Now that the window was clear, Harry realized he could clearly see Draco's prone figure on the floor inside. He took a deep breath and sailed in, just squeezing through the open window.

The room was dim and quiet and Harry could see tendrils of vines creeping around the bottom and sides of the door, telling him that the way in and out was still blocked. He knelt by Draco's side and checked his neck for a pulse, then brushed his hair back from his forehead. His heart squeezed and he was forced to admit to himself that he really had fallen for his Slytherin rival. As terrifying as it was, he had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy.

He flicked his wand and levitated Draco over to his bed, settling him gently with his head on the pillow. He fiddled with his wand, chewed his lip, and tried not to be nervous about what he had to do next. Like before, he knew how this story ended.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and grasped Draco's hand in his own, gazing thoughtfully at the sleeping boy. Maybe, he thought, just maybe Malfoys and Potters could mix after all.

"You're a prat," he said aloud. "I don't know why I couldn't have fallen for someone who is actually nice to me, someone who has been nice all along. Why do I have to fall for you when you've been as mean as you have? Why do I have to find it in myself to forgive you?"

Draco didn't stir. His breath was so faint that the rise and fall of his chest was nearly imperceptible. Harry could hear nothing of their classmates outside.

"But the fact remains," he murmured, brushing Draco's hair back again, "I have fallen for you. And that's terrifying, because no one truly gets a fairy tale ending. I don't care what this spell does, it can't change life forever. So I'm going to kiss you, and maybe you won't wake up because it turns out I'm not the one you were looking for. And that will be awful because someone else will get to kiss you and be your true love.

"But what's scarier is that if you love me back you will wake up. And then the spell will be done and it will be on you and me to work it out, to make it stick day after day. And I don't know if we have that in us." he sighed and rubbed his eyes miserably. "Maybe Ginny is right. I don't trust people. I don't trust you to be different, and I don't trust me to get over the past. I'm too scared to do this because I don't trust either of us not to hurt each other."

He slid his hand across Draco's chest, and his heart beat faster at the intimate contact. "Then again, if we never try, we'll never find out if we can be happy together," he scooted up the bed and trailed his fingers across Draco's collarbone, then up his neck, then caressed his cheek with his thumb. "I would hate it if it turned out that we could be really great together but we never tried because I was too scared of failure." He gently ran his fingers through Draco's hair and caressed his ear. "So I guess I have to trust us both."

He closed his eyes and leaned in and, his heart pounding so hard that he could scarcely breathe, he touched his lips to Draco's and kissed him.

Draco's chest swelled as he drew in a breath and his eyelids fluttered open. He blinked once and without a word he reached up and drew Harry back down to his mouth and kissed him again. Harry complied, relief flooding his body as he realized belatedly what this meant. Draco had awoken. He loved Harry back.

He pressed deeper and opened his mouth, and Draco responded by lickng between his lips and meeting his tongue. Harry shifted on the bed without breaking the kiss and laid next to Draco on the single-width mattress. They curled their arms around each other and stroked with insistent fingertips as their mouths worked in perfect unison. Draco ran his hands through Harry's hair and moaned as Harry pressed their hips together.

Then Draco was lifting Harry's shirt, and Harry was unbuttoning Draco's trousers and clothing was being discarded in earnest. The room was awash in the sound of heavy breathing and mouths working across skin, and then they were naked and pressing as much of their bodies together as they could. Harry whimpered as Draco's cock pressed against his own and he squeezed the other boy's arse in the hopes of preventing a retreat.

Draco rolled over so that he was lying on top of Harry and nested his legs between Harry's knees. He kissed his way down Harry's neck to his chest and rolled his tongue across his nipple. Harry arched his back under his touch and gasped at the electric sensation that shot through his limbs.

Draco guided Harry's hand to his cock, then gathered a handful of Harry's member in his own fist. Harry's body quaked at the velvety heat beneath his fingertips and was overwhelmed by the erotic flood of need that surged through him. They stroked and thrust, grinding against each other with growing urgency, mouths gasping and tongues tasting and sweat forming a slick sheen between them. Draco dipped his head and lapped at Harry's neck and Harry bit Draco's earlobe and their free hands grabbed handfuls of anything they could reach. The heat rose, and Harry thought he might sob for the sheer uncontrollable ecstasy of it.

Draco lifted his head and gazed straight into Harry's eyes, his expression transcendent and his hair plastered to his forehead. He was more beautiful than Harry could bear, and before he could slow himself the gathering orgasm uncoiled like a spring, catching him in its whiplash and rocking his entire body. He came so hard that his breath stopped and he was unable to even shout. Draco moaned long and loud and came then, grimacing and gasping as he spilled everything he had between them. Harry's muscles finally released, allowing him one yelp as he gasped desperately for air. Draco collapsed on top of him and they wrapped their arms around each other so tightly that there was barely enough room between them to catch their breath.

