Draco needed to talk to Harry. He saw him at the Quiddich cup, but couldn't get away from his father long enough to find him. He saw him again at school. He decided this was as opportune as it got.
"Hi." He squeaked.
"Draco?" Harry asked. "What's wrong? You look like you're going to pass out."
"Can I talk to you please? Alone?" Draco felt like he was going to die.
"Uhm, sure. Why?" He was really confused.
"Just, trust me." Draco hoped he wouldn't freak out.
"Guys I'll catch up with you, I guess." He started following him. Eventually they ducked behind a curtain that covered the door to a supply closet.
"Draco, are you feeling okay?" Harry put a hand on Draco's head. A blush immediately speeding across his face. Draco thanked every God he could think of that the lighting was terrible in here. "You feel like you're burning up."
"I'm fine." His heart skipped a beat. He so very wanted to lean in and have Harry touch his face like that forever.
"Well, I suppose I just have to trust you. What did you want to tell me?" Harry smiled, Draco felt like vomiting rainbows again.
"I-well-I mean-I don't want to make you-God, I can't talk to you." Draco stuttered.
"Want to tell me later? I can wait. If that would help." Harry suggested.
"No, I might not be able to later." Draco almost shouted. "I really, really, really-uhm-I-"
Then Harry surprised Draco. He pressed his lips to the blond boy's just for a quick second.
"Me too." He said. Draco couldn't speak. "Well, I better get back to Ron and Hermione. I'll, uh, see you later."
"Bye." Draco smiled. He was the happiest person ever for the rest of the day.
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Diaries Of A Slytherin Prince (Drarry)
FanfictionDraco had always been obsessed with Potter. Since they first met, Harry was the only thing the poor boy could think about. It took a while, but Draco finally admitted to himself that he loved the boy who lived. A/N:Because his diary entries are so s...
