"Daisy," he whispers into my ear, every student still staring at us, "do you forgive me?"
His eyes are soft and honest, "Of course I forgive you," I grin.
"Don't kill me," he moves his hand to my neck.
"What do you-," then he kisses me, hard, in front of the whole school. I was so focused on our lips, I didn't pay attention to the hoots and hollers around us.
I felt so loved. Draco did everything right, so gentle and passionate. I never wanted to stop. I've been wanting to kiss him like this for so long, just like but first night back, but better.
This time he felt something, I felt something. Something so strong I couldn't name it.
Ever since he realized he liked blokes too, there had been an itch in the back of his mind he hadn't been able to scratch, because he couldn't pinpoint what it was. Alas, to his utter horror, Harry had the most unpleasant inkling that the insufferable, ex-Death Eater turned good, Slytherin tosspot might be exactly the thing he was craving. Maybe he just wanted to explore an avenue, maybe it was an idea just for himself, a thought to be kept locked away forever. And ever.
Or,
Fresh out of training Healer Draco Malfoy tends to Harry's wounds a few times and Harry can't stop thinking about how warm his hands are. This leads to a lot of blushing from both sides.