After -Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 28

(A/N- I will let you know when is the best time to put the music)

—Draco POV—

I woke up the next morning facing the wall, and with Harry hugging me from behind. I slept the whole night, and I think he did the same. I turned around to face him, happy at the thought that he got a full nights sleep.

His features were relaxed, it seemed he was still sleeping. I repositioned myself to be able to sweep his hair away from his eyes, and my hand ended resting on the side of his head. However I noticed his eyes move below his eyelids when I brushed his hair out of the way. I smirked, getting an idea.

"Well, I guess he's not awake yet." I said ironically. Looking at him and waiting for a reaction.

"I'll bet if he was awake he'd love some ice cream." I saw Harry struggle and fail to hold back a smile, he then opened his eyes.

"How did you know I was awake?"

"You're terrible at hiding things. Maybe that's why you were never in Slytherin."

"Oh shut it. You know I was actually supposed to be a Slytherin?"

"I highly doubt it." I said mockingly.

"No really, I was. Even after my first year the sorting hat offered to allow me to switch houses, saying he stands by his initial decision."

I gave him a face. "What would you say if I told you I don't believe you?" I said.

"I'd say that's classic of you."

I laughed slightly at that. And I began playing with his hair.

"A Slytherin? Actually?" I said in disbelief, a smile playing at my lips.

"Actually." He said, also with a laugh. Just then, he pulled his forehead to rest against mine, both of us began to calm down from our small fit of laughter. Our breaths mingled together thanks to our proximity.

—Harry POV—

"Hey... can I talk to you?" I asked, nerves setting in. I need to do this, and who better than Draco to talk about it with? He's helped me a lot recently, and he's allowed me to feel comfortable around him too.

"Of course. I'm always here for you." He said. I pulled my forehead away reluctantly, missing the comfort, but needing to look at him while I did this. I took a deep breath to gather some courage.

"I want to talk to you about Ginny. And about the letter."

"Okay. I'm listening." He said with a genuine appearance.

I took another breath. "I guess the first thing I should do is apologize for the other night. For scaring you and for getting sick and trying to push you away..." I said, I closed my eyes, scared to meet his.

"You don't need to apologize. You reacted in a plausible way. I understand." He said. "Hey. Look at me." He continued gently. I opened my eyes slowly, a bit worried.

"Don't worry about that. It's big news, and it's important news too. It's also something you probably didn't see happening eight years ago. You shouldn't apologize for your reaction." He explained.

"I guess," I said shyly. "I guess, I'm sorry you had to deal with it."

"You don't have to be sorry about that either. I'm here by choice, and I was there by choice. I want to help you and I'm willing to deal with things." He said.

"To think, ten years ago, I was head over heals... and we had almost this forbidden love fostering in the middle of such turbulent times. She was my first, well, almost everything... we were happy with each other... even when I was a complete arse to her efforts towards my health. I regret that. I still love her. You know? And I wish her the best. I just...it's not the same type of love. And that feels almost wrong." I said. He lay right beside me, listening to everything.