Harry's Sudden Realisation
Harry's hair fluttered in the warm summer wind as he leant up against the oak by the lake and watched the giant squid flop lazily in its crystal waters. It was St Valentine's Day and Harry felt like expressing his love for a change. Harry's hand lay on his thigh, lightly tapping his fingers as he pondered a thought - a strange thought - that had penetrated his mind like a needle. Harry was in love. He was in love with the boy walking by the lake. He was in love with Draco Malfoy.
The sudden realisation played on his mind and Harry didn't know what to make of it. He knew that he loved Ginny Weasley, but he felt this strange attraction towards this worst enemy. His platinum blonde hair and stormy grey eyes that pierced your soul every time you looked into them, Harry longed for. He felt a strange urge to embrace Draco, kiss him and then run away with him. It wasn't like him to feel like this, but he couldn't fight the feeling. He gazed at the graceful, masculine figure that dragged a long stick in the water and watched the ripples. Harry never realised how gentle and serene Draco was until he watched him that day.
He had been having awkward dreams about Draco too. Erotic dreams where Draco straddled his hips and kissed his chest and lightly went down on him, at this time Harry woke up feeling horny and sweaty and had to retreat to the window to cool off in the breeze. He dreamt that he was touching his masculine and defined chest and hips and… the 'rest' of him. It felt confronting to Harry that his mind could create such images and fantasies and that he actually enjoyed them. The thing that was annoying was that if he told Draco about his feelings, he would laugh at him. But, at the same time he felt compelled to tell him and kiss him to the point of buggery.
But there would be no point of the story if Harry did not tell Draco how he felt.
So, Harry ran over what he was going to say in his mind before running his hand through his hair to make it sexily messy and brushed down his shirt. He could do it; he'd done it to Ginny. But Ginny isn't a man! He thought. Draco a man. It sounded masculine and sexy. Harry was ready. He was going to tell Draco.
He walked over to where Draco played with the water with his stick and Harry lightly tapped his shoulder and the pure blooded beauty turned around. Harry expected him to scowl but his face lit up and he smiled at Harry.
"Hi," Draco said serenely. "Finally, we can talk without your –or my – minions."
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "Listen, I've got to tell you something. I think I love you, Draco"
Draco shuffled and then smiled.
"Really, Potter? Well, isn't it fitting that I love you too."
And with that, Draco pulled Harry into a long and passionate kiss. He sucked on Harry's bottom lip and Harry sighed in relief. Draco was amazing.
"Well, now we've got that out of the way, how are we going to reveal it to the others?" Draco asked.
"Ahh, maybe just kiss in front of them and see what they think," Harry laughed.