for the disney prompts:: "who says we have to grow up?"
Harry is looking at him now with those eyes that make Draco wonder how he could’ve ever thought this thing between them was just sex.
Sure maybe it had started that way, but when Harry looks at him like that, as if he can literally see inside of him, like he cant hide a single thing about himself, well it makes Draco’s stomach do funny things. So yeah maybe it had started as something simple but it feels anything but now.
“We’re leaving tomorrow,” Draco says as if that matters. He wants desperately for the other boy to tell him that it doesn’t.
“It’s the real world again out there. People will care who we are and what we’ve done.” He swallows down the rest of his words.
He hadn’t known what coming back for 8th year would be like, could never have guessed at the second chance it would provide him. But today is their last day and he isnt stupid, he knows what most of the Wizarding World still thinks of him. Once they leave he doesn’t know if their relationship can withstand that kind of scrutiny and bravery has never exactly been a strong suit of his.
“I don’t care what people think,” Harry says, taking another step closer. And Draco knows all it will take is one word from Harry and he will try; try to be better, stronger, braver.
Draco knows without a shred of doubt he would do anything for Harry and it terrifies him.
The other boy doesn’t look scared though. He has that look on his face, all brashness and pure determination. There was a time it would’ve irked Draco to see it because he always felt like they were competing, and Harry was so many things he wasn’t.
It wasn’t until the look was directed right at him that Draco realized it wasn’t a competition, that it was ok to let him be all the things he wasn’t. And he knew that look well, it meant the other boy was about to do something equally brave and maybe even foolish.
“Fuck them. All of them. I don’t care about any of them except you.”
“No!” He all but shouts before crashing his lips against Draco’s and kissing him almost as if he’s afraid of losing him. Draco wonders if Harry honestly thinks he could ever really walk away from this.
“Who says we have to grow up?” Harry whispers when he finally breaks away from the kiss, backing Draco up against the wall and resting their foreheads together. “It doesn’t have to be the real world tomorrow, not yet. We’re still teenagers.
“Where would we go?”
“Who cares! Let’s run away. Anywhere. Come with me please?”
“Anywhere?” He asks, and Harry’s face breaks out in a smile.
“Anywhere. Let’s eat too much gelato in Italy and fuck on the beach in Greece and watch the sun rise in Paris. God please just say yes.”
“Yes,” he whispers.
Harry smiles again and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. There are so many things he isn’t, but when Harry looks at him Draco feels like he is everything he was ever meant to be.