I day dream often about 8th year Drarry….
Forming a friendship that is tentative to begin with but quickly deepens and they become so close. Everyone has moved on from the battle, Ron & Hermione are the happy couple everyone envies, Dean & Seamus finally admitted they’d been together since 4th year and Neville was busy training to become a professor.
Everyone was off doing their thing and Harry felt sort of lost. Until Draco found him.
It was by accident of course.
They’d both decided to go flying at the same time one night, which resulted in an awkward seekers game to pass the time.
But by the time they’d showered and eaten dinner together they both felt more relaxed than they had in months.
It hadn’t escaped Harry’s notice (because let’s be honest he notices everything about Draco) that all the Slytherins who had returned for 8th year where off doing their own thing too. Draco wasn’t followed by his minions anymore which didn’t seem to bother him but he did seem strange without Crabbe and Goyle by his side.
What started out as the odd seekers game turned into studying together, which led to sitting beside one another in classes, which then led to them walking to the Great Hall together for meals and sitting together then to.
It all just happened so naturally that neither of them paused to consider it. They were soon inseparable.
It felt comfortable and natural for Harry to rest his ankles on dracos lap while they sprawled on the couch reading in the 8th year common room. Draco didn’t hesitate to take food from Harry’s plate or even feed him something he knew Harry would love. They found an ease and a comfort with each other that was surprising but welcome.
They shared books, shower gel, even clothes. Harry’s eyes had almost popped out of his head when he found Draco sprawled out on Harry’s bed reading Quiddich Weekly in one of his knitted jumpers from Molly. It has smelt of Draco for days after and Harry had found himself wearing it with the collar pulled up to his nose inhaling the familiar scent.
Their friendship felt warm and comfortable for them both. Like everything they’d done and been through before was to get them here…..
Curled up on the rug one night, everyone else has gone to bed and Harry has his head on dracos lap, watching the fire as Draco ran his fingers through Harrys hair absentmindedly as he read.
It was the most natural thing in the world for Harry to take hold of dracos hand and pull it down from in his hair, kissing each finger tip softly.
He heard dracos breath catch and as he looked up, he could see a blush working it’s way up dracos pale neck, pooling across his cheeks. His eyes were blown wide with shock and lust and Harry knew, in his bones, Draco felt the same, that he wanted this.
So it was without fear or uncertainty that he sat up, taking dracos face gently in his hands, pulling his face close and kissed him.
And it was like coming home.