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Truth or Dare (Part 2)

Harry couldn't sleep.

The kiss-Draco's kiss-played over and over in his mind, like a song he couldn't shake. It had been so brief, so fleeting, but it had left a mark on him that felt impossible to ignore. He had barely been able to focus on the rest of the game after it happened, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and excitement.

Draco hadn't said anything after the kiss, nor had he acted like it was anything more than a dare. But Harry knew better. He had seen something in Draco's eyes in that moment-something softer, more real than the smirk Draco always wore like armor.

Now, hours later, Harry lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the Gryffindor dormitory, his mind refusing to quiet down. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Draco's face, felt the warmth of his lips, and the way Draco's hand had barely brushed against his shoulder. It was maddening.

With a groan, Harry sat up, pushing the covers aside. He couldn't keep lying here, overthinking it. He needed answers. He needed to talk to Draco.

The castle was quiet as Harry made his way through the corridors, the dim glow of the torches casting long shadows on the stone walls. The air was cold, but Harry barely noticed. His mind was focused on one thing-finding Draco.

He wasn't sure where Draco would be at this hour, but he had a feeling. Over the past few months, Harry had learned that Draco liked to spend time in the Astronomy Tower late at night, especially when he wanted to be alone. It was where Harry had found him on more than one occasion, sitting quietly and staring out at the stars as though they held all the answers.

Harry's heart raced as he climbed the spiral staircase to the top of the tower. What would he even say to Draco? How was he supposed to explain the mess of feelings swirling around in his head? He didn't have a plan-just a desperate need to understand what had happened between them.

When Harry reached the top of the tower, he wasn't surprised to find Draco there. He was leaning against the stone railing, his back to Harry, gazing out at the dark sky. The stars twinkled above, casting a soft glow over the scene, but Draco's posture was tense, his shoulders rigid.

Harry swallowed, his nerves making his throat tight. He took a step forward, the sound of his footsteps echoing softly in the stillness.

"Couldn't sleep either, Potter?" Draco's voice broke the silence, but he didn't turn around.

Harry stopped in his tracks, caught off guard. "How did you know it was me?"

Draco huffed a soft laugh, finally glancing over his shoulder. "You have a distinctive way of sneaking around. Not very subtle."

Harry rolled his eyes, though his heart was still pounding. He took another step forward, moving to stand beside Draco at the railing. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the cool breeze from the night air brushing against their faces.

"So," Harry began, his voice low, "what was that earlier?"

Draco stiffened slightly, though his expression remained neutral. "What was what?"

Harry let out a frustrated sigh. "The kiss, Draco. You know what I'm talking about."

Draco finally turned to face him, his grey eyes locking onto Harry's. There was something guarded in his gaze, but Harry could see the faint flicker of vulnerability beneath the surface.

"It was a dare, Potter," Draco said, his voice clipped, though not unkind. "That's all."

But Harry didn't believe that. Not for a second.

"Was it really?" Harry asked, his eyes searching Draco's face. "Because it didn't feel like just a dare to me."

Draco's jaw tightened, and for a moment, Harry thought he wasn't going to respond. But then, with a sigh, Draco dropped his gaze, staring down at his hands as he spoke.

"It was supposed to be," Draco admitted, his voice softer now. "But..."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "But what?"

Draco hesitated, his fingers curling against the stone railing. "But it wasn't," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not for me."

Harry felt a surge of something he couldn't quite name-relief, excitement, maybe even hope. He hadn't been imagining it. Draco had felt it too.

"Draco..." Harry began, his throat tight with emotion. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Draco let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "What was I supposed to say, Potter? 'Oh, by the way, I kissed you on a dare, but it wasn't just a game for me'? I'm sure that would've gone over well."

Harry frowned, stepping closer to Draco. "You could've said something. I would've listened."

Draco finally looked up, his eyes flashing with frustration. "And what would you have done, Harry? What do you think this is? I'm not you. I don't-" He stopped himself, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I don't know how to do this."

Harry blinked, surprised by the raw honesty in Draco's voice. "Do what?"

Draco sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This. Whatever this is between us. I've spent so long pretending not to care, and now... I don't know how to stop."

Harry's heart ached at Draco's words. He hadn't realized just how much Draco had been holding back, how much he had been hiding. And now that it was all out in the open, Harry felt a strange sense of relief-like the air between them had cleared.

"You don't have to pretend anymore," Harry said softly, his voice full of sincerity.

Draco's gaze softened, his walls crumbling just slightly as he looked at Harry. "You make it sound so easy."

"It's not easy," Harry admitted, taking another step closer until they were standing just inches apart. "But we don't have to figure it out all at once. We can... take it slow."

Draco raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Slow, Potter? That's not your usual style."

Harry chuckled, feeling the tension between them ease just a little. "Maybe I'm trying something new."

For a moment, they stood there in the quiet of the tower, the night sky stretching out above them, the castle below them shrouded in shadow. Draco's expression had softened, his posture more relaxed, but Harry could still see the uncertainty lingering in his eyes.

"What if..." Draco began, his voice hesitant, "what if I don't know how to do this?"

Harry smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "Neither do I," he admitted. "But we'll figure it out. Together."

Draco stared at him for a long moment, as if weighing his options, before finally nodding. "Alright, Potter. Together."

The tension between them melted away, and for the first time since the kiss, Harry felt like everything was finally falling into place. This was real-whatever it was between them-and for once, he wasn't afraid of it.

Harry reached out, his fingers brushing against Draco's hand. "Is this okay?" he asked quietly, his heart pounding.

Draco looked down at their hands, then back up at Harry, his eyes soft. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's okay."

And as Harry laced his fingers with Draco's, standing together under the stars, he knew that this-whatever it was-was just the beginning.

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