Finally Draco lifted his head and rolled to the side so Harry could cast a quick clean-up charm, leaving them refreshed and free of cum and sweat. Draco looked at him wonderingly but didn't speak. Finally Harry shrugged.

"So," he said. "I think I love you."

"Yeah," Draco nodded. "Me too."

"Since when?"

"I don't know, a while."

"Why were you up here?" Harry reached out with one tentative finger and brushed Draco's forelock back the way he'd always wanted to. When Draco leaned into his touch he couldn't help smiling.

"I snuck in to see if you had the other wingtip shoe," Draco's cheeks flushed. "That was you at the party, right?"

"That was me," Harry nodded.

"You told me your eyes were really blue."

"I was worried you would be cross if you knew it was me."

"Cross?" Draco shook his head. "If I'd known it was you we could have bypassed all of this nonsense." He leaned in and kissed Harry gently. Harry's heart skipped a few beats. "Show me."

"Show you what?"

"Put the shoes on and show me that they fit."

"You still need proof?" Harry smirked. He traced his fingertips down Draco's arm, raising goosebumps all over his skin.

"Need it? No," Draco groaned gratefully. "But I want to see it anyway."

Harry kissed him again and rolled out of bed. He retrieved one shoe from his footlocker and scooped up the other one from where it had tumbled out of Draco's satchel. He shoved both feet into the shoes and stood, otherwise naked, in the middle of the room.

"That's quite the look," Draco propped himself up on his elbow. "Who am I kidding, I'd shag you senseless no matter what you were wearing."

"Would you now?" Harry grinned. "Remember Ron's formal robes from fourth year?"

"Unfortunately yes," Draco wrinkled his nose. "But I'd still shag you. Do you know how shaggable you are?"

"Do you know how shaggable you are?" Harry slipped the shoes off and stowed them in his foot locker. He dove back into the bed and kissed Draco deeply again. They kissed for a long time, hands stroking, tongues reaching, bodies moving together.

"For Merlin's sake, can we come in yet?"

They popped free and stared at the door. The vines and thorns were gone. As one they scrambled for their clothing and got dressed, then ran to the window to look outside. The beanstalk was completely gone. Harry rushed to the door and yanked it open, startling at the sight of Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Headmistress McGonagall, along with half of Gryffindor house behind them. None looked particularly amused.

"Is it done? Are you two madly in love yet?" Ron asked. "I'd like to change my clothes if you'll let me into my own room."

"Is it over?" Harry stepped back and allowed him to enter.

"It looks like it," Hermione said. "You came in and a few minutes later the beanstalk and all of the thorns and vines disappeared at once."

"Is what over?" Draco asked, peering at Harry suspiciously.

"The Fairy Tale Love spell," Headmistress McGonagall said. "And yes, it appears to be fulfilled."

"You knew about it?" Hermione's eyes bugged out.

"My dear, once every few years a student stumbles across that spell and tries to use it to find love," Professor McGonagall sighed. "It's not usually this persistent, however. I was worried that beanstalk would become a permanent fixture."

"You cast a spell on me?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"No!" Harry protested. "They cast the spell on me. It was meant to find my true love. You just sort of," he shrugged, "had to come along for the ride."

"You could have just asked me out," Draco said dryly.

"No I couldn't."

"I know," Draco's expression softened. He reached out and took Harry's hand in his.

Neville made a strangled sound in his throat and tried to cover it with a cough. Ginny patted his arm sympathetically.

"I know, Longbottom," Draco sighed. "But we'll all get used to it, I promise."

"Everyone who is not an eighth year Gryffindor male, please exit at once," Professor McGonagall shooed them towards the door. Harry allowed himself to be dragged out by his hand and for once he was actually happy to go along with Draco's bossiness.

They clattered down the moving stairs, which were now free to swing about without vines getting in the way. It was too early for supper, so they simply wandered around for a bit, reveling in the sensation of walking hand in hand. Finally out on the breezeway Draco stopped and pulled Harry in close. He gazed into his eyes for a moment and shook his head.

"Am I really allowed to snog you whenever I want to now?" he asked.

"Well, yeah," Harry grinned sheepishly.

"That's madness, Harry," Draco's voice ducked as he used Harry's proper first name. "You know I'm likely to abuse that power."

"Then abuse it, Draco," Harry tugged his hand and couldn't hold back a grin as the other boy obediently pressed in for a kiss.

"So now what?" Draco released him and leaned against the stone archway with his arms crossed. "What do we do now?"

"I think we do what all fairy tales do at the end," Harry said. "We live happily ever after."