yule ball

reprise

"I wish the dance could've ended better." Harry sighed.

They were still on the ground, Harry so close to Draco that he shivered. The grass was prickly Draco's back, but he didn't mind; he was with Harry.

"We still have good memories from it, though." Draco nudged him.

"Like when you nearly choked on that piece of ham during dinner?" Harry smirked.

"Don't remind me!" Draco cried.

"It was pretty funny to me." Harry laughed, quickly adding, "Not at the time, of course! But later, when I was reflecting."

"You were reflecting on me?" Draco raised one eyebrow.

"Yeah. Before you came, actually." Harry gestured towards the sky. "Speaking of which, fancy a fly?"

"You bet your ass I'll win, Potter." Draco said as he was pushing himself off the ground.

"Don't speak too soon, Malfoy." Harry called over his shoulder, running up to his broom. Draco thought he saw a wink as he mounted it and flew up into the air.

He quickly followed Harry, grabbing his broom and pushing off. Harry was waiting for him, hovering in the air impatiently. Draco flew right next to him.

"Race you to the goalposts?" He asked, pointing to the hoops opposite to where they were. Before he had put his hand back on the broom, Harry had sped off. "Hey! No fair!" Draco frowned, taking off a couple of seconds after Harry. He leaned forwards, putting all his weight on the broom. It went faster than Draco usually pushed it, and he relished the wind whipping his hair out of his face and filling his nose, clear and fresh.

He leaned back as far as he could without falling off the broom when he realized he had lost track of time and the goalposts were only a couple of feet ahead of him.

He skidded to a stop and turned his broom, as he had stopped a few feet away from Harry.

"You bet your ass I'll win, Potter." Harry mocked when Draco got within hearing distance.

"You little-" Draco started to say, but Harry had already flown off. He leaned forwards once again, tailing Harry, always just a little too far behind. He reached out his hand, grasping at Harry's bright red robes, but his fingertips only brushed their edge.

Draco had hardly realized that they were practically skimming the ground when he just managed to grab a fistful of Harry's ribes, putting him off balance, and in turn pulling Harry down with him.

They tumbled to the ground together, somehow becoming entangled, red and silver and green and gold all twisted together. They were on their sides, both panting, and looking in each other's eyes.

There was a moment of silence.

Draco didn't want to do anything Harry was uncomfortable with. Thankfully, Harry had liked the kiss before, but was it too soon after their fight? Would he make things worse?

Before Draco had time, to make a decision, Harry cupped Draco's face in his palm and leaned in.

Draco closed his eyes just as their lips met. Harry's lips were soft and eager, and Draco thought that this was a thousand times better than their first kiss, where both of them had been cautious. Harry's round, wire-rimmed glasses were lightly pressed into Draco's skin, cold and smooth. Draco reached his hand towards Harry's hair, running his fingers through it and pushing it back from his forehead. His other hand clasped Harry's tie in his hand, (because of course Harry wore his school uniform even though it was break, that was so Harry that Draco almost let out a giggle) pulling the other boy closer.

Draco couldn't judge the time, probably a few minutes, but it felt much longer when they finally broke away, because they had been in their own space, their own world, for so long.

They both had giddy grins on their faces, and Harry's face was flushed red. Draco laughed.

"Are you laughing at my kissing skills, Draco?" Harry smiled.

"No, I'm laughing because that was perfect and we need to do it more often."

"At least ask me to dinner first!" Harry said, acting indignant.

"Are you asking me out?"

"No, I'm asking you to ask me out."

"Fine, then. Harry, d'you want to go to hogsmeade together next weekend?" Draco fake-sighed, still not able to make the grin that seemed permanently present on his face go away.

"I thought you'd never ask!" Harry laughed.

And Draco felt his heart swell as Harry stumbled to his feet, still dizzy with giddiness, and held his hand out. As he looked up at Harry, with his his wild grin and raised eyebrows and messy black hair, and took his hand, he never wanted to let go.

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author's note: 

thank you, thank you, thank you! if you have read this far, voted, or commented, you've motivated me so much and I never would have finished this without you! this is the final chapter of this particular story, but not the end of my stories.

i've already started writing a story set in sixth year called "saving draco malfoy" (also a drarry story) it the first chapter should be out soon, so (shameless self promo, sorry guys) follow me if you want to read more like this. i promise you're not going to regret it.

edit 4/7: 

tomorrow marks the 1 year anniversary of me writing this story, and that's insane. right now this has 115k views, which is even more insane?? i've been considering rewriting this because obviously my style has changed a lot, but for now i'm working on saving draco malfoy and for the dancing and the dreaming because honestly idk if anyone wants a rewrite. 

anyways, i wanted to thank you guys again because this got more attention than i ever thought it would. i seriously thought i would get like 1k views. and i'd like to reassure you that i'm going to continue writing about these dumbasses (especially now that i have way too much time on my hands). 

love you all :))) <3

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