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Harry and Draco had been best friends since they could remember. Their mothers had been friends since school and attended the same college, never leaving each other's side. Over time, they became practically sisters and even had a double wedding, marrying on the same day, in the same ceremony.
Narcissa had her baby almost a year before Lily, who said she wasn't ready to have a child yet. However, after Draco was born, she fell in love with children and decided to try to get pregnant too. Three months later, she found out she was pregnant, which was the happiest news she had heard in a long time.
But not everything was smooth sailing, and unfortunately, the childbirth had complications. Lily lost a lot of blood during childbirth and died shortly after Harry was born. James, the father, was devastated. He loved his wife more than anything in the world and could barely cope with the loss. The only thing that saved him was his son. Harry's eyes were just like his mother's, and he always loved admiring him, remembering Lily.
Soon after Harry's birth, Draco was always with the baby. He never felt jealous when his mother wanted to visit the Potters' house to see the newest member of the family as often as possible and help James if anything happened. Malfoy loved going there, as he could always play with the little Potter when they visited.
Like their mothers, Draco and Harry grew up as inseparable best friends. Malfoy was a year ahead of Potter in school, so he always stayed close by in case there was any trouble.
Malfoy was always protective of Potter, fearing that someone might make jokes about his mother's death and blame him more than he already blamed himself. The elder always defended him when he got into any fights at school, which was quite frequent; the brunette seemed to attract trouble. After a while, people started to fear bullying him because they knew the high school guy would beat up anyone who dared to touch his boy. The older Malfoy was in his freshman year of high school, and Harry was in his ninth grade, which meant he couldn't spend as much school time with his best friend because he was advanced.
One night, Harry crashed a party of Draco's friends. He liked to attend parties that Malfoy went to, and vice-versa. People always knew they went together; they were inseparable. Of course, at first, there were a few people who complained, but they eventually gave up because they realized it wasn't worth it.
On that night, they were at a party in a club where they used to stay all night skateboarding with friends. Cedric Diggory, a "friend" of Draco's, more of a colleague, was also at the party. He was always blatantly hitting on the younger one, and the brunette didn't even notice, but Malfoy did, and it pissed him off.
Draco felt a strange tension in the air between him, Harry, and Cedric. The two were exchanging too many glances for his liking, and the blonde aimed to cut that off. While they exchanged affectionate looks, Draco looked Cedric with scorn.
He didn't know Diggory very well, but he knew he wasn't a good person, and his friends always warned him to be careful with him. Malfoy never cared much about it; he was the one feared by people, not afraid of anyone. He continued to enjoy the party casually, trying to watch every move Cedric made without missing anything. There was a time when Draco had to leave and go to the bathroom, and when he came back, he didn't see Harry anywhere. He was worried and started looking desperately around the club.
He didn't want to seem possessive, but the last time Potter was alone at a party with Draco's friends, it wasn't very good for him. The blonde was just worried.
He went to restaurants, football fields, and even in forbidden areas. He was almost losing hope when he remembered the most obvious place he could be, the skate rink. He ran there trying not to attract much attention and wasn't prepared for what he saw.
Harry and Cedric were on top of a place where skaters climbed with their skateboards, holding hands. They seemed to be having a comfortable conversation, and the atmosphere between them appeared pleasant. Draco felt as though something had just punched him in the stomach. It hurt, but he didn't know why. It was a feeling that he had been replaced. Wasn't he enough? Was he too boring? These questions echoed in his mind, and he disliked these feelings intensely.
He didn't allow himself to stay there for long, so he abruptly left in a desire to rid his mind of the image that made him feel nauseous. He tried talking to his friends to push away these thoughts, but it didn't help much.
After that day, things had changed between the two of them. Neither of them wanted it to happen, but Harry seemed more distant. He didn't talk to Draco as often, and the atmosphere was heavy, as if there was a barrier between them preventing them from talking like before. It was difficult to put into words what was happening between them, but it definitely wasn't good.
After a while, about a month later, Potter started spending more time with Cedric and didn't have as much time for Malfoy. Sometimes he made excuses, saying that he was studying, but deep down, Draco knew he was with the other guy. Honestly, not even when the blonde had his first fling was it like this; he had never left Harry alone. Friendship comes first, always.
One day, Draco had just gotten out of the shower and thought of Potter and everything he felt like saying to him. There were so many things, but he didn't have the courage to say them directly to him. Just as Malfoy began to have doubts about their relationship, Harry started seeing Cedric more often, preventing them from exploring their feelings further.
