Enjoy this fic. I vent my anger out. It's fluff. Don't worry. UwU
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Harry had never heard Malfoy laughed before. No, really. He never heard the genuine type of laughter ever coming out of Malfoy's lips. It was always a mocking snicker or like scoffing sort. Not even once did any kind of honest laughter Harry had heard from Malfoy.
Until now.
The Gryffindor male stared wide-eyed at the scene of Malfoy laughing brightly as he ran away from a screeching Pansy Parkinson. The sound of his laughter was ringing in his ears like melodious bells. Oh no. His throat dried up and his heart skipped a beat. His frantic thoughts were focused on the fact that he knew what he was feeling. The familiar feeling he once felt towards Ginny Weasley back in Sixth Year before they broke things off.
The familiar romantic feelings.
"Fuck," Harry whispered to himself as he clutched the Seventh Year potion book to his chest. He was originally about to sit down under his favourite spot by the Black Lake when he spotted them a few meters away from him.
"Pansy, no!" Draco squeaked when Parkinson tackled him down with a loud battle cry, laughing loudly when she raged a tickle attack on him. "G-Get off– AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEASE–" He didn't get to finish his pleads before he screeched out his laughter under the attacker's merciless hands.
He sat down under a shady tree and adverted his gaze quickly, wanting to focus on his book. If he failed to answer Hermione's sudden quiz, he'd have his head off his body for sure.
But he couldn't focus.
Not when Draco Malfoy was spread out on the grass, face red, panting when the tickle attack ended. The light from the Sun seemed to make Malfoy glow very bright. His messy hair looked so soft to touch and it made him look good.
Harry's green eyes widened when Malfoy suddenly turned towards him and caught him staring. A sharp inhale he made as he diverted his attention back to his book. His heart was pounding in his chest, so loud against his ribs. He could feel his face started to heat up to his ears, knowing that he's blushing so hard.
He calmed himself down and breathed. His attention was solely on his book.
That was until he felt someone sat next to him and nudged him slightly.
He turned to look and immediately his back straightened in surprise. "Eep!" he squeaked with wide eyes. "Hello," Malfoy smiled, which made Harry shakily pushed back his glasses up his nose.
"H-Hi," he stuttered back his greeting.
"So you're reading the potions book?" Malfoy tried to make a conversation with him and Harry rubbed his nape nervously. "Uh, yeah," was all he could say before his throat closed up again.
"How boring," Malfoy teased, silver-blue eyes glinting with mirth. "I thought you would be reading something like Quidditch. I didn't even know you could read, Potter," he added. Instead of anger, Harry snorted with the same amount of amusement. "I don't even want to read this rubbish. Hermione wanted to quiz us because she was paranoid that Ron and I wouldn't pass our NEWTS if we could even help ourselves."
"Want me to help you?" Malfoy asked hesitantly, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry looked away without giving out the fact that he had been staring at Malfoy's pink glossy lips, clearing his throat lightly. His heart sped up again. For Godric's sake! he thought. Let me be for a while, Feelings. I need a break, I swear.
"S-Sure," he replied, shifting his position because of the nerves.
Malfoy smiled shyly and helped Harry out to remember the important stuff, making him understand every aspect of Potion from the basic to the top. Their bodies leaned close as they bent down over the book as Malfoy pointed out the things very patiently. He'd be a great Potion professor if he decided to pursue the career, Harry thought idly. Surprisingly, by the end of the day, Harry managed to understand everything Malfoy had taught him and he felt confident enough to pass Slughorn's class with an 'Outstanding'.
"Thank you for teaching me, Malfoy."
The shy smile returned as well as the butterflies in his stomach. "It's not a problem, Potter. You're decent at it. It's just that you don't get the concept of it to understand the whole process, that's all but overall, you're good to go."
Harry grinned at him and nudged him slightly. "Professor Malfoy has a ring to it, doesn't it?"
The lovely smile turned into a sad one. Harry felt ready to slap himself for the loss of his favourite look on Malfoy.
"No one would hire a Death Eater, Potter. You know that."
"I'm sure if you decided to pursue your career as a professor, the Headmistress would be more than welcome to take you in. You're amazing at it, Malfoy. You have the passion. You have the talent. You're good at teaching and you're very patient with me even though I'm rubbish at this subject. Besides, even if no one would hire you, you could always start your own business. Why work under someone when you can be the boss of yourself? It doesn't necessarily mean you need to put yourself up the front. You could always have someone to be your PR or whatever it was Hermione told me about. Anyone that can handle the social work of meeting clients and all that jazz," Harry shrugged.
Malfoy stared at him with wide eyes.
"Potter, that's the smartest shit I had ever heard coming from your mouth in my entire life of knowing you."
"Thank y– HEY!" he exclaimed. "I'll let you know that I do have lots of smart things coming from my mouth, alright?" he hesitated slightly before muttering out, "Sometimes."
Malfoy rolled his eyes before giggling.
Harry's head snapped at the sound and blinked. G-Giggle... D-Did he just... giggle? he mentally trailed off. "You're... giggling," the black-haired male whispered out as if in trance.
Malfoy instantly stopped and his expression shuttered close.
"Nonononono," Harry immediately panicked. "I-It's not a bad thing, I swear. I was just shocked because I never heard you giggle before, especially not because of something that I said and I think it's cute because you're cute and pretty and cute and handsome and just plain beautiful so please don't stop giggling cause I wanna hear it so bad–" He shut his mouth close when he realised he had been rambling by the mixed look Malfoy was giving him.
And then he realised what he just said.
He gasped and turned bright red. He scrambled to get up and was about to run when Malfoy grasped his arm, yanking him backwards.
"Y-You think I'm... cute, pretty, handsome and..." he trailed off softly. "Plain beautiful...?"
Harry looked at their feet when he saw Malfoy's dainty fingers came to view as it pushed his chin upwards gently. Harry's green eyes locked with Malfoy's silver ones. "M-Malfoy..."
"It's so amazing how my pale skin looked when I placed it anywhere on your bronze skin," Malfoy said softly. Harry couldn't bring himself to look away when Malfoy brought his hand to grab his hair, pulling him lightly but not without scratching his scalp with his manicured nails first. "Malfoy..."
"Harry," Malfoy said instead.
Unable to hold himself back anymore, Harry pulled him into a deep kiss, desperate to taste each other as much as possible before releasing for breath.
Chocolate, mint and apples.
That's what Draco's lips tasted like.
Draco.
Draco.
"Draco," he said them audibly for the both of them to hear and Draco pulled him back in for another kiss.
"Harry, will you be my boyfriend?" Draco asked with a hopeful smile painted across his face.
"Yes," Harry answered with a bright smile of his own.
They both smiled at each other, finally finding their peace within their partner. It might be too early to call it 'love' but Harry knew as he hugged Draco tightly against his body, that they'll get there someday. Soon enough, if not now.
"I like you, Draco. I want to have a future with you."
"I like you too, Harry. A lot. And I'd like that too. A future. Just us."
