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The common room was quiet, the last embers of the fire flickering lazily in the hearth. Harry sat on the couch, his legs stretched out, glasses slipping down his nose as he absently toyed with Draco’s fingers.
Draco, comfortably curled up against Harry’s side, let out a soft sigh of contentment, his head resting on Harry’s chest.
It was late, but neither of them felt any real urge to move.
“You’re staring” Draco mumbled without opening his eyes.
“Am not” Harry replied, his voice full of amusement.
Draco cracked one eye open and smirked. “Are too.”
Harry chuckled, shifting slightly to press a lazy kiss to Draco’s temple. “Maybe a little.”
Draco huffed but didn’t move away, instead pressing himself even closer.
“Well, I suppose I can’t blame you” he said airily “I am rather devastatingly handsome.”
“Oh, absolutely” Harry agreed, dragging a hand through Draco’s soft blond hair. “I mean, who wouldn’t be completely enamored with the sight of you drooling on my shirt?”
Draco lifted his head immediately, his eyes narrowing. “I do not drool, Potter.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Mm-hmm.”
Draco swatted at his chest but didn’t move away when Harry caught his hand and laced their fingers together.
“You’re an insufferable git,” Draco grumbled.
“And yet, you love me.”
Draco paused, his expression softening. “Yeah” he admitted quietly. “I do.”
Harry’s teasing smile faltered into something warmer, something real. He lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to Draco’s knuckles, lingering just long enough to make Draco’s breath hitch.
“Good,” Harry murmured. “Because I love you too.”
Draco blinked at him, the firelight casting a warm glow over his pale skin. “That’s the first time you’ve actually said it.”
Harry tilted his head. “Is it?”
Draco nodded, looking a little stunned. “Yeah.”
Harry frowned slightly. He hadn’t meant to hold back. He supposed, in some way, he thought it had always been obvious.
But seeing the way Draco was looking at him now, equal parts vulnerable and completely enchanted, he realized maybe the words had mattered more than he thought.
“Then I guess I should say it again” Harry whispered, pulling Malfoy even closer. “I love you, Draco”
Draco inhaled sharply, then surged up, pressing his lips to Harry’s in a kiss that was all warmth and happiness, all unspoken words made real in the way they fit together.
When they finally pulled away, Draco rested his forehead against Harry’s.
“You should say it more often,” he murmured, eyes still closed.
Harry smiled, brushing his thumb over Draco’s cheek. “I will.”
Draco exhaled slowly, melting against him. “Good.”
They sat there for a long time, wrapped up in each other, safe and warm and completely, undeniably happy.
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