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“I think I might like Draco” Harry was sitting on the middle of his kitchen having a huge crisis.
“Mate, I hope so.” Ron was leaning on the counter eating his chips like he wasn't aware of this super huge life-changing problem.
“Ron. You don't understand.” He looked with pleading eyes. “We are talking about me liking Draco Malfoy. As in like like. Naked and dating type of like.”
“Mate.” Ron sit next to him. “I don't know why are you making a bit deal about this. You two are practically married at this point?”
No. That wasn't true. Okay, maybe it was true that he and Draco were most of the day together but that was because they worked together and have similar likes and just happened to like the same coffe shop. But...but. He didn't like Draco yesterday and, suddently, that morning when he came to pick him up with that fluffy white jersey he ran away to the toilet because the desire to kiss him was too overhelmed and didn't undertand were came that from. And Draco knocked at his door and asked him if he was okay and he wanted to cry.
“You don't undertand, Ron. I wanted to kiss him.” Oh well thinking of kissing made him want to kiss the blonde more and more.
“Mate.” He put his hands on his shoulders. “You and Malfoy have been daiting for months, don't know what are you talking about. Didn't you realised or what?” He laughted but turned abruptly serious when Harry didn't. “Harry you...you know you are together, right?”
Harry shaked his head. No, They weren't together. Draco didn't even like him that way. It was true that...maybe he noticed some things about the blonde. He was surprisingly funny, in a sassy way, and smart, and hard-working, and his eyes were beautiful, and he was soft, and caring and, fuck, his hands were big and always warm and his smile. Man could iluminate the world just smiling. And, well, yes, he had eyes and yes he saw maybe once him naked because things and maybe he did notice that fine piece of ass but BUT he didn't liked Draco the other day. Right? It was just that he loved his friend in a friendly way, not that he wanted to lick his neck or something.
Oh fuck.
Did he like Draco? Oh shit.
“Maybe you should call him and talk? It seems that there some confuse information out there, mate. Everyone thinks you two have been together for a while.” He stood up. “Have to go back home.” He kissed his head. “Call him.” And he was gone.
Oh shit well. Yes. Of course he should call Draco...and tell him what? “Hey I just realised I want to hear you laught forever and make sexy things with you?” Shit.
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Harry was nervous and it was making him nervous, too. The “hey we need to talk” message was not something usual from him.
“So...”
“I like you” Harry said abruptly. “I...” he turned to face Draco. “I really like you, Draco.”
“What?” he gasped.
“I understand if you don't feel the same but I just realised that I really really like you.”Harry eyes were fixed in his and he was sure he could just jump of happiness. He has been in love with him for months, but thought the other only saw him as a friend. He started laughing but Harry hurt eyes stopped him. “Forget it.”
“No!” He caught Harry when he was standing up. “Harry. My beautiful and lovely Harry.” He giggled and stroked his cheek. “I've been in love with you for a while.” the dark haired man looked at him with those green eyes wide open.
“What??” He shaked him. “Why you didn't tell me??” Oh my god. So he liked Draco and Draco liked him back. The realization made him smile brightly.
“I thought you didn't want me, honestly.” He put their foreheads together.
“Didn't want...?” What the fuck. He had been thinking of kissing Draco for days. “Draco.” he took a long breath. “You don't have idea how much I want you.” He chuckled. “I mean, it's not only physical. I like you for who you are. I love your mind.” How could he have been unaware of his feelings when all he wanted to do is hug Draco and make him smile forever?
“Can I kiss you? Please? I've been dreaming with kissing you for too long.”
Nothing in his life had prepare him for the feeling of kissing Draco Malfoy. His lips were too soft to be real and, somehow, he tasted like pineapple. The kiss was slow, tender, and Harry was sure that he finally found that what the poems talk about.