Harry's POV
"I mean, why so much gel?" I asked Draco for the thousandth time.
"I told you, my hair gets messy and hard to maintain," he answered. "Besides, I don't want mine turning into an utter owls nest like yours."
"I like to think of it more as sexy bed head." I protested.
"You got that right, Potter." Draco agreed.
We were both sprawled out by the lake, relaxing before we had to head back to classes. The sun was pounding down on us as I played with his hair.
"Are you ever worried your gel-hair will catch fire in potions or something?" I laugh.
"Oh shush, Scarhead." he sighed.
I pulled him closer and kissed the top of his head.
"I really do love you. You know that right?" I asked.
"Yes, Harry. You say it every other second." he rolled his eyes.
"Good. That means you'll never forget." I pointed out.
He looked genuinely shocked. "I'll never forget you. Not in a million years. Not you nor your "sexy bed head hairstyle"." he chuckled.
We sat there for a few more minutes in comfortable silence, me messing with his hair looking out over the lake. What a perfect day I thought to myself.
