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Veritaserum Confessions (Part 2)

The dormitory felt strangely quiet after Draco's admission, and for a moment, Harry wasn't sure how to respond. He had been prepared for teasing, for sarcasm, maybe even for Draco to brush it all off as a joke, but there was something different in the way Draco had said it this time. Genuine, almost soft-certainly not the kind of tone Harry had ever expected from him.

Harry, still grinning like a fool, leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. "So... when exactly did this start?" he asked, his voice more curious than teasing now. "I mean, I thought you couldn't stand me for, well, forever."

Draco let out a long, frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I still can't stand you, Potter. You're insufferable, always have been." But there was no bite to his words, and Harry could tell Draco was avoiding eye contact. "But I don't know. It's not like I just woke up one day and-" He waved a hand vaguely, looking even more embarrassed than before. "You were just... always there."

Harry raised an eyebrow, waiting for Draco to continue.

Draco hesitated, glancing over at Harry, as if trying to gauge how much more he should say. "It started sometime during sixth year, I suppose," he muttered. "I was distracted, had other things to worry about, but every time I'd see you on a broom, or... well, in the middle of whatever reckless nonsense you were up to, I couldn't stop... noticing things."

Harry's curiosity piqued even more. "Noticing what?"

Draco shot him a glare, but it was half-hearted at best. "You know what I mean."

Harry leaned back on his bed, his grin softening into something more genuine. "Maybe. But I'd still like to hear you say it."

Draco groaned, clearly regretting ever opening his mouth, but Harry wasn't going to let it go. Not now, not after everything they'd been through. There was something exhilarating about this new dynamic between them-something neither of them had ever acknowledged until now.

Draco's shoulders slumped slightly as he gave in. "Fine. You looked... good, alright? Confident, strong. You have this ridiculous way of acting like you have everything under control when we both know that's not true."

Harry snorted. "That's not exactly a compliment."

Draco rolled his eyes, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It's not meant to be, but it's infuriatingly endearing. You always think you have to be the hero, and for some reason, that's-" He stopped himself abruptly, shaking his head. "This is ridiculous. Why am I even telling you this?"

Harry's heart was racing, though he was doing his best to keep his composure. He sat up a little straighter, eyes fixed on Draco. "Because of Veritaserum," he teased lightly, though there was something more behind the words. "But also, maybe because you want to."

Draco's gaze flicked to him, and for a moment, the tension between them felt palpable, like something was teetering on the edge of being said.

"Maybe," Draco admitted quietly, his voice softer now. He glanced away, his usual bravado slipping. "But it's not like it matters, does it?"

Harry frowned at that. "What do you mean?"

Draco exhaled, finally turning to look Harry in the eyes. "You're Harry Potter. You could have anyone, and here I am, confessing that I've spent years staring at you in Quidditch robes like some ridiculous schoolboy with a crush."

Harry blinked, the weight of Draco's words settling over him. He hadn't expected this-hadn't realized how long Draco had been holding onto these feelings. And it wasn't just about Quidditch robes anymore. It was about everything-about the years of rivalry, the tension, the unspoken connection that had somehow survived all the chaos.

Harry stood up from his bed and crossed the room, stopping just in front of Draco. He reached out, gently lifting Draco's chin so that their eyes met.

"I don't want anyone," Harry said quietly. "I want you."

Draco's breath hitched, his eyes widening in surprise. "You... what?"

Harry smiled softly, his heart pounding in his chest. "I've spent this whole year trying to figure out what's going on between us. And maybe I didn't see it at first, but... I've been thinking about you. A lot."

Draco stared at him, completely speechless for what felt like the first time in his life. His usual sharp tongue was nowhere to be found, and Harry found it oddly endearing.

"You could've said something," Draco muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harry's smile widened. "I could say the same to you."

Draco let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is... ridiculous."

"Yeah," Harry agreed, his thumb brushing lightly over Draco's jaw. "But it's the truth."

For a moment, they just stood there, the space between them charged with something that had been building for far too long. Harry's heart was hammering in his chest, and he could feel the warmth of Draco's skin beneath his fingertips.

And then, without really thinking about it, Harry leaned in.

It was a soft, tentative kiss at first-almost hesitant, as though both of them were still unsure if this was really happening. But then Draco's hands found their way to Harry's waist, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepened. Years of tension seemed to melt away in an instant, replaced by something warm and real.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, and Draco's eyes were searching Harry's face, as if still trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Harry grinned, his forehead resting against Draco's. "Still think this is ridiculous?"

Draco huffed, though there was no real irritation in it. "Yes. But I'm starting to think maybe that's just what we are. Ridiculous."

Harry chuckled softly, pressing another quick kiss to Draco's lips. "I can live with that."

Draco's smirk returned, more genuine this time. "Good. Because I'm not letting you back out of this now."

Harry laughed, feeling lighter than he had in weeks-months, even. "I wouldn't dream of it."

And as they stood there, tangled in each other's arms in the quiet of their dormitory, Harry realized that maybe this had been inevitable all along. Maybe they'd spent years dancing around each other, pretending they didn't care, only to end up right here.

It was ridiculous, sure. But it was also perfect.

And Harry couldn't wait to see what came next.