Harry arrived at the Room of Requirement twenty minutes early. He paced in front of the blank wall until the door appeared. Inside was a small round room, the walls were draped with cloth in both Gryffindor and Slytherin colors. Across from the door, a fire crackled in a brick fireplace. Two comfy-looking armchairs sat near the hearth facing each other. The only light in the room came from the flames, and shadows danced across the lush fabrics. The room was designed perfectly so that Draco would have to come all the way in the room to identify Harry.
Harry crossed the room and relaxed into one of the chairs. He stared into the fire and went over what he planned to say for the final time.
Harry heard the door creak open and heard soft footsteps approaching him. Within a few seconds, he could see Draco's silhouette next to the other chair. Draco peered down at Harry and his eyes lit up in recognition.
"You," Draco said under his breath before storming out of the room.
Harry was up in a flash and was on Draco's tail, "Draco…wait!"
Draco stopped abruptly and turned on his heel, "What is it Potter? Wanted to kick me in the balls or just compare me to my despicable father?" He looked at Harry with a defiant glare.
"I wanted to apologize!" Harry shouted.
Draco seemed slightly taken aback, "You…you what?"
Harry gained courage from Draco's flustered state, "I said that I wanted to apologize to you Draco. What I said…it wasn't fair. I don't know you well enough to pass judgments," He was silent for a minute then looked down at his feet before repeating, "I'm sorry, Draco."
"Why did you do it?" Draco asked quietly, curiosity overpowering him.
"It's hard to explain," Harry said, still staring intently at his shoes.
"Will you try to?" Draco asked persistently and added, "We could go back to the Room of Requirement if you want?"
"Uh…….ok," Harry replied, unable to deny the blonde, and he followed Draco's lead.
Draco pushed the door open and they approached the fire. Harry remained standing, though Draco perched himself one of the chairs. Draco waited for Harry to say something but when he remained standing still and silent, Draco gestured for him to sit.
"Sooo…you gonna start or….?" Draco questioned.
Harry recounted his story, told him of how, when the Malfoy heir had turned to the light side, he realized that hating Draco in the first place was pointless and his feeling had dramatically changed, that his loathing for the blonde had transformed into romantic feelings. By this point, Harry's eyes had wandered to the flames, and he was intent upon not looking Draco in the eyes. When the story was complete, silence fell upon the room. Suddenly, Draco's hand reached up to grasp Harry's chin firmly and turned Harry's face towards him. Harry's eyes widened at the gesture. Draco closed to the distance between their faces and placed his lips chastely upon Harry's. Draco pulled away almost instantly, blushing.
"I'm sorry…I…I don't know what came over me, Harry," Draco murmured, barely audible, turning his head away from the emerald eyes gazing at him.
Harry pulled Draco's chin towards him, imitating the blonde's earlier action. "That was the best response you could have given me," Harry said leaning in for a second kiss.
SEVERAL MONTHS LATER
Draco smiled in bliss, looking down upon the ebony hair of his sleeping boyfriend, whose head rested upon his chest. He remember fondly the happy time he had so far spent with his love and thought of the beautiful future they could spend together. Harry stirred and awoke. He gazed sleepily up at Draco and smile at him.
Fin (whew finally)
AN: I am finally finished with this story. I thought it was a decent place to end it. I hope you thought so too. This is my longest published story and the only stpry I have finished on a happy note. Yay for the happiness!!
dracolover18 signing off (salute)