, along with the quietness of your slippers. You weren’t wearing pajamas, but you weren’t wearing normal clothes either. Before you left your room, you had decided on a pair of sweat pants and a plain tee, with one of your favorite dusters swinging behind you with every step you took. As you approached the corner Draco had disappeared around, your stomach began fluttering while your heart was beating out of your chest. Swallowing a lump forming in your throat, you leaned back against the wall hoping to prepare yourself for any type of revelation you would be stumbling upon.

Taking a deep breath, it was now or never. Kicking off the wall, you cautiously made your way around it. Floating down the hall, your heard voices. Jolting behind one of the pillars, you leaned against it while you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“….Draco.”

While you hadn’t been able to hear the entirety of the conversation, you did get confirmation of seeing Draco. Contemplating staying hidden and risk being found and rushing to safety, popped into your mind. Lifting your thumb to your mouth, you began nibbling along the nail bed skin.

Making up your mind, you were just about to leave when the blonde in question was standing before you.

His frosty eyes flashed with panic before returning to normal. Gazing at him with widened eyes, you opened and closed your mouth several times before deciding against it.

“Draco?” A husky voice questioned, his voice becoming closer and closer with each passing second.

Gasping, your heart began beating rapidly, as your palms became covered in a thin layer of sweat. Draco was quick on his feet, pressing his chest against yours, causing your back to come in contact with the cool marble of the pillar. Clasping his hand over your lips, he muffled another gasp.

Turning his head toward the hallway, his cheek brushed against yours. “Yeah?” He questioned the unknown stranger.

While standing there, you were enveloped with the aroma of him. It gave you a comforting feeling, a type of feeling that one would associate with home, or safety. The light brush of facial skin contact, was enough to send a different type of fluttering in your stomach. Something, you would get when you had dated your ex, a feeling that had grown foreign to you.

Before you could stop yourself, you turned your head to face Draco. You gently moved your head up and down, allowing your nose to gently brush against the skin of his cheek that was closest to you. Draco’s eyes fluttered close as you heard his breath catch in his throat.

Turning to face you, Draco’s nose bumped yours. His hand remained gently clasped over your lips. Gazing at his ocean eyes, they became clouded with something you couldn’t identify. Gently, Draco moved his face allowing his nose to move side to side along yours. Quietly, you began panting against the palm of his hand while you lifted your hands to his waist, taking him by surprise.

“Status report, Draco!”

A harsh voice yelled closing in on the pillar you and Draco were behind.

“Y-Yeah, it was nothing.”

“You sure are taking a long time for nothing.”

Placing his lips to your forehead, he unwrapped himself from you before lifting his pointer finger to his lips in a ‘Shh,’ movement. Nodding your head, you gave him a silent confirmation.

“Coming!” Draco spat replacing the soft expression he was previously wearing with a hardened irritated one.

The sound of Draco and the man leaving down the hall, caused you to breathe out a sigh of relief. Rushing out of the area, you made your way back to your bedroom.

Giddiness enveloped you as you thought of what had happened between you and Draco. Through the years, Draco had become more and more flirtatious with you, however, you paid no mind to it chalking it up to his personality.

Weeks passed since that night which also happened to be the last time you had seen Draco. Walking through the hall crowded with your classmates, you frowned as you didn’t see the platnium blonde.

Letting out a sigh, you shook your head.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ron questioned as he joined your side, giving you a teasing bump in process.

“N-Nothing.” You spoke quicker than you would’ve liked.

“Uh huh.” He responded giving you glance filled with sketpisim.

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. “You’re one to talk.” You grinned. “How’s operation Hermoine?”

“Shh!” Ron whispered shouted, as he glanced around fearfully. “Don’t say her name outloud.”

“Why?” You giggled, allowing Ron to pull you to a halt on the side of the hallway, away from the sea of students. “She’s not He Who-“

Clasping a hand upon your lips, he didn’t give you chance to finish your sentence. More giggles erupted from you in process.

“Bloody Hell, Y/N.” Ron groaned rolling his eyes.

Opening your mouth slightly, you snaked your tongue out licking Ron’s palm. Snatching the appendage from you, Ron shrieked. “Oui!”

Bellowing laughter you supplied, bounced off the nearing empty halls. Turning away from Ron, you caught the sight of an infamous platinum blonde. Gazing at him like a deer in headlights, your jaw fell slightly.

“Draco…”

Shaking his head, he turned on the heel of his foot before rushing down the hallway.

“What was that about?” Ron questioned furrowing his eyebrows together as he stood beside you perplexed.

“It…It was nothing.” You shrugged, dropping your gaze to your shoes.

“ ‘Sure didn’t seem like nothin.” Ron thought aloud.

Turning to face him, you tilted your head slightly. “Ronald! Y/N!” Hermione yelled from across the hall. “We have to get to class! Or we’ll get in trouble!”

Both you and Ron let out arguements as she placed her hand between both of your shoulder blades pushing you ahead of her towards class.

Frowning, you attempted to wrack your brain as to why Draco suddenly showed up after all time. Why had he looked hurt? Was your mind playing tricks on you?

Just before Hermoine finished pushing you and Ron into the classroom, you saw Draco sitting in Ron’s usual seat beside you.

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