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The Quiet Confession

Draco had never considered himself a romantic. Growing up, romance had always seemed like something trivial-something for other people to worry about. But ever since that first quiet, stolen kiss on Harry Potter's head, Draco found himself waiting for moments that, in any other situation, would have made him scoff.

It started innocently enough. Harry had fallen asleep at the table during one of their late-night study sessions, and Draco-overcome with emotion he hadn't fully understood at the time-had kissed him. It had been soft, barely more than a brush of lips against hair, but it had sent Draco's heart into a tailspin.

He hadn't planned on doing it again. It had been a moment of weakness, after all, something that couldn't possibly be repeated. But the more they studied together, the more Draco found himself hoping for it. He started looking forward to those study sessions, waiting for Harry to inevitably grow tired and rest his head on his arms, falling into a peaceful sleep.

And then Draco would lean in, steal another kiss, and carry on with his studying, pretending like nothing had happened.

He wasn't proud of it. In fact, he knew he was playing a dangerous game. Harry trusted him, and Draco knew that if Harry ever found out, he'd probably hate him for it. But there was something about those quiet moments that Draco couldn't resist. It was the only time he could let his guard down, when he could show affection without fear of rejection.

It became a routine. They would study together, talk and laugh over notes, and then, when Harry grew too tired to continue, he would rest his head on the table. Draco would wait, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of Harry's breathing, and when he was sure Harry was asleep, he would kiss him. Just a quick, soft kiss on the head or the temple-nothing more. It was enough to keep his heart steady, enough to feed the part of him that had grown attached to Harry in ways he hadn't expected.

But it couldn't last forever.

It was a quiet Thursday evening, and Draco and Harry were once again settled into their usual spots in the library. They had been going over Defense Against the Dark Arts notes, and while Harry seemed focused at first, Draco noticed the way Harry's eyelids began to droop, his attention waning. Harry rubbed at his eyes and stretched, letting out a long yawn.

"I'm exhausted," Harry muttered, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know how you stay so focused, Malfoy."

Draco smirked, trying to keep his tone casual even as his heart raced. "It's a gift."

Harry chuckled, pushing his book aside and resting his head on his arms. "I'll just rest for a bit..."

Draco's pulse quickened. This was it-the moment he had come to anticipate during every study session. Harry would fall asleep, and Draco would steal another kiss. It was wrong, he knew that, but he couldn't help himself. It was the only time he could show how he really felt.

He waited patiently, watching as Harry's breathing slowed, the tension in his body easing as sleep began to take over. Draco glanced around the library, making sure they were alone. The dim light from the candles cast a soft glow over Harry's sleeping form, and Draco's chest tightened with affection.

Slowly, Draco leaned forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of Harry's head, letting the warmth of the moment wash over him.

But just as he began to pull away, he froze.

Harry stirred, his body shifting slightly under Draco's touch, and Draco's heart lurched in panic.

"You know," Harry said, his voice thick with sleep but undeniably awake, "I'm not asleep yet."

Draco's blood ran cold.