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"Hey, Harry," Sirius came towards him with a smile. The boy blinked at him with a wary look. "Hey, Sirius," he greeted back. "What's up? You look like you're gonna do something that I don't think either Remus or I would like you to do–"
"You know, I noticed something for the past few days," the elder man said, throwing the other off guard.
"What?" Harry blinked in surprise before smirking, eyes filled with mischief. "Did you discover a new way in which Remus' eyes shine in the moonlight?"
Sirius froze slightly before saying, "Yes..."
He burst into laughter before wheezing. "Thought so," he giggled amusedly. "Go ahead and gush. I'm all ears, Padfoot." The long-haired male blushed lightly, heart expanding at the thought of his lovely and cute werewolf boyfriend but he waved it off. "It's not just that."
Rolling his eyes and raising his eyebrow, Harry looked at Sirius, stopping from doing his homework altogether, making himself comfortable on the sofa. Sirius saw Draco standing at the kitchen entrance behind Harry with wide eyes. "Enlighten me then, Pads. What is it?"
"You're in love with Draco Malfoy."
Harry was just sipping his coffee when he sputtered, choking on the drink. He didn't notice that Sirius winked at Draco, holding his hand up, signalling for him to wait. "What the ever-loving bloody fuck, Sirius?! I am not! That's ridiculous!"
"Harry, come on. Do you think I wouldn't notice? Or Remus for that matter?"
"No!" he whined. "I mean, come on! He did his hair for 4 hours!" Sirius sighed exasperatedly. "You find it adorable though. I saw your smile even when you complain about him doing his hair."
Squawking, he stared at the elder in disbelief. "One," he started. "That's creepy! You've been watching?! Who says that?! And two, he's my best friend!"
Ron entered the kitchen to get some snacks, glaring at Harry. Draco, who Ron had put on Harry's Invisibility Cloak, standing right next to Harry. "How rude. I'm your best friend. Not him. Just admit it. You think he's cute, handsome, hot, sexy whatever. Ungrateful little shit, me and Hermione had to suffer listening to you talking about that ferret for hours every day in Sixth Year and you still spouting bloody lies about not having any feelings for him at all," Ron grumbled, albeit fondly as he took the snacks and went back up the stairs.
Harry stared after his best friend with betrayal. "No! How could you, Ronald!"
"You buy him that expensive chocolate from France that Narcissa used to buy for him and send it to him via owl in your Second Year every weekend," Sirius pointed out, grinning smugly.
"Well, yes. But I would do that for Ron or Hermione too, even you!"
"No, Harry. Your eyes would follow him around the room."
"No, that's just a nervous tick!" Harry denied. His face darkened in colour as he blushed even redder. "A force of habit where I thought he would start a fight with me because he always did that! Or maybe it's just me judging the posh clothing he wears on daily basis!"
"Sure, if you say so, pup," Sirius laughed. "Was it also a nervous tick when you stuttered and got drool all over the place like a fool when he came out of the shower with only a tower on, showing off his supple porcelain doll figure?"
"That's rich coming from you!" Harry huffed, the blush came full force to the point he felt dizzy with the blood rushing in his veins. "Moony so much as breathes and you get down on your knees to propose!"
"Ha!" Sirius jumped up and point his finger at him. "So you admit it then!"
Harry whined as he answered, "Yes! Fine! I do! I adore the way he would spend hours in the toilet just to get his hair done even when we're getting late for events! Or the way he obsessively wants to keep his appearance on point, not accepting anything other than compliments about his way of dressing! And I can't think of any way to spend my money on other than his unhealthy obsession with that chocolate because you know I don't spend much less a galleon for myself! And fine, you're right! I do feel like bursting my nuts off when he's standing right there in front of me in just his towel because he's the most beautiful person I had ever seen and I wanted to lick the scars on his body! Also, while we're at it, I find Draco really attractive in his ridiculous fancy suits for some odd reason! Is that what you want to hear?!" Harry ranted, out of breath.
"Well," Sirius blinked. "Yeah, but you say it rather–"
"And for your information, don't you think I didn't know of the Black family ring you had in your top drawer because you wanted to propose to Remus but then you realised you're a chicken and you couldn't do it!"
"You wanted to propose?" Remus stood at the entrance with wide eyes, a bright blush adorning his scarred cheeks.
"I–" Sirius gasped. "Harry!"
The said boy flinched in surprise, feeling slightly guilty. "Whoops," he shifted.
"It's alright. Don't be sorry, Harry. It's not your fault," Remus smiled at him gently, kissing the top of his head lovingly before walking away. "If you do propose, just know that I'd say yes even if you fumble a lot like our first date, Padfoot."
Both black haired male stared after the retreating figure before Sirius scrambled after him, leaving Harry sitting there with a laugh. "Remus Lupin, you shit!"
It was quiet for a moment before Draco pulled off the cloak silently. "You love me?" he smiled as he sat next to the frozen Gryffindor. "I–" Harry struggled helplessly before he sighed. "Yes."
Sweetly, he pecked the younger's cheek. "I wouldn't oppose the thought of being your boyfriend, Harry."
"Y-You're not...?"
Draco shook his head and laughed when Harry hugged him tightly, making him straddle the other on the chair.
"So," he leaned his mouth directly at Harry's ear. He felt the male stiffened underneath him. He licked the earlobe and pulled it between his teeth, smirking. "I heard you wanted to lick every scar on my body? Why don't we do that now?"
Harry whimpered when Draco pinched his nipple over the shirt, rolling it between his index finger and his thumb. "Fuck. Bedroom, Draco," the former croaked out and they hurriedly moved from the kitchen to Harry's bedroom after vanishing their mess.
