It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Day Twelve--Christmas!!! Part Two

"Draco?" Harry said, completely surprised. "It---it's you?"

Draco avoided his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, which pretty much answered the question.

"Y-you. . . The entire time. . . You," Harry continued.

Draco just nodded.

A couch appeared next to the twelfth gift, and the lanterns all vanished.

Draco, after hesitating, took Harry's hand and gently brought him over to the couch. He tried to let go once they sat down, since he figured Harry wouldn't be comfortable with it, but, much to his surprise. . . Harry wouldn't let go, and just gazed at their interlocked fingers, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Draco's hand.

"I can't believe it was you. . ," he whispered. "This entire time. . . I was almost sure it was Hexa, but then this. . ."

"I told Hexa on the fifth day. . ," Draco admitted awkwardly. "She agreed to make you think it was her, in case I made a slip up or something. . . She helped me write some notes, and that day we went to Hogsmeade, when we parted ways, she took me to the store where I specially requested that." He pointed to the stained glass.

"That's why it seemed so much like Hexa . . . but not everything lined up with it. . ," Harry said slowly. "She was doing so much to help you. . ."

"I love her. . . I'm glad I get to experience what it's like having a little sister. . ," Draco told him.

"Me too," Harry admitted.

They were silent for a bit.

"So . . . it's me. . ," Draco said quietly. "Planning on sharing your feelings, Potter?"

"I must say, the Day Six present came to mind," Harry said, blushing brightly.

"The rose and the chocolates. . ," Draco recalled, trailing off at the end.

"Yeah---and that note that Hexa turned into that math equation. . . Uhm, e-everlasting love. . ?"

Draco blushed, the bright red easily visible on his pale skin. "I was talking to Hexa privately that night, writing letters through owls, and she convinced me to write what I felt. . . It was . . . terrifying, because I never thought you felt the same. . . Still now, it's . . . embarressing, scary. . ."

"And you meant it?" Harry asked, almost a whisper, his face still a bit pink.

Draco was silent for a good minute or so, and then, barely audible, "Every word. . ."

Harry, surprising even himself with what he was suddenly doing, leaned forward, his right hand gently holding the back of Draco's neck, but before Draco even knew what was happening, much less how to react, Harry had already pulled back.

Harry's left hand was still clasped gently with Draco's right, and his other hand was still at the back of Draco's neck, his thumb softly brushing back and forth against the skin just below his ear.

Draco's left hand went up to his face, two fingers barely brushing his lips where the softness of Harry's had been just a moment ago, in complete and utter shock.

"Wh-what was that for. . ?" Draco asked, voice cracking.

Instead of answering, Harry just smiled fondly at him, and this time leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Y-you like me too. . ?"

I hope he stutters every time he gets this embarrassed, Harry thought. He looks aboslutely adorable. . .

"No," Harry said aloud. He pulled Draco closer, let him adjust, and then had him lay his head on Harry's chest, with both of Harry's arms wrapped around him.