It was a normal Friday evening.
Draco snuck into my dorm with the invisibility cloak I'd lent him and we were snogging on my bed, the Gryffindor red curtains concealing every lust filled kiss.
Don't ask me how we ended up like this, it was only a kiss but it started a tsunami of make out sessions. Then snogging turned into a date, and dating turned to a relationship. Naturally a relationship brought love. But I could never say it. Not when he still shoves me in halls and won't even let me hold his hand under the table in potions class. The arse. Not that it angers me, It just confuses me. Why does he want it this way? Malfoy, always wanting to be the centre of attention suddenly has a golden opportunity to do so thanks to the golden boy. Yet he won't take it. I don't mind hiding us. I just never imagined Draco would want it that way.
I slowly began to unbutton his shirt, mine already crunched on the floor as he tugged through my tangled raven hair.
"Harry. Don't." He says. I look up into his unreadable mercury eyes. I stop.
"Why?" I ask shyly.
"I-..." He stumbles and stutters. He never stumbles. He never stutters. Malfoy is the picture of pretentious perfection. Always.
"I just don't want to ruin our innocent little saviour." He winks and I kiss him harder. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt again and pulling it off. I run my hands over his chest. Scarred.
Scarred because of me. It pains me to know I almost took his life. The life of the most beautiful man in existence. I expect an insult to escape his lips now. Some form of payback. Maybe he'll pull his shirt back on and leave just to spite me for a while.
"Harry. Stop." Meekly, weakly.
"What is it?" I look at him with gentle caring. He looks down nervous.
"The scars..." There it is. The insult. It's coming. I mentally prepare a comeback...
"Why do you want me?" I look at him in shock. He's the hottest and richest guy in the school, every girl in Slytherin wants him. He's kind and adorable if you really know him, but he'd probably argue if I said that. 'Malfoy's are not cute Potter.' would echo in his pompous but all so loveable voice.
"Draco, why wouldn't I?"
"I'm a Death-Eater. I'm a prat. I'm a pretentious dick with a Dark Mark and scars and you're the gorgeous Chosen One." I blush.
I've always known he wasn't as confident as he tried to look. His eyes become less unreadable, fearful but still covered by counterfeit strength. He's not a Death-Eater. His scars are my fault, but they show his power to overcome. He's absolutely breathtaking.
"Draco, a Dark Mark doesn't make you a Death-Eater. You don't want to be one of them, I know it. I know. You don't have to be. That mark doesn't define you, your actions and your beliefs do. Your scars are no different than mine. You're not a prat, Malfoy's a prat and it's hot anyway. The Draco I know,
The Draco I-....I like. The Draco I kiss, is the loveliest man I know. You're sweet and kind and wonderful. And so very beautiful. You're stunning." I run my fingers through his hair and he lets a tear slip. He lets his walls down and it makes me fall in love with him even more.
"I didn't know you had feelings though." I say jokingly, trying to at least get a glimpse of his pristine smile as I wipe his tear away. He giggles slightly, Merlin he's adorable.
"Draco, I gave you those scars...." I look into his eyes again. "I'm so sorry. You know I would never hurt you intentionally. Not like that. Never again. Draco, I could never hurt someone I love-" I stop myself.
"Y-...You love me?" He looks hopeful. He looks happy. He looks up at me like he's longed for this. His walls are forgotten and I smile at him knowing I finally knocked them down.
"I love you." I whisper.
He kisses me softly and I kiss him back. It's long and he melts into my arms and I hold him as close as I can. He cries a little.
I feel my heart sink at the sound. The toughest and most falsely arrogant person I've ever known. A heart attack in a pile of hair gel. A breaking beauty hidden behind classic smirks.
"I have scars too." I whisper.
"Yeah, badass battle scars." He sniffs and smiles slightly into my neck.
It's a bit odd, holding him like this. Holding a crying Draco Malfoy. I could never imagine it. But it still feels so right, having him in my arms.
"Yours are too. You survived the pain they brought you. You survived the hatred that Dark Mark made you feel for yourself. If that isn't a battle I don't know what is." I kiss his head and he looks up at me with tear stained cheeks.
"Harry." I expect a kiss or the 'I love you too' I've been waiting for.
"You're such a sap." I roll my eyes playfully and kiss him.
"I love you. All of you. Your scars, your mark, all of it.
It's okay to feel insecure. It's okay to not have walls around me, I promise I'm here for you."
He looks down doubtful.
"How could you love my Dark Mark? It's the sign of your enemies, I know I'm not one of them inside but I still-..." I cut him off by grabbing his arm and kissing all along his mark, worshipping every part. He looks at me like I'm some sort of saint. 'Saint Potter' I can hear it now.
"Because it's part of you. I love you and trust you. You are not my enemy, Draco. You're my love."
"Harry."
"I know, I'm a sap, I know I'm cheesy, but just listen to me-..."
He kisses me to get me shut up.
"I love you so much Harry."
I look into his eyes, his mercury eyes so filled with love that I never want to look away. Merlin, all I want is him. I really want him.
"I'm your love Harry, and I'm really happy-" He kisses me again, slightly hard. "I am." Another kiss. "I love you so very much, I promise I'll let my walls down. I'll let you in."
He winks slightly and we start snogging again, every kiss filled with more and more passion.
I can't say I remember much else, only sleeping next to him. No nightmares insight. Only me and my Draco. His head on my chest, peacefully listening to my heart beat as Ron opens my bed curtains to wake me up for breakfast. He screams and shuts them quickly. I can almost feel Draco's proud smirk.
