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Unspoken Affection

It had started off innocently enough. After returning for their eighth year at Hogwarts, Harry and Draco had found themselves in the same study group for several classes, particularly Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. It had been a gradual, almost imperceptible shift from reluctant allies to tentative friends, but now, months into the year, they had fallen into a routine-meeting in the library after dinner, sharing notes, and quizzing each other on various subjects.

Of course, the atmosphere between them was never purely academic. There had been moments-small, fleeting moments-where something deeper seemed to flicker between them. A glance held just a little too long, a teasing comment that carried a hint of something more, the way Draco's hand would brush against Harry's as he passed him a textbook.

Neither of them had made a move, though. They danced around the tension, almost afraid to acknowledge it.

Tonight was no different. They had spent the last hour going over complicated Potions ingredients, with Draco patiently explaining the subtleties that Harry had missed in class. Harry was trying his best to focus, but he was exhausted. The weight of his late-night study sessions, combined with everything else he was dealing with, was starting to catch up to him.

Draco, sitting across the table from Harry, looked his usual composed self-his quill scratching neatly across parchment as he made notes. But Harry wasn't fooled. He had come to know Draco well enough by now to recognize the small signs of fatigue: the slight droop of his shoulders, the way his fingers occasionally fidgeted with the corner of the page, and the subtle dark circles beneath his eyes.

But unlike Harry, Draco wasn't showing any signs of slowing down.

Harry let out a long sigh, pushing his textbook away and resting his head on his folded arms on the table. "I'm done," he mumbled, his voice muffled by his sleeve. "I can't study anymore tonight."

Draco glanced up from his notes, his expression softening slightly. "We've still got a bit more to cover," he said, though there wasn't much conviction in his voice.

Harry groaned dramatically. "You go ahead. I'll just... rest my eyes."

Draco rolled his eyes but didn't argue. He knew how stubborn Harry could be when he was tired, and pushing him to study more at this point would be futile. "Fine," Draco said, turning his attention back to his parchment. "But don't fall asleep on me, Potter."

"Mhm," Harry mumbled, already half-asleep.

Draco glanced over at Harry, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Harry had rested his head on his arms, his eyes closed, his breathing slowing as he began to relax. He looked completely at peace, a stark contrast to the usual whirlwind of energy and determination that Harry carried with him.

For a moment, Draco just watched him, his heart doing that stupid, fluttering thing it had been doing for weeks now whenever Harry was around. He had tried to suppress it, tried to pretend that his growing affection for Harry was nothing more than a passing fancy, but the truth was undeniable. He liked Harry. Really liked him.

And it was driving him mad.

Harry shifted slightly in his sleep, and Draco's gaze softened even more. He looked so vulnerable, so unguarded. Draco's heart ached with the weight of everything he hadn't said-everything he had been too afraid to admit, even to himself.

Before Draco could stop himself, he reached out, his hand hovering over Harry's head for a moment, hesitating. This was dangerous territory. If Harry woke up, if Harry knew...

But Harry was asleep-completely oblivious to the world. And Draco was tired of holding back.

Gently, Draco leaned down and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to the top of Harry's head. It was brief, almost imperceptible, but it sent a warmth flooding through Draco's chest that he hadn't expected. He lingered for a moment, his lips brushing against Harry's messy black hair, before pulling back.

Draco let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He stared down at Harry, who hadn't stirred, still lost in the peaceful rhythm of sleep. Draco's mind raced, filled with the rush of emotions he had been keeping at bay for so long.

Get a grip, Malfoy, he scolded himself, shaking his head. But even as he turned his attention back to his notes, his mind was still on Harry-on how soft his hair had felt, how natural it had felt to kiss him, even though it had been such a small, tender gesture.

Draco tried to focus on his work, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the boy sleeping across from him. He could still feel the ghost of that kiss on his lips, and for the first time, he allowed himself to imagine-just for a moment-what it would be like to have more. To have all of Harry's attention, all of his affection, to be the one Harry turned to at the end of a long day.

It was a dangerous thought. Draco knew that. But sitting here, in the quiet of the library, with Harry so close and yet so far, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe-just maybe-there was a chance for more.

Draco resumed his note-taking, his quill moving automatically across the parchment, though his thoughts were miles away. Every so often, he would glance at Harry, who remained blissfully unaware, his breathing steady and soft.

But then, after what felt like an eternity, Harry stirred.

Draco's heart leapt into his throat as Harry blinked groggily, lifting his head from the table and rubbing his eyes.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "Didn't mean to fall asleep."

Draco's heart raced, but he forced himself to keep his voice steady. "It's fine," he said casually, though his pulse was still pounding from the stolen kiss. "I was just finishing up."

Harry stretched, yawning as he glanced over at Draco. "You're always so focused," he said, his voice warm with admiration.

Draco smirked, masking his nerves. "One of us has to be."

Harry laughed softly, the sound sending a thrill through Draco's chest. For a brief moment, Draco wondered if Harry had felt anything in his sleep-if, by some strange chance, he had known about the kiss. But Harry's smile was easy and untroubled, and Draco pushed the thought away.

"Alright," Harry said, gathering his things. "We'll pick this up tomorrow, yeah?"

Draco nodded, his heart still racing. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

As they packed up their books and made their way out of the library, Draco couldn't help but glance at Harry out of the corner of his eye. He wondered if Harry had any idea-any clue at all-about the feelings Draco had been holding back.

And as they parted ways for the night, Draco felt the weight of the secret kiss linger in the air between them, a quiet, unspoken promise of something more.

It wasn't much. But for now, it was enough.