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I Care

Draco Malfoy sat alone in the library, surrounded by books on advanced spellcasting. He had always prided himself on his knowledge and skill in magic, but lately, he felt like he was falling behind. Ever since the war, things had been different. The world was changing, and Draco was struggling to keep up.

Lost in his thoughts, Draco didn't notice Harry Potter approaching until he was standing right in front of him. Draco looked up, surprised to see the famous Gryffindor in the Slytherin's domain.

"Potter," Draco said, his voice colder than he intended.

"Malfoy," Harry replied, his tone cautious. "Mind if I sit?"

Draco shrugged, and Harry took a seat across from him. They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them palpable. Draco couldn't help but wonder why Harry was there.

"I heard you've been studying advanced spells," Harry finally said, breaking the silence.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "And what if I have?"

"I was wondering if you could help me," Harry admitted, looking slightly embarrassed. "I'm struggling with some of the more complex magic, and Hermione suggested I ask you."

Draco couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the idea of Harry Potter needing his help. "I suppose I could spare some time," Draco said, trying to sound indifferent.

"Great!" Harry said, a smile breaking out on his face. "How about tomorrow afternoon? We could meet in the Room of Requirement."

Draco agreed, and they made plans to meet the next day. As Harry walked away, Draco couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this encounter than just a study session.

The next afternoon, Draco arrived at the Room of Requirement to find Harry already there, surrounded by books. They spent hours practicing spells, with Draco offering tips and advice. As the sun began to set, they sat down to take a break.

"Thanks for all your help," Harry said, looking genuinely grateful. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Draco felt a warmth spread through him at Harry's words. "It's no problem," Draco replied, trying to play it cool.

They sat in silence for a moment, before Harry spoke again. "Can I ask you something, Malfoy?"

Draco nodded, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Why did you help me?" Harry asked, his green eyes searching Draco's.

Draco hesitated, unsure how to answer. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I...I care about you, Potter."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and Draco held his breath, waiting for Harry's response.

"I care about you too, Malfoy," Harry said, his voice soft. "More than you know."

With those words, Draco felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For years, he had hidden his true feelings, afraid of rejection. But now, as he looked into Harry's eyes, he knew that everything was going to be okay.

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. And in that moment, Draco knew that he had found something he had been searching for his whole life: love.

From that day on, Draco and Harry's relationship blossomed, hidden from the rest of the world. But as they grew closer, they both knew that their love was worth any sacrifice.

Together, they faced the challenges of a world still healing from war, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything.

And as they lay in each other's arms, Draco knew that he had finally found his home, in the arms of the man he loved more than anything in the world.