Crazy Little Thing (Called Love)

Harry lay there, chewing his cheeks and

darting glances at Draco in worried silence.

Draco sat, momentarily stunned,

unable to make a sound. He only parted his lips soundlessly,

fretfully opening and closing like a gasping, suffocating fish.

The words echoed on Harry's tongue and he wondered

which errant god had allowed such a slip. He cursed himself for his

foolishness. But there was nothing to be done. His soul was laid bare,

utterly exposed for the sharp lashing that

he knew instinctively was coming.

To his infinite surprise, Draco responded in kind.

"I love you too, you giant prat."