'Like this, see?' Harry moved his hands in a way it looked like he was maneuvering the air around them. Silver strings, faint traces of magic escaped the tips of his fingers as he pointed them to the ground, to the trees, to small animals passing by. The forbidden forest was alive around them waiting for Harry to change it with his wandless magic while he tried to teach Draco something that came naturally to him.
'Show me something, then'
Draco was leaning against the closest tree, his face half hidden by the shadows the leaves created all around them. But Harry could see it, the little smile he'd started to notice on the boy's face every time he found something amusing. They were close now, close to the point Harry knew Draco's mood swings weren't his fault most of the time, knew he preferred to drink tea rather than coffee. Knew how he woke up every morning with his cheeks flushed and how he loved to cuddle under convers when he was sick.
And Draco knew Harry. He was there during the constant nightmares he had. He would just sit beside him, hug him, kiss every tear away until Harry came back to his senses. And then Draco wouldn't let go.
'Okay' Suddenly, the air was filled with the scent of wet leaves as Harry levitated thousand of tiny branches, petals and small flowers of different colors from the ground. He moved his hands and nature moved with him, turned, the pieces intertwining with each other. Draco's grey eyes were practically shining from where Harry could see him. When he realized what it was Harry was doing he burst out laughing, a low, strange sound capable of turning Harry's insides into jelly.
'Really, Potter? A flower crown?'
Harry couldn't help but laugh with him. It was cliché, he knew that. But when he placed the ornament on Draco's head he was glad he did. He was beautiful, gorgeous really.
'Come here' Harry breathed. Draco walked towards him, stopping only when they were inches apart. Harry hold his hands, turned his back to him, wrapping Draco's arms around his waist as he stood facing the opposite way. 'Can you feel it flowing through my hands?' He whispered, waiting for Draco's answer.
'Yes, this is... wow' he sighed, almost like a secret. And they were sharing one, somehow. Harry felt Draco's own magic begin to flow with his. The feeling was... intimate. They built another flower crown, slowly. Draco placed the colorful piece on Harry's head.
A chaste kiss was given. It was a promise, a wordless one.
And Harry knew because he knew Draco.
And Draco knew him.
