Harry Potter is like the gateway fandom. You start reading the books, then all of a sudden you have a sonic screwdriver, you want to go to Rivendell, and you have this awkward fascination with Sherlock Holmes. And you don’t really know how any of it happened, but you’re pretty sure it started with Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley of Four Privet Drive who were proud to say that they were perfectly normal thank you very much.
You opened the door to your dorm and placed your textbooks into your trunk, before standing up and heading to sit down on your bed. It had been a long day, your morning classes feeling as though they had taken years - it wasn’t even lunch time yet.
As you went to sit down, you noticed a small piece of folded parchment laid carefully in the centre of your duvet, labelled with your name on, which you tilted your head at and frowned on confusion, picking it up.
You unfolded the note, then turned it the correct way so you could read it properly.
Meet me in the Astronomy Tower tonight at 9.
You couldn’t help the way your cheeks reddened, or how your heart beat faster. A small smile played at your lips, and butterflies erupted in your stomach.
What was this? Why were you suddenly feeling… excited to have Draco send you a simple message?
The last week or so had been pleasant - no arguments, no insults, nothing of the sort. You hadn’t yet tried the transition from friends (that kiss) to lovers - after all, it was strange to say or even comprehend that you and Draco Malfoy were now friends.
Because that’s all it was. You and Draco are friends. Friends that occasionally kiss, but friends nonetheless. And though you felt somewhat bitter about only being friends, it was agreed to take things slow, and not rush into anything too quickly.
The question racing through your mind was
Is this a date?
Maybe Draco felt the same way you did.
To say you were nervous about it was an understatement, even if you knew you still had two more classes and two meals to go beforehand.
You folded the note back up and placed it into your trunk, under your textbooks, hiding it from unwanted eyes.
Trying to hide a grin, you headed up from the dungeons and towards the Great Hall. The room was filled with students, all separated by their houses. You found the Slytherin table to the far edge of the room, and took your place next to Y/f/n, who greeted you happily.
As you smiled back, you couldn’t help but feel at least slightly guilty that you hadn’t told her about the arrangement, or anything of the sort, however you didn’t want more people than necessary to know.
As the food appeared, you took all the food you wanted, expecting to be able to finish it all. In reality, all you could focus on was the note, and Draco, who was gazing directly at you.
You didn’t look up, for fear you would blush, and hoped that he’d perhaps turn away soon.
After minutes of toying with your food, you couldn’t bear it anymore, and finally looked into his ice blue eyes, quirking an eyebrow at the smirk that played at his lips.
Without giving him any sign that you had received his note, you simply turned to join in with a conversation happening to your right, facing away from him.
You could still feel him staring, and for some reason, this actually made you want to smile.
You climbed up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, your shoes hitting the brown wood with every step, and the sounds slightly echoing around you.
It had taken you a good 25 minutes just to get from your dorm to the tower, as Professor Snape insisted on patrolling around the corridors more than once, not to mention you had to avoid Filch and Mrs Norris like the plague.
As you entered the tower’s main room, you glanced around, feeling a sense of shock or, more accurately, surprise.
The room was nothing like you were used to in your Astronomy lessons - all school supplies had been moved to the outskirts of the room, and instead, there was a blanket laid out over the floor, with rose petals dancing across it. Beside that stood Draco, in an all-black suit, looking as handsome as the day he had to fake propose to you, making your cheeks heat up, and your heart race.
“Did you do all this… for me?” You asked in astonishment, looking around the room in awe. “Maybe,” Draco said with a smirk, glad you seemed to like it.
You took a step towards him and smiles up at him, “Thank you.” “It was my pleasure.”
He took your small hand in his large one, and sat down on the blanket with you, laying in a position where the stars seemed to be in touching distance.
“They’re so beautiful,” you whispered, watching the stars sparkling in the dark blue sky. When you didn’t receive an answer, you turned questioningly to Draco, who didn’t seem to be paying attention to the stars, but to you instead. “W-What?” You asked nervously.
“Nothing! Sorry, you’re just… I mean… you’re gorgeous,” Draco rambled. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, which turned red under your touch, and you moved closer into his chest as you looked back up at the sky.
“I like this,” Draco said after a while. “You like what?” “Us, getting along without yelling or fighting or whatever. Just basking in each other’s company.”
“Yeah?” You turned around to stare into Draco’s blue-grey eyes. “Yeah,” he confirmed. His gaze dropped slightly to your lips, before flickering back up to your eyes, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.
It was warm and inviting; a loving kiss, that enveloped you in all the affection that Draco felt towards you.
His hand held your cheek as he propped himself up with the other, slightly leaning over you as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
He pulled himself away from you, though he kept a hand resting on the curve of your waist, before looking up through his lashes at you.
“I love you,” Draco muttered, resting his forehead gently against yours. You smiled softly, “I love you too.”