ter looked like he was about to tear up. He was obviously trying very hard to hold it back. His mouth curved into a grateful smile before he leaned forward and brushed their lips together.

“Thank you,” he whispered, squeezing Draco’s hand again.

“Yeah, sure, I, um—”

“Ahem.”

They both startled, hastily jumping apart and finally letting go of each other’s hand.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself, Malfoy,” McGonagall said as she handed him a large envelope.

Draco felt himself blush, mentally cursing his existence.

“We’ll be on our way, then,” Draco said, keeping his eyes on the envelope.

“Thank you, Headmistress,” he heard Potter murmur. “I really appreciate it. Everything.”

“Don’t mention it, Potter. But…will you promise me something in return?”

Draco peered at Potter from under his lashes. He looked a bit nervous.

“Stop being your own worst enemy.”

Potter opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Before he could say something stupid, Draco reached for his wrist.

“Thank you, Headmistress,” Draco said, tugging Potter towards the fireplace.

“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, and they both turned around. She gave them a look Draco couldn’t read. Her eyes were sparkling and there was something about the curve of her mouth that lookedpletely out of place. Was it…amusement? “If I may speak freely one more time,” she said, raising her chin. “It’s about damn time, you stubborn, oblivious boys.”

Thursday, 31 July 2003

“You brought croissants.”

“I did.”

“And raspberries.”

Potter grinned at him. That loveable prat.

“I’m only eating if you are,” Draco said, motioning for him to sit down on his lap.

“I’m too heavy,” Potter said, shaking his head.

“Oh Merlin, not that again,” Draco muttered. He grabbed Potter’s hand and yanked him down. “There, nothing’s broken,” he said, wrapping his arms around him.

“You’re impossible,” Potter laughed. He still looked a little ufortable. Clearly, he was afraid to move. Letting out a sigh, Draco smacked his thigh.

e on, let’s go upstairs,” he said.

“What? We’re not eating in the dining room?” Potter asked in a teasing tone. “But what about the crumbs?”

Draco rolled his eyes as Potter jumped up and waited for Draco to lead the way.

“Where are we going?”

“My bedroom.”

“Ooooh,” Potter said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hold your horses, Potter.”

“Now you’re really making me curious.”

Draco stayed silent as they climbed the stairs, his heart drumming wildly in his chest. This was so not like him. But Potter had turned his whole world upside down; nothing was as it was before.

He paused when he wrapped his hand around the door handle.

e on, don’t keep me in suspense,” Potter said, impatiently.

Draco snorted, shaking his head. Before he could change his mind, he opened the door and pulled Potter along with him. As soon as they stepped into the room, he let go of Potter’s hand and shot him a nervous glance. Potter was gazing at the ceiling with parted lips.

“This…” He took another step forward. “Did you charm the ceiling?”

“I did.”

“It’s like the ceiling in the Great Hall,” Potter said, his eyes fixed on the bright blue sky. “This is so cool.”

They stood there in silence for a while as Potter marveled at the sky and Draco practically burned a hole into the back of Potter’s head with his eyes.

“So, you felt like doing it outdoors but didn’t want to leave thefort of your bed, is that it?” Potter chuckled.

Draco took a deep breath. “Actually…” He debated walking up to Potter but decided to stay a few paces behind him. “Luna told me about…She told me about the cupboard.”

Potter’s head whipped around so fast, he almost lost his balance. Clearly, this had been the last thing he had expected. And honestly, Draco hadn’t even wanted to bring it up. But ever since Luna had told him, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, especially while he had been in his spacious and adorned bedroom; he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about little Potter, cramped into a fucking cupboard, probably without enough air to breathe.

Draco felt a flush creep up his face as Potter kept staring at him.

“I probably shouldn’t have said anything,” he murmured and swiftly walked up to him. “I don’t want you to think about what those sick bastards did to you. Ever.”

Potter blinked at him in astonishment. Wordlessly, Draco took his hand and squeezed it. He watched Potter as he thoughtfully turned his gaze to the sky again and understanding slowly dawned on his face. When his eyes found Draco’s once more, they were glistening.

“Draco,” he whispered.

Honestly, it was his own fault for doing something so soppy.

“Whatever,” Draco muttered, hoping Potter wouldn’te any closer and notice how fast his heart was beating. “Let’s go lie down.”

Silently, they watched the clouds roll by, side by side, until Draco felt warm fingers on his arm. He turned his head, only to find Potter smiling at him.

“Whatever, Potter,” he murmured with a stubborn crease on his forehead. Potter let out a breathy laugh before he leaned over and sent Draco’s pulse into overdrive with a maddening kiss. “Promise me you’ll tell me when something’s bothering you,” Draco said when Potter pulled back. “Don’t go and isolate yourself.” He brushed a few strands of hair out of Potter’s face. “I don’t care if we end up fighting. Just…talk to me, okay?”

“Okay,” Potter whispered.

“And please, for once, think about what you want, okay?”

Potter didn’t respond immediately. He bit his lip and put his hand over Draco’s on his face. “I—I know what I want. At least, um—”

“What?”

“I know at least one thing.”

“What? What is it?” Draco furrowed his brows at Potter’s jittery voice. His expression was weird, too.

“I—I want to be yours.”

Was it Draco’s imagination or was the sunlight suddenly scorching? He swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat, praying he wasn’t dreaming. But if he wasn’t…He had no idea what was the appropriate response to something like this. His body, however, thought it was appropriate to unleash a massive storm of giddiness inside him and send shockwaves down his spine. He only realised he was smiling like aplete idiot when Potter grinned, climbed on top of him and started snogging him senseless. He flinched when Draco put his hands on his sides, but slowly relaxed as Draco let out a contented sigh. Baby steps, he thought.

“I could get used to surprises like this,” Potter said in-between kisses. “You know you’vepletely ruined me, right?”

“For other men?”

“For everybody.” He pulled back a little and started drawing circles beneath Draco’s collarbone. “You know, we’re always talking about what I want, but…what do you want?”

Draco gave him a lopsided smile and let his hand travel up to his neck where he buried it in his untamable hair. He wasn’t sure if he should be worried about the fact that these kind of revelations didn’t seem as scary anymore and felt much morefortable on his lips.

“You know what I want,” he said softly. “It’s right here in front of me.”

Potter was perfectly still for a second before he made a gagging sound in mock disgust and they both burst out laughing. Draco poked his side playfully and pulled him back down again.

“Happy birthday, Potter,” he murmured against his lips. He felt Potter chuckle and couldn’t help doing so himself. This was it. He had never been happier in his life. It was such a strange feeling; so unfamiliar, so beautiful and so powerful, it actually hurt.

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