Unable to keep his thoughts silent in his mind, he thought it better to speak aloud, even if it was just to the mirror. Venting was good, especially to someone who wouldn't judge him, only listen, and didn't even need to give advice. Having someone to talk to about his confusing feelings was good.
"Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, not even love, but I want us to love each other as long as we exist. So please, stay with me. I don't know your feelings towards me right now, and we've been slowly drifting apart... I just wish everything could go back to normal, like it was at the beginning. I was eagerly waiting for the day I would hug you tighter than ever, because I really wanted to be with you. Our insecurities hold us back too much, and I didn't want it to be like this, I just wanted us to overcome all this and be happy. Anyway, I hope you find someone who loves you more than I do, and that you always fight against whatever difficulties may arise. Don't give up if love comes your way. I have so many things to say, but 'I love you' already says it all. Every cell of yours was made to be loved, and if I don't do it, may someone else. " He spoke slowly, looking at the mirror in front of him, wiping away a tear he hadn't noticed had fallen.
This desire to tell him what he was feeling was becoming stronger and he could hardly contain himself from saying it. But he knew that if he spoke now, everything could go downhill, and their relationship would end for good. It was better to wait and say it at a more opportune moment.
Draco wanted to be his, but he couldn't. He couldn't risk losing the friendship of the most important person in his life, the person who saved him. He would rather keep this desire buried in his heart than lose him forever. Choices had to be made.
"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner" he began to sing, with the bathroom echo helping with the intonation. "Breathing in your dust"... he crooned softly until he reached the chorus.
"I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours" he suddenly stopped and finished with a sentence he added himself that represented his feelings. "But I can't be yours."
He hated himself for wanting whatever it was that Harry and Cedric were having to come to an end. He didn't really know what it was, but he didn't like it.
The blonde was already tired of it, wanting more than ever for their relationship to return to what it was before. He was reading a book as usual when he had an idea to try to restore their old relationship. He didn't need to fully express his feelings, but at least regain their former closeness. He didn't want them to become strangers again, but now with memories. He couldn't afford to lose Harry completely.
Draco remembered a place they always went to, and there was no better place than to grab their skateboards and roam the streets, going wherever the wheels took them. They always did this when their parents were away or just lied saying they went to each other's houses and actually wandered the streets in the middle of the night.
Both knew it was dangerous and could get them into a lot of trouble, but you only live adolescence once. But they lived in a safe neighborhood, so there were fewer chances of bad things happening, it was safer. They always did things considered "crazy" by older people, but they didn't care much about what others thought and just did everything that came to mind.
Draco picked up his phone and sent a message to Harry, letting him know to meet with his skateboard in hand at a well-known diner in town. He was surprised that Malfoy was calling him to a diner at midnight, but he wanted to know what the blonde was up to. He replied after twenty minutes and agreed to meet him there.
Potter arrived at the place looking lost, he hadn't seen Malfoy yet and there were some suspicious guys talking in the back of the restaurant seeming to look at him. Draco soon saw him and got up from the table where he was sitting and went behind the brunette, giving him a fright.
"Stop scaring me, Malfoy!" he shouted, slapping the other's hand that was on his shoulders. "Do you want to give me a heart attack?" he asked, seeing the other start laughing.
"Come on, Scarhead.” Draco used that nickname with Harry, because one day they were playing together in the playground and Potter accidentally fell, forehead on the ground, making a scar with a lightning bolt shape on the right side of his forehead.
“Where are we going?” The younger one asked, looking away from the guys at the back of the diner.
“You'll see” Malfoy said, putting his arm over the other's shoulder. He saw that Harry seemed a little uncomfortable about the young men who were at a distant table. "What are you looking at?!" he shouted angrily at the guys.
The older one whispered something to the person next to him and crossed his arms roughly.
"What are you doing here? You fag" His friends next to him chuckled.
"Draco, let's go away," Harry called. "They're not worth it." He pulled him by the arm.
"What? Did you send your bitch to scold you?" He continued with the insults, this time including Harry.
Draco didn't care much when people directed words of hate towards him. He was used to it and preferred not to pay attention. However, when they involved Potter, he turned into a different person. They could insult him in any way, and he wouldn't care. But never, never do anything to Harry.
At that moment, Draco untangled himself from the protective arms of the brunet, pushing him back a bit, and strode quickly towards the back table.
"Never dare speak to him again, do you understand?!" he yelled, eyes blazing. "Never even look at him again. You don't have the privilege of breathing the same air as him," he said, voice hardening as he pointed his finger towards the young man's face.
