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Draco Malfoy paced nervously in the dimly lit Slytherin common room, the weight of a secret bearing down on him. His mind swirled with conflicted thoughts, and finally, unable to contain the truth any longer, he sought out his closest friends—Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson.

"Guys, I... I need to tell you something," Draco stammered, his usual air of confidence replaced by vulnerability.

Blaise and Pansy exchanged glances, sensing the gravity of Draco's words. "What's going on?" Pansy asked, her tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

Taking a deep breath, Draco confessed, "I... I think I have feelings for Harry."

Blaise and Pansy exchanged surprised glances before Pansy broke into a grin. "Finally!" she exclaimed. "We've been waiting for this moment for ages."

Draco scowled, his nerves still raw. "This is serious, Pansy!"

Blaise chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "Alright, alright. What are you going to do about it?"

Pansy leaned forward, her expression earnest. "Tell him, Draco. You can't keep this to yourself."

Before Draco could respond, the common room door burst open, revealing a frantic Severus Snape. "Potter's missing," Snape announced, his voice urgent.

Draco's heart skipped a beat. "What? How?" he demanded, a surge of anxiety coursing through him.

As they hurriedly joined the search for Harry, Draco's mind swirled with conflicting emotions. The revelation about his feelings for Harry lingered in the back of his mind, but the urgency of the situation took precedence.

In the Room of Requirement, Draco found Harry, asleep and lost in a nightmarish dream. Gently waking him, Draco wrapped Harry in a reassuring embrace. "It's alright, Harry. You're safe now," he whispered.

As they made their way back to Snape, Harry still groggy from sleep, Draco felt a newfound determination. They needed to have an honest conversation, no more secrets between them.

Once they reached Snape's quarters, Harry leaned against Draco, his exhaustion evident. Draco hesitated before finally admitting, "Harry, there's something I need to tell you."

Harry looked up, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Draco?"

With a deep breath, Draco confessed, "I... I love you, Harry. I've loved you for a long time."

Harry's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and warmth in them. "Draco..." he began, but Draco pressed on.

"I needed you to know, no matter what happens. I can't keep it a secret any longer," Draco admitted, baring his soul.

Harry's expression softened, and he replied quietly, "Draco, I love you too."

In that vulnerable moment, the weight of their confessions lifted, replaced by a shared understanding and a newfound connection. As they settled into Snape's quarters, a sense of hope filled the room, and the trio—Harry, Draco, and Snape—knew that they were on the brink of something extraordinary.