"You Picked Me"

One, two, three

Counting out the signs we see

Harry was excited to be heading back to Hogwarts for his seventh year. Standing at a comfortable 6' 2" and with a tan and muscles bulked up by seventeen years of quidditch and hard work for the Dursleys, it was hard for people to take their eyes off of him.

"Shall we go find a seat before they're all taken?" Hermione suggested as they moved toward the train. Before they made it however, Harry felt a hole burning into the back of his head. It was the same feeling he'd had a lot during last year.

Turning his head, he saw grey eyes flash away. A smile played on the lips of the boy those eyes belonged to.

"309, 41..." Harry mumbled to himself. The amazingly sharp ears of his friends seemed to hear him though.

"What was that, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Ah, nothing. Just thinking out loud. Um... I'll be back, okay?" He said as he dashed off quickly into the crowed, taking a indirect route so as not to gain his friends suspision. He would never admit to them that he had been counting how many times he'd caught Malfoy staring at him.

Coming up behind the blonde, he grabbed the boys hand.

"Potter? What do you want?" Malfoy sneered.

Harry half smiled. "309... 41..."

"What?" The other boy looked startled.

"During sixth year, I caught you staring at me 309 times. You smiled at me 41 of those times..." Before the blonde could answer, Harry bought their lips crashing together.

The tall buildings

Fading in the distance

Only dots on a map

Leaning against the window, Harry watched as Kings Cross Station disappeared into the distance, along with the bustle of the city. He felt so happy as his arm tightened around the person cuddled into his side.

Four, five, six

The two of us a perfect fit

You're all mine, all mine

He had been slightly surprised when Draco - yes, it was Draco now - had begun to kiss him back, rather than push him away. He was even more surprised when the other students around them had cheered. He'd thought that he even heard some of them saying "Finally".

Now, he pulled the slightly smaller boy closer to him as he remembered the conversation he'd had with Hermione and Ron.

*Flashback*

"About time too, mate!" Ron had shouted when he and Hermione saw the two boys together.

"What do you mean?"

Hermione smiled. "Harry, you talked about Malfoy more than you talked about quiditch. I hear from Pansy that you were the same... Malfoy?"

"Call me Draco." The blonde had replied as Harry wrapped his arm around the blondes shoulders. "When did you start talking to Pansy?"

"See what I mean? You probably were think of Harry when she told you. Pansy and I have been study partners for a year, friends for a little less then that."

*End Flashback*

As Hermione had said it, he did vaguely recall a conversation going something like that.

And all I can say

Is you blow me away

Hermione and Ron were curled up together across from Harry and Draco. Harry smiled as Ron began to snore and Hermiones breathing even out. It seemed like a good time to sleep.

As it began to rain, he looked down at his new boyfriend. It was hard to believe that he was finally able to call this beautiful boy his boyfriend. He had been crushing on him since the start of sixth year, after realising he was gay a week or so beforehand.

Studying the pale skin and sharp features of Draco Malfoy closely was something he'd never been able to do without fear of being caught. Now he took in every detail and his breath was literally taken away by the perfection of the other boy.

Like an apple on a tree

Hiding out behind the leaves

I was difficult to reach

But you picked me

Like a shell upon a beach

Just another pretty piece

I was difficult to see

But you picked me

Yeah you picked me

Harry was glad that he had finally made his move. Draco Malfoy had always hidden behind a cold mask as they grew up. It was hard to find the truth behind that mask, but the boy underneath was worth the effort.

Draco couldn't believe that the one person to see the real him was the one he had tried his hardest to hide from. The person he had pretended to hate for most of his adolescent life. He felt so lucky that Harry had been able to see him for who he really was and had chosen him.

So softly

Rain against the windows

And the strong coffee

Warming up my fingers

In this fisherman's house

Harry daydreamed as he stared out of the wet window again. When the trolley had come around he had simply ordered a coffee instead of the usual treats. It had begun to get cold and Draco had complained when his cold fingers had touched the boys bare shoulder.

The blonde had his head resting in Harry's lap now and once his finger had warmed up on the coffee cup he began softly stroking the soft platnium locks. He softly sung a lullaby he had once learned when he was young and Draco smiled as he drifted to sleep.

You got me

Searched the sand

And climbed the tree

And brought me back down

Harry thought back to how long it had taken him to accept that Draco was a good person. For some strange reason, he had always felt that the other boy had something hidden and when Harry had seen past the mask he had suddenly felt possesive. It didn't matter to him that he had hated this boy since he'd met him in Madam Malkins, he had decided he wanted him.

And all I can say

Is you blow me away

Looking at the now sleeping blonde was paradise. Harry noticed that his eyelashes were thick and curled gracefully, quite feminine, but the strong, pointed jaw was quite masculine. His small hands and long fingers also greatly contrasted with his muscular quidditch arms.

Draco seemed the only man in the world that could be described as both beautifully feminine and handsomly masculine.

Harry smiled as he leaned back against the window and drifted off.

Like an apple on a tree

Hiding out behind the leaves

I was difficult to reach

But you picked me

Like a shell upon a beach

Just another pretty piece

I was difficult to see

But you picked me

Yeah you picked me