The taller boy's friends were already backing away, and when he looked, only the guy in the middle of the table remained.
"Now that your lackeys are gone, and you don't have anyone to do your dirty work, do me a favor and get out of here. Or I'll do it myself, and you won't like the result," he said, slamming his hand forcefully on the table, maintaining eye contact.
The young man, who appeared to be around 20 years old, stood up in his chair, backing against the wall as far away from Draco as possible. When he reached a point where Malfoy could barely reach him, the blond stomped his foot hard on the floor, as if about to chase after him, causing the guy to run away as if his life depended on it.
Draco smiled in victory and went back to Harry, putting his arm around the younger boy's shoulders again.
"Where were we?" he asked as if nothing had happened.
"Draco, I've told you before, you don't always need to defend me. I can defend myself," Harry said, looking at him.
"I know, but I like defending you. It makes me feel like I'm doing something useful," he replied, head slightly tilted down.
Harry rolled his eyes and decided not to continue the conversation he was already used to.
"So, where are you taking me?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"I told you; you'll see. Just be patient. Now, let's order a pizza and we can go," Draco said.
Harry nodded and went to the counter, ordering a large mozzarella pizza that arrived minutes later.
"Ready, let's go," he said, handing the box to Draco to carry.
They walked with their skateboards under their arms, since the street was difficult to navigate, and the atmosphere between them was comfortable. It wasn't quite like before, but it wasn't as lifeless as it had been a few days ago.
It was difficult to start a conversation. Draco didn't want to mention Cedric at all, but he didn't know what else they could talk about or how to explain the reason for their meeting.
And Harry asked exactly the question Draco didn't know how to answer.
"What was the reason you called me here?" he asked casually.
Draco could tell the truth or make up some lame reason. But their friendship was based on trust, and they had never lied to each other, so he chose to be honest.
"It's just that... I feel you've been distant," he said, almost in a whisper. "And I don't want to lose you, Harry. You're the most important thing in the world to me."
Potter was speechless and didn't know how to respond to that. He never knew how to respond when Draco said these cute things to him.
"Draco, you know you won't lose me, right?" Potter asked, somewhat unsure. "Our deal, friendship comes first, right?"
"Right," Draco replied uncertainly.
"I know it's easier said than done, but I've never replaced you and I never will. Just trust me, that's all I ask, trust me."
That statement hit Draco hard. It was like that meant Harry and Cedric had something. It was as if he had taken a punch in the stomach.
The brunet didn't seem to notice that it had hit the blond, and just kept walking feeling the wind brushing his hair, making them move minimally.
When they left that narrow street, Draco lightly touched the other's hand and began to speak:
"I hadn't planned a specific place for us to go. I just wanted to invite you to something that was common between us and that meant something. I missed you, you seemed so close and so far away at the same time," he said, as if more for himself than for the listener.
Harry took his hand, intertwining their fingers, and stared at him trying to understand what he had just said.
Did Draco not know that he and Cedric didn't have anything special between them? The two were just getting to know each other and nothing more. Potter was indeed going out with him, but he didn't intend to have any romantic relationship with Draco's colleague, he didn't like him that way.
"Dray," he used the nickname he knew made Draco pay more attention to him. "You know Cedric and I don't have anything special, right? I'm not dating him, if we were dating, I'd tell you, you're my best friend."
That somehow made Draco feel like a huge weight had been lifted from his chest, even though Harry said they were just friends.
All Draco could do was nod and continue talking about the place they were in.
"Anyway, I've always liked wandering the streets at night aimlessly, and you know that because I made you like it too," he smiled, remembering the moment Harry asked him why they had never done that before. "And since it's night, almost dawn, I wanted to do it with you, since I wouldn't come alone."
"So come on, I know a place around here that's great for this occasion," Harry said, putting the skateboard on the ground and preparing to go down the steep street.
Draco still hadn't let go of Harry's hand, so he put the pizza under his arm and got on the skateboard, staying a little behind Potter.
The brunet saw that the blond was ready to go down, so he pushed off with his foot, gaining speed, dragging the other with him. The street was wide and empty, practically no cars to bother them. That was one of the advantages of skating on the streets at night; there was no one to hassle them, just them, the street, and the silence of the night.
Feeling the wind on his face from the speed was a feeling of peace and freedom, especially with another person behind you with a glint in their eyes upon seeing you. It was one of the best parts of doing this, the emotions.
Sometimes you're so busy thinking about family problems, school, that you forget to take time for yourself. This was how they found a way to escape reality, forget their problems even if it was just for a few hours or mere seconds. Being together, in that place, as they always did, it was as if nothing bad could happen to them.
