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Harry and Draco had been in a secret relationship for two months now. Once they had returned to Hogwarts in September for their 8th and final year at Hogwarts, something had shifted between them. They were no longer children, and with all that they had been through together during the war, it did not seem fit to be enemies. Draco could understand Harry’s struggles more than anyone else at the school could, as they had faced similar pressure and difficulties during the war, despite being on opposite sides until the very end. It was not very difficult to find time to be together because all of the 8th years shared one tower and common room, with dorm rooms separated by gender and house. The stolen moments between classes in empty classrooms and dark corridors after hours were one of the only things making this year bearable to Harry, and to Draco as well. The castle held so many horrible memories for the both of them.
“Harry, Harry! Wake up!” Draco said, tapping Harry’s sleeping chest. They had overslept and were going to be late to breakfast. Harry groggily looked up at Draco.
“Mhmmmm” Harry said, yawning at stretching his arms around Draco, drawing the blond close.
Draco pushed himself out of Harry’s arms and looked down at him. “Darling, we can’t be late. They’ll know that something is up. Pansy and Granger are already on to us, they ganged up on me when I was in the library last week. If it wasn’t for your stupid invisibility Cloak, they would have seen us together!”
“I love it when you call me that.” Harry said sleepily. Draco huffed and took Harry’s face in his hands, forcing the sleepy boy to look him straight in the face, or as best as he could without his glasses. “Besides love, I thoroughly enjoyed your facial expressions as I kissed your precious neck right in front of them. You blushed so pink, I saw Parkinson look under the table even!” Harry chuckled at the memory and Draco blushed scarlet. Harry finally sat up and put on his glasses and grabbed his wand.
“Tempus,” He said. The time danced above his wand and Harry’s eyes widened. “Shit, shit, shit! We are going to be in so much trouble! Although I wouldn’t mind detention with you…” Harry said playfully.
Draco looked at Harry and tried to be angry, failing miserably. The most he could do is a light “annoyed”.
“Get up!” He said at Harry, then realized that that wasn’t possible, as he was sitting on top of the Gryffindor. He blushed and got out of the bed, being careful to stay inside of the curtains.
He was fairly certain that all of the Gryffindor boys were already seated in the Great Hall at the moment, but he wanted to be sure. One of the benefits of being gay was that the castle had no problem with Harry smuggling another boy into the dorms, even if the other boy was a particular tall, blond Slytherin. That meant that they slept together in Harry’s bed nearly every night. The other Slytherins had nearly no respect for privacy, especially now that it wasn’t rare for Draco to thrash and cry in his sleep from memories of the war. They all were worried about him, though they would never openly admit it. They knew Draco was sneaking off somewhere, but he seemed happier and didn’t want to ruin whatever was helping him.
Harry finally came to his senses and jumped out of bed. He grabbed the nearest set of clothes, not even carrying that his shirt was probably inside out. He tied his tie by memory, not bothering to look into the mirror as he did it. Harry grabbed his bag from beside his red canopy bed. Somehow, by the time Harry was done Draco was already hurrying out the door. “Bye love!” Harry shouted after him.
Draco held at the door for a minute. “I am going to hold back in the entrance hall for a little, you enter first. It will seem less suspicious if we enter at separate times.” He took a deep breath, and closed the door behind him. Back to being the frenemies that everyone thought them to be.
Harry entered the Great Hall, just as everyone was finishing up breakfast. He walked towards the 8th year table, heading for his usual spot with Ron and Hermione. Parkinson, Zabini, and Nott sat a few seats away from them, maintaining a casual distance. “Hey, guys!” He said brightl, trying his best to pretend that he was not late, and it was most certainly not because he had been up far too long cuddling (among other things), with none other than Draco Malfoy the night before. The whole table turned to look at him, and he saw all of his friend’s eyes go wide. Hermoine dropped her spoon, and Parkinson started choking madly on her cup of tea. Harry looked around. “Umm...Is everything alright?” He said.
“Harry...your tie.” Hermoine said softly.
“What is wrong with my tie?” Harry cautiously looked down at his tie. There was most certainly something wrong with his tie, in particular the color of it. Harry flushed. Around his neck was a silk green and silver tie, identical to the one that belonged to Slytherin boys. “Oh shit,” He said quietly. He looked up at his friends, all gawking widely. He tried to smile and play it cool, but it came out as a sort of grimace. “Oops.”
Ron cleared his throat loudly, looking very uncomfortable with the situation. “Well,” He said looking at his best mate, “I don’t mind you liking blokes, ‘Mione’s thought you might ya know - be gay for a couple years now,” Hermione blushed and gave a half smile to Harry. “But, a Slytherin?!” Ron said. Harry forced himself not to roll his eyes. Leave it to Ron to put house loyalty before sexual orientation.
Pansy finally spoke up. “Which Slytherin is the question!” She said, with a mischievous grin on her face.
Just as Harry was about to respond with a comeback, the doors burst open once again. Draco walked cooly over to the table. He stopped short once he noticed that every single one of the Gryffindors and Slytherns, and a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, were staring directly at him. He looked at them with confusion. “Pansy, what is going on?” The girl remained frozen, her jaw open. Draco’s eyes darted to Blaise for help. Blaise looked at Harry and back to Draco. Draco followed his lead. His face flushed of all color as he saw what was around Harry’s neck.
“I c-can explain! Me and P-potter are not-” Draco stuttered, trying to find a reasonable explanation for why he was wearing a red and gold tie, and Harry was wearing a green and silver one.
Harry walked over to Draco, a sly grin filling his face.
“Don’t even try, Draco.” He said, ignoring the gasps from the table. He grasped his boyfriend by the shoulders and hair, bringing him into a deep kiss. Still in shock by what was happening, Draco stood there for a moment, then realized that there was no point in pretending anymore. He slung his arm around Harry’s waist, drawing him even closer. The entire hall erupted in cheers and catcalls. Harry heard a few ugly names, but he didn’t even care. He was in a whole other world, one with just him and Draco.
FIN