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The Best Friend Confession

Harry Potter had faced a lot of challenges in his life, but none were as terrifying as the one sitting in front of him right now: Draco Malfoy, his eighth-year roommate, casually flipping through a Quidditch magazine while lounging on his bed in their shared dorm room.

Harry stared at Draco from across the room, his palms sweaty and his heart pounding in his chest. He had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in his head. He was going to finally tell Draco how he felt. This was the day. He had been putting it off for weeks now, stammering and fumbling every time he even thought about saying something. But this time, he was going to do it. He had to do it.

"Draco," Harry began, his voice cracking slightly as he stood awkwardly by his bed.

Draco looked up from his magazine, one eyebrow raised in mild curiosity. "Yes, Potter? What is it?"

Harry swallowed hard, his heart racing. He could do this. He could do this. He just needed to be calm and direct. Just say the words.

"I-I've been wanting to tell you something," Harry stammered, already feeling the nervousness creep into his voice.

Draco sat up a little straighter, his brow furrowing. "Go on, then."

Harry's mind raced. This is it. Just say it. Tell him you like him.

"I... I want to be more than friends," Harry blurted out, his voice shaky but determined.

Draco's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, Harry could have sworn there was a flicker of something-surprise, maybe even hope-in his expression. But before Draco could say anything, Harry's nerves got the better of him, and panic set in.

"Best friends!" Harry added quickly, his voice high-pitched and awkward. "I want us to be best friends!"

Draco blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Best friends?"

"Yeah!" Harry said, forcing a grin even though he felt like an idiot. "You know, just... really close friends. Like... the best of friends."

Draco stared at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before letting out a soft chuckle. "Potter, you're already one of my only friends. I assumed we were close enough as it is."

Harry's heart sank. Great. You've really done it now.

"Right. Of course," Harry muttered, running a hand through his already-messy hair. "That's what I meant."

Draco gave him a curious look but shrugged, going back to his magazine. "Alright, well, if you ever decide you want to upgrade to 'best friends,' I'll let you know."

Harry let out a nervous laugh, sinking down onto his bed and burying his face in his hands. That was a disaster.

The next day, Harry resolved to try again. He wasn't going to let his nerves ruin it this time. He had to tell Draco the truth, or else he'd drive himself mad with all the what-ifs.

It was after dinner, and the castle was quiet. Draco was sitting at his desk, working on an essay for Charms, while Harry paced the room, trying to build up the courage to speak.

"You're wearing a hole in the floor, Potter," Draco said without looking up from his parchment. "If you've got something on your mind, spit it out."

Harry stopped pacing and took a deep breath. Okay, this is it. Just tell him. No more backing out.

"Draco, I need to tell you something important," Harry said, his voice more confident this time.

Draco turned in his chair, crossing his arms as he leaned back slightly, his eyes fixed on Harry. "Alright, I'm listening."