Harry was so excited at that moment that he couldn't help but shout, raising his arms to enjoy the descent more, trying to stay balanced so as not to fall off the skateboard.
Draco followed his movements, raising his left arm, which was intertwined with the smaller one, repeating the shout the other had given.
They were almost reaching the end of the street when Harry didn't see a loose stone in the way and accidentally passed over it with the wheel, losing balance, falling to the ground and taking Draco with him.
He burst out laughing when he saw that the pizza had flown and was now all over Draco's head. The blond's face was covered in pizza, miraculously not a single piece had fallen on the ground, and it was all on his head.
Draco didn't find any humor in it; it was his hair they were talking about!
"Harry!" he yelled looking at him with a stern face. "Stop laughing at me!" he exclaimed, looking at the brunet who was writhing with laughter. "Just look at my hair! It's going to get all greasy and you'll have to buy me a new shampoo. It's your fault this crap pizza fell on me."
"Let me clean that for you," Harry said getting up, getting closer to the blond who was still sitting on the ground.
The brunet crouched down, facing the taller one, and looked at that face all covered in pizza that was running. He moved further to the front, with his hand with just an inch between the two and tilted his face, opening his mouth and eating a piece of pizza that was covering the blond's face.
"Hmmm, this pizza is delicious!" he said licking his lips, cleaning the grease that was left on them.
If anyone saw them at that moment, they would think the two were mad, but they didn't care. They were happy together, and that's what mattered.
"You..." Draco tore the pizza off his head in one motion, dropping it into the half-open box. He pushed the younger one who was in front of him, causing him to fall backwards on the ground. Draco went over him, looking at the mischievous smile the other gave, and that made him give a slight smile, which was very well hidden in his fake angry face.
The hearts of both were pounding heavily as Harry wet his lips, looking from Malfoy's eyes to his mouth and then back to his eyes again. Draco was easing the weight off his arms when he heard a loud noise that sounded like a horn, coming from behind them. He quickly got up, pulling Harry along, running to the corner of the street.
Potter didn't even have time to properly process what had just happened and simply went along. When the car passed, they realized it had crushed the pizza, leaving a mark of car dirt and a crushed box.
"Damn it! We lost the pizza," sighed Harry sadly, looking at the food that had seemed delicious before, now ruined on the ground.
"We could have died, and you're sad because we don't have pizza anymore?!" Draco exclaimed.
"Well..." Harry began to say, but Malfoy interrupted by bringing his hands to the other's belly, tickling him.
"No! Not tickling!" Harry pleaded, almost breathless from the tickling, as he was someone who felt it a lot. He thought it was unfair that Malfoy didn't feel ticklish, so there was no way to take revenge.
The blonde ignored what the other said and continued with the same movement, moving his fingers to Harry's armpits, knowing that was where Harry felt the most ticklish. Spending a lifetime with someone did have its advantages.
Harry tried to free himself from the other's hands, but Draco was determined to make him suffer through it.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, stop it right now!" Harry exclaimed, and using Draco's full name made him stop. That was the only thing that worked.
"Alright, alright," he said, raising his hands in surrender.
"Now you'll have to buy me another pizza," Potter said, picking up the two forgotten skateboards from the ground and hopping on his own, taking Draco's with him.
"Hey!" Draco exclaimed. "Give me that back, walking is too exhausting," he dramatized.
Malfoy agreed to buy another pizza for the two of them. After that, they went to an abandoned playground with only a dim streetlight, which most people said was haunted, but they had spent many nights there, making it Potter Malfoy property.
Draco headed for the merry-go-round and left the pizza box open in the middle of the ride. He gestured for Harry to sit in front of him, but the younger one went to sit beside the blonde, pressing their hips together. He reached out to grab a slice of pizza and stared ahead, lost in thought.
They had formed many memories in that place, like Harry's scar, family picnics, and afternoons spent together with not much else to do. After all the memories built there, it had become a very special place for them, especially since there was a beach practically next to the playground.
It was possible to hear the waves crashing and the sand moving in the wind. The sky was clear of clouds with a full moon shining brightly, surrounded by stars.
Draco grabbed a slice of pizza and directed a question to Harry, "Do you remember when we went to the Arctic Monkeys concert?”
"Oh, that was one of the best shows of my life," Harry replied, remembering the moment. "You were singing like crazy," he added with a laugh.
"Hey! Don't talk about me because you were just as wild, maybe even more than me," Draco retorted, lightly punching the other's arm.
