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Backseat of the theatre, the soft light from the screen, whispers, secret touches between them, shoulders touched, and hands held together, "Perfect date, no?"
A knot forms in his throat.
Oh, this is what he has wished for over the years and now he has it, "Mhm, it's a perfect date because it's with you."
Draco rests his head on his shoulder and the sound of the movie dissolves. It's his own world in the back of the theatre where it's just them. Harry and Draco, "I love you."
It's the center of all the prose he has read over the years, the words that hold a thousand other words with it, "You do?"
"I do, I love you." Draco spoke into his ear in a soft whisper, and it sends shivers down his spine, "I love you - I will spend hours in the back of the theatre with you when you want to. I will drink coffee with you when it's midnight. I will write you a hundred sonnets and through it all, I will love you."
"You rehearsed that, didn't you?"
It elicits a soft laugh out of Draco, and he buries his face into his shoulder, "Yes, I did."
Harry brushes a kiss over the back of his hand whispers the words that have been in his heart for years, "I love you, too."