Save The Date (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Fifty Seven

   "About what?" Draco asked uncomfortably.

Harry's heart was slamming into his ribcage, but after having his mind played with, it suddenly seemed incredibly important to be honest. "About how we feel about each other."

Malfoy audibly gulped and stepped away, his jaw set. "We haven't got time for this Potter," he rasped, jutting his chin at the grandfather clock stood in the corner that read twenty past eleven. "Let's just-"

"Harry," he whispered.

Malfoy heard him though. "What?"

He swallowed. "I like...it's nice to hear you call me Harry."

Malfoy looked stunned. "Really?" Harry nodded. "Does that mean I'm..." His cheeks flushed, but he coughed, frowned and ploughed ahead. "Am I Draco in that case?"

Harry looked at him. He was so different to the child he had fought with, and now he had his memories back he knew he'd been feeling that way for quite some time. He wasn't perfect, he had a lot of issues that was sure, and even in their fledgling friendship Harry knew they had a great deal to work through. But there was no denying how he felt.

"Yeah," he said weakly, risking inching another step closer. "You're Draco."

The silence built between them, and Harry struggled of how to move forward. But eventually Malfoy – Draco – shoved his hands into his pockets and seemed to rally himself. "You had a lot to say about me when you were an elf, or, so I heard."

He was adorably pink again, and Harry's heart swelled. "You did, huh?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "It's fine, I know Christmas Land makes everyone cuckoo. Let's just forget about it, alright?"

Harry licked his lips, catching his eye and not letting it drop. "I can't say now what it really means," Harry said, searching for the best words, which wasn't easy. "But...I guess that was something, I don't know, pure? That my new personality tapped into?"

Draco rubbed his arm. "Pure?"

Harry sighed. "We have a lot of history, Draco," he said, getting used to saying the name. "But, it seems like, sifting through all the conflicting memories, all those things I said were perhaps something I...wanted?"

Draco's face lit up with hope, and Harry couldn't deny the swoop of pleasure that gave him. It looked like he wrestled with himself for a moment, then he took a step closer to him, bringing them within a few feet of each other. "It would be something I might...uh...might want too," he managed to utter. He looked terrified, and Harry felt the need to step forward and take his hand in reassurance.

So he did.

"You came for me," he murmured. "I wouldn't, I mean, I guess I'm surprised?"

Draco chewed his lower lip, pulling it in a way that made Harry want to growl and take over the task immediately. Draco then shook his head sadly though. "I'm selfish," he said. "I didn't do it because it's 'the right thing' or whatever." He scrubbed his face, then looked up at Harry again. "I did it because I almost lost you during the battle, and I couldn't bear to face life without you again."

Something in Harry broke. He flung his arms around Draco's neck and back, dragging him close and pressing their bodies together in a way that felt unnervingly natural. Draco was a few inches taller than him, but Harry felt perfect as he tucked into his side. "Thank you."

Draco had said something about needing to leave and running out of time, but Harry couldn't seem to help himself as he drew back, searching those silvery eyes again, and cautiously drew their lips together once more.

His was kissing Draco Malfoy.

He now knew that hadn't been his first kiss at all earlier, he'd shared plenty with Cho and Ginny before. But this was different. It was rougher for a start; Draco had a day's worth of stubble that scratched deliciously against his jaw, and there was a desperation to it, the way their hands grappled at each other's backs like the moment could slip away at any second.

They had always had this friction between them, he supposed. But if he'd told his past self this is where it would have led to, he wouldn't have believed it in a million years. "What a day?" he half mumbled, half laughed as he pulled away to look at Draco again, his fingers carding through his impossibly soft hair.

"You can say that again," Draco replied. He looked like he was mesmerised by Harry, his eyes darting back and forth as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, his voice strained and his fingers clinging to the back of Harry's shirt. "I mean, I wasn't even sure we were friends, let alone that you might be...gay, or...interested."

Harry had to admit he quite liked this shy, tentative version of Draco. He smiled at his stammered words. "I think we were on our way to being friends," he said truthfully. "And, I think I might be bi."

Draco huffed out a laugh, and rested their foreheads together. "I think I can work with that."

A slow clap rang through the air, grabbing their attention as they both snapped their heads to the door of the common room.

"Well isn't this sweet?"