"Okay, you win," he said, patting his right arm. "But that day was really great; I want to go again someday. Hearing you sing 'R U Mine?' that way, so electric, like it was your life, was incredible."
"And you singing 'I Wanna Be Yours,' was terribly off-key, but you were happy, and that's what mattered."
"I would give anything to be there again," Harry admitted.
Potter's words gave Draco an idea; perhaps Harry thought he was a bit much, but it was worth a try.
"I want to hear you say: You're mine," Draco began to sing, looking at Harry.
"Well, are you mine?" Harry caught on to what he was doing and continued with the song.
"Are you mine tomorrow?" Draco stood up from the ride and pulled the younger one, holding his hand.
"Are you mine?" He swung his leg off the ride and stood in front of him.
"Or are you just mine tonight?" He looked into the deep emerald eyes before him.
The blonde caught the smaller one off guard and lifted him onto his shoulders, holding him firmly so he wouldn't fall. Harry stretched out his arms and felt the light night breeze on his face; he really loved that feeling.
Draco walked with Harry still on his shoulders, to the wall in the playground that gave a perfect view of the beach and the stars at the same time.
So in case I'm mistaken, I
Just wanna hear you say: You got me, baby
Are you mine?
In my mind when he's not right there beside me
I go crazy, 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself, all I
Wanna hear him say is: Are you mine?
"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina, I will never rust. If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot. You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours." They sang together.
They changed the song, singing "I Wanna Be Yours", which fans say is the response to " R U Mine?". They both had their legs dangling in the air, side by side, watching the moon reflect on the sea.
"Let me be your electric meter, and I will never run out. Let me be the portable heater that you'll get cold without." Draco sang, putting his coat over the younger one's shoulders. "I wanna be your setting lotion."
"Wanna be" Harry asked, getting into the mood.
"Hold your hair in deep devotion” Draco continued.
"How deep?" At this point, Harry's cheeks had a slight blush.
"At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean."
“You´re so cheesy, Dray" Harry said, genuinely laughing.
"You said you'd give anything to be at that concert again, and since they won't be touring anytime soon, I made our own private show, which in my humble opinion, was much better than the original." Draco replied, nose in the air.
"Yeah, this was like our intimate show. No drunk people interrupting or shouting around us. Just, me, you, the streets, and the silence of the night," Harry admitted.
They got off the wall and decided to go to the swing they used to go to. They did the usual: Draco sat on the swing and Harry sat on his lap facing him, nestling his head on the taller one's shoulder, wrapping his arms over the other's. Harry pressed his lips against the soft skin; he liked being in that position with Draco, he felt safe there. Malfoy gently swung, with one arm around the smaller one's back, making sure he wouldn't fall, and the other arm holding the swing chain to give more momentum.
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
The sea breeze along with the restless night birds singing made the atmosphere lighter. Looking sideways at Harry's silhouette in front of him, Draco realized he couldn't live without his boy. Because eternity with Potter isn't enough, two seconds without him are like two months, and that's too much. He felt Harry give a genuine smile and could be sure it was the most real and true smile he had given in a long time. And Draco was certain about his feelings, he wanted to be his, more than ever.
“It was now or never; life is too short to waste time with insecurities or fear of admitting your feelings to the person you like. It´s possible to wake up dead the next day and not have fulfilled my dreams. Live for now. We're all going to die, and no one will remember, so fuck it.” Draco thought.
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours
"And I just ask you, are you mine?" Draco asked touching the younger one's shoulder.
Are you mine?
"I want to be yours." Harry replied raising his head from the taller one's shoulder and looking into his eyes. The green in the gray blue. At the same time a strong wave broke on the beach.
I wanna be yours
Draco leaned his face, brushing their noses. The moonlight illuminated the dark night. But nothing compared to the brightness of the emerald green iris in front of him. Nothing compared to the shine of his Harry.
They were just enjoying each other's cozy embrace, then Draco joined their lips, breaking the distance between them. He started with a light kiss, to see if Potter approved or not, then when he felt the younger one open his mouth asking for more, he invaded the other's mouth with his tongue, passing through every place slowly, so they could enjoy every second.
Harry put his arms around the other's neck, intertwining his fingers in the blonde's hair, asking for more friction. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouth. They had to stop because of the lack of air, feeling each other's panting breath.
Draco was like the happiest boy in the world. He hadn't lost his best friend and had managed to express his feelings, which were mutual. He tucked a brown strand that was on Harry's forehead behind his ear, making it possible to see the lightning-shaped scar on the other. The one that had formed there, in the place of their first passionate kiss.