That one dream DRARRY

Chapter 31

The next morning he was awakened by loud bickering. He sat up quietly to see what happened.

"Just give it back Goyle! It's not yours!" Crabbe shouted.

"It's not yours either! And not Malfoy's either!" Goyle called back.

Only then did Draco see what Goyle was holding. Crap! Harry's sweater! He jumped out of bed. "Hey! Give it back!" He reached for the sweater.

"No!" Goyle replied, keeping the sweater out of Draco's reach. "It's not yours! I shouldn't give it back to you at all!"

"It's Harry's! And Harry is my friend! Not yours!"

"So what!? And what is Harry's sweater actually doing here!?"

"I found it in the changing rooms yesterday after we played Quidditch!" Draco lied without hesitation.

"And you couldn't give it back yesterday!?"

"No! He was already gone!" Draco reached for the sweater again but Goyle kept it far from him.

"I don't believe it! You're lying!"

"Just give it back bloody! Then I can give it back to Harry!"

"No, I'll keep it myself. Potter likes to come here, so he can come and get it himself!"

"Goyle, stop being a prat and just give it back to Malfoy!" Crabbe reached for the sweater.

"Shut up Crabbe! Mind your own business!" Goyle kept the sweater further away from them.

Just as Goyle took the sweater away from him, Blaise, who had sneaked behind him, pulled it from him.

Goyle turned furiously.

"Here." Blaise handed the sweater to Draco with a knowing look.

"Thanks." Draco nodded to him.

"You bastard, Zabini!" Goyle muttered, and frantically left the room.

Draco changed and went to the Great Hall with Crabbe and Pansy.

"You sit down, I still have to give this back." Draco said to them as he walked towards the Gryffindor table.

Harry sat with his back to him.

Ron and Hermione looked at Draco.

Draco held a finger to his lips.

They looked away again.

Draco put his hands on Harry's shoulders and said, "Good morning Harry."

Harry, who was still very tired from yesterday, was shocked and turned around. "Merlin Draco, you scared me!"

"That was the intention, love. I came to give you your sweater." Draco was startled by his own choice of words, he was not sure if Harry would approve of him calling him that in front of his friends. He wasn't even sure he wanted to come out for whatever was going on between him and Harry.

Harry was briefly confused by Draco's 'love', but soon recovered. "Thanks Draco, where did you find it?"

Luckily, Hermione and Ron weren't really paying attention and didn't hear Draco's slipping.

"It was in the Quidditch changing rooms."

"Really? I must have forgotten it after we played yesterday." Harry lied. "Thanks for bringing it back, Draco."

"No problem, see you in class.'

Two weeks passed this way.

Draco and Harry met every night in the astronomy tower and during the day they pretended nothing had happened. They had decided that what happened between the two of them was going to be a secret for now. They didn't know how to explain this to their friends, nor did they know how long, whatever this is, would last. For now, they just wanted to enjoy it.

A few more weeks later and things were still going well between them.

Draco had decided he wanted to take everything to the next level. He loves Harry, he is one of the best things that has happened to him in his life and he would like to make that clear to Harry. He wants to make it official.

He sneaked up the stairs to the astronomy tower. Immediately he was pinned against the wall by Harry, who kissed him lustfully and passionately.

"I missed you." Harry whispered through the kiss.

Draco kissed him back passionately. "I missed you too."

The kiss intensified.

Draco's melted in the kiss. Merlin... He loves Harry. "Harry..." He whispered, out of breath.

"Hmm?" Harry hummed, refusing to interrupt the kiss.

"Love... we need to talk..." Said Draco breathless.

Reluctantly, Harry let go of Draco.

They sat on the floor.

"What do you want to talk about?" Harry asked. He didn't quite trust it.

Draco didn't know how to get started on this. "... I don't know how to say this..." He said.

Harry sat up a little straighter, afraid of what was to come.

Draco noticed Harry's anxiety. "I really enjoyed these last few weeks with you Harry, they were some of the best weeks of my life... but I want to change something..."

Harry had a bad feeling about it. He didn't trust it at all.

Merlin Draco! Can it get any more negative?! "Merlin's beard I'm bad at this!"

"What are you trying to say to Draco?" Harry asked hoping it's not what he thinks it is.

"I..." Bloody hell Draco pull yourself together! "Would you like to be my boyfriend?" He asked nervously, not daring to look at Harry.

Harry sighed with relief. For a moment he thought Draco was going to say something completely different. "Of course I want to be your boyfriend! Blimey Draco, I thought you were gonna say you don't want this anymore." He hugged Draco tightly.

"What? No!" He hugged Harry back. "I'm just bloody bad at this."

Harry laughed. "I noticed."

"Oh as if you could've done it better! How would you have done it then?"

"Easy!" Harry sat down in front of Draco again. "Orchideous."

A beautiful white rose appeared.

"Would you like to be my boyfriend?" Harry gave Draco the rose.

"Okay, I have to admit, that's a lot better than I did, but why a white rose?"

"Because it reminds me of you. If you're treated badly you're vicious and mean like the thorns of the rose, but once you're treated right you are sweet, gentle, caring, charming and beautiful, like a rose."

Draco was touched by Harry's sweet words.

"And the white is for your hair." Harry added.

Draco chuckled and shook his head. "God, I love you." He leaned forward and kissed Harry's lips.

Harry was shocked by Draco's sudden love confession. He looked at Draco with twinkling eyes. Butterflies danced through his stomach.

"What?"

Harry chuckled. "I love you too." He kissed Draco softly, lovingly and passionately.

Draco hadn't even realized what he had said until Harry said it back. He kissed Harry back.