Do I know you? || Harco story

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Harry soon found Draco huddled between the large uproots of a tree, burying his cherry red face into the gap between his knees and his chest.

The jetblack male sat next to the blonde and began to flick random sticks and stones that laid about.

"So, was she really your sister?" Harry said, obviously asking about Delia.

Draco groaned, "Unfortunately, yes..."

"She seemed nice." Harry noted.

"She's annoying..." Draco cut in.

Harry smirked, "That's rude to talk about your sister like that."

"Oh shut it, you bastard-!" Draco lifted up his head and was about to angrily snap at Harry before he was shutted up with a kiss on the lips.

Draco froze as Harry disconnected his lips from Draco's and tilted his head, smirking at the other's reaction. Slowly, red began to rise up to his cheeks and with an inhuman screech, Draco began to attack Harry.

"Moron!! Idiot! Baka! Bastard!!" Draco screeched, smacking Harry up and down as he kept calling him names.

Harry just merely laughed as he raised his arms defensively and began to chuckle at Draco's cute reaction.

Finally, Harry took grip of Draco's flailing arms and pecked the tip of his nose. Draco froze once again and felt his cheeks go red. Then he became limp and just buried his embarrassed face into the taller male's chest.

"I hate you..." Draco mumbled.

"Sure you do. Love you too." Harry smiled and ruffled Draco's hair.

The height difference didn't exactly sit with Harry. During his years with the other Draco, he was taller than him, probably by a few inches. During those years, Harry always had to look up to confront the blonde. But now seeing him, Draco was shorter. It completely baffled Harry.

Had he gotten taller over the years? Had Harry gotten a growth spurt? Perhaps Draco stopped getting taller?

Whatever the case was, Harry just seemed happier that Draco was about 5 or 6 inches shorter than him, which meant Harry could finally have the fun of being taller than the blonde Malfoy he oh-so loved and despised at the same time.

It seemed fun to look down at Draco and see the other pout at him. It was obviously clear that Draco wanted to be the taller one in this case.

"Hey, Harry?" The blonde spoke up.

"Yeah?" Harry hummed in reply.

"I know this may seem sudden, but..." Draco grew quiet.

Then he said something below a whisper.

"I think I love you..."

Harry sat there, frozen by the words that just rolled off the blonde's tongue. Draco was growing restless of the unsettling silence. He was scared that what he said had gotten the wrong reaction out of Harry and he didn't want to face rejection.

"Oi, say something, you're making me nervous..." Draco angrily mumbled and looked up.

Suddenly, Harry's lips came crashing down onto his. Draco was jerked back as Harry's hands began to push the blonde's smaller body against him, practically suffocating him in the kiss.

When they broke for air, Draco inhaled a huge amount before Harry forcibly started kissing him again.

"Harry, what-!" Draco abruptly stopped when he felt Harry's hands suddenly travelling underneath Draco's shirt and up his spine.