For My Valentine {Drarry}

> With My Heart

Potter,

It has come to my attention that you received my letter. That was never my intention. Seeing as though I can't take any of it back now, would you kindly be my valentine?

Malfoy

--8--

Harry read the second letter with eyes just as wide as when he had initially finished the first one. He took a deep breath and hid the letters under his pillow before throwing the satchel onto the seat by his desk. He wasn't going to look at any other love letters. He was terrified of the one he had had just read.

Malfoy liked him?

Not even just liked.

He like-liked him.

Possibly even loved him.

A chill made it's way down his spine as he thought about that.

Harry didn't really have a preference when it came to who he wanted to be with it. Anyone who wanted to be with someone as messed up as he was, could have him for all he cared. He had just never thought that anyone would mean Malfoy.

He scoffed at himself.

Anybody with sight and a brain knew that Malfoy was handsome. It was just the fact that he was a insufferable prat as well.

When Harry had started to read the original letter he would have never thought that Malfoy was the one who wrote it.

Well up until the part where he talked about them fighting. He was pretty sure Malfoy was the only person he fought with at school which is why it sounded odd without knowing who the letter was from.

He hurried out of the dorm and ran smack into Ron in the common room.

"Hey, mate, 'Mione told me to come get you before or we're gonna be late." He chuckled awkwardly then shrugged. "She thinks you're up to something. Oi, what happened with those letters?"

Harry looked up in surprise.

"W-what letters?" squeaked Harry glancing over towards his bed. Ron looked at him confused before he started laughing.

"You said you were coming to look at some of those valentines, remember?" Ron said through a chuckle and Harry shook his head quickly. He threw an arm around Harry's shoulder and lead him out of Gryffindor tower. "That bad, huh? Wait 'til I tell Hermione."

They walked down past the Great Hall on their way to the dungeons, when they were stopped by Malfoy. A group began to form around them, as if they expected another fight.

Even Harry expected another fight, though it was hard for him to think about that when he was trying to fully analyze Draco's appearance.

The blonde's hair wasn't gelled back, but fell in his face in loose clean strands. His pale skin seemed to glisten in the sunlight that streamed into the castle windows though a light dusting of blush began to work its way up his neck and towards his ears. He stood their with his usual sneer, but it looked to be more out of habit as he clutched a bouquet of roses in one hand and a heart shaped box of chocolates in the other.

"So," he spoke loudly in his usual drawl. "I assume you got my letters then, Potter."

"Y-yeah..."

"Well?" he asked tilting his head to the side, though the blush was even more prominent now. "What did you think of them?"

It was Harry's turn to blush now as he stood across from his rival and...newfound crush?

"W-well...I uh-"

"Potter, we don't have all day. we do actually have to go to class in a mo."

"Yeah. Okay," Harry finally said nodded to himself and standing up a little taller. "Fine, Malfoy. I'll be your valentine."

Everyone else, including Malfoy, sucked in a breath.

"Really? You will?" If Harry didn't know better he would have thought Draco sounded happy. Relieved even.

"You'll what!?" Shrieked Ron from beside him at the same time.

"I will be your valentine, Malfoy." Harry stepped forward and grasped the flowers first, feeling the butterflies in his stomach as their finger tips brushed. "Are these for me?" He sent Draco a lopsided grin that melted Draco's insides.

"Who else would they be for, Potter?" Draco said sneering, but he couldn't keep the blush from his cheeks or the small smile that made its way to his face, forcing him to turn away to hide it.

"You know, you're actually pretty handsome when you smile," said Harry from in front of him. Draco looked up at him, their eyes meeting in his surprise. He blushed again then turned away sticking the box of chocolates out without looking at Harry.

"These are yours too, you know."

Harry smiled and spoke before grabbing Draco's empty hand with his own.

"Yeah, I figured. Hey Ron, tell 'Mione I'll meet up with you guys in a it. I'm going to walk my Valentine to class."

"You're going to what?" yelped both Ron and Draco at once.

"You heard me," he turned to a surprised Malfoy. "Come on, Draco. We have a class to get to, remember?"

"Whatever," said Draco blushing while he let Harry lead him to class through the crowd of stunned students.