Happy pride month!!

Based off of something I saw on Tumblr. (Depicted above)

maybe we are...
maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people
maybe we're not meant to be
maybe we are satellites
maybe we are the lucky ones
maybe we're friends maybe we're more
maybe we are all cabinets of wonders
maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people
maybe we're each other's soulmates

Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people.

Harry studied his boyfriend. Theo's smile was bright, brown eyes focused on Harry.

He was happy.

Harry wasn't.

He had never felt as though Theo was the one for him.

But Theo was so good to him, so sweet and amazing and happy all the time.

Harry didn't deserve Theo.

But he had him, and he was going to stay with him, because Theo was happy.

Maybe one day, Harry would be happy too.

Harry allowed his eyes to flick past Theo for a brief second.

Draco was sitting at the Ravenclaw table with Terry Boot, head resting on one hand. As Harry caught him staring. grey eyes quickly darted away, returning to his own boyfriend.

Harry didn't dare allow the thought to enter his head, that maybe Draco had been staring at him. He had probably been zoning out.

Draco had a boyfriend.

So did Harry.

Maybe they were supposed to meet the wrong people, because maybe him and Draco were once meant to be, but fate had twisted and not allowed for them to ever become close enough to become lovers.

That was how the world worked.

Harry would have to find a way to deal with it.

Maybe we're not meant to be.

Draco watched Harry and Theo from his own spot at the Ravenclaw table.

Green eyes suddenly flashed toward him, and Draco quickly glanced away.

"Draco, you alright?" Terry asked quietly.

"Not really," he murmured. He had promised himself to always be honest with his boyfriend. "I don't really wanna talk about it."

"I'm here for you," Terry replied softly, but returned to his food. He knew when to give Draco space, and Draco appreciated it.

He really didn't deserve his boyfriend.

But his own eyes went back to rest on Harry, his smile, his green eyes, his black hair, and Draco sighed softly.

He was in love with Harry Potter.

But they were not meant to be. Harry was with Theo. Draco was with Terry.

He wished that they had talked after the war. Perhaps they would have become close, friends, maybe even more so, but fate had cursed them.

Maybe they weren't meant to be, but Draco was in love with Harry James Potter.

Maybe we are satellites.

Harry was noticing a pattern over the weeks.

Everywhere he turned, he and Draco seemed to run into each other. It was almost as if the castle was trying to force them to be near each other.

"Sorry," he murmured after accidentally running into Draco as he had gone too fast around a corner. "I wasn't looking."

"Happens a lot lately, doesn't it?" Draco joked, helping him up.

"It's like we're satellites that gravitate toward each other," Harry sighed as he collected his things.

"What are satellites?"

"I'll explain it to you another day," Harry replied without thinking, and mentally hit himself. Him and Draco weren't even friends.

But Draco smiled widely at him. "I'd like that."

Maybe they were satellites, and maybe they were supposed to gravitate toward each other.

But Harry wouldn't allow himself to think of that. He couldn't get his hopes up.

Maybe we are the lucky ones.

Harry Potter was his friend.

Draco marveled at the thought.

It had started with Harry pulling him out of bed in the middle of the night to point at the sky and the small, blinking light that was out there, and whispering "that's a satellite."

They had started going out every night, at first to see if they could find more satellites, but then it just became to hang out.

And Harry was with Theo during the day, and Draco was with Terry, but at night, Draco liked to pretend that Harry was his.

Just for a few hours, he could pretend Harry loved him back.

On nights when Draco was lucky, Harry's eyes would fall from their gaze at the sky to meet his, green eyes glittering in the starlight.

Draco always felt like his heart stopped when that happened.

But he noticed when he did the same, gazing at the sky and then at Harry, Harry seemed to stop breathing.

Maybe they were both the lucky ones.

But Draco didn't dare hope for that. He couldn't allow himself to be broken.

Maybe we're friends, maybe we're more.

Harry loved being Draco's friend.

It came with the perks of starlit nights, of glowing silver eyes, of moonlit smiles and laughter echoing throughout dark fields.

But it came at the price of tight chests, of hiding blushes, of turning away when Draco looked so beautiful that Harry found himself unable to breathe.

But Harry started to notice things.

Just little things along the way. Draco's breath would catch when Harry would smile at him, grey eyes would often be on Harry while Harry's were at the sky, Draco's hand often brushed against Harry's softly, before pulling away with a murmured apology.

Maybe they were just friends.

But maybe they were more.

Maybe Harry could dare to hope.

Maybe we are all cabinets of wonders.

"I have a secret to tell you," Draco whispered to Harry.

Wide green eyes met his own grey ones. "Yes?"

"I broke up with Terry."

Draco didn't miss the way Harry's breath caught. "Why?"

"I don't love him."

There was a pause, before Harry murmured. "I don't love Theo."

Draco stared at him. Harry had never really opened up to him. The boy was like a small cabinet of wonders, locked away and quiet, and now he was open, vulnerable. Draco would have to be careful.

"Then why are you with him?"

"Because the boy I'm really in love with doesn't love me."

The thoughts were so similar to his own that Draco nearly gasped aloud.

Maybe they were similar.

Maybe they were both cabinets of wonders.

Maybe they were in love with each other.

Draco hadn't realized how close he was to Harry until now. Close enough to feel Harry's soft breathing on his cheek. Soft enough to see the stars reflected in green eyes.

Close enough to kiss him.

But Draco forced himself to back away a bit. Harry still had a boyfriend. And he probably wasn't talking about Draco anyways.

Maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people.

Fast-paced footsteps on hard wood flooring.

Theo's brown eyes raising to meet Harry's. "Hello, love."

"Theo."

Theo's smile faded. "What's wrong?"

Deep breath.

Eye contact.

Steady breathing.

"I want to break up."

Sharp inhale.

Wide eyes.

Shaky breaths.

"Why?"

Tight fists curling into the fabric of his shirt.

"I'm in love with someone else."

Warm hand reaching out and taking Harry's.

"Thank you for being honest with me."

Parted lips.

Surprised eyes.

Blinking fast.

"You're-you're not mad?"

Sad smile curving across lips.

Brown eyes softening.

Tear slipping from his left eye.

"I could never be mad at you."

Relaxed shoulders.

Shaky breath out.

Hand tightening around Theo's.

"Thank you."

Head tilted.

Smile falling.

Letting go of Harry's hand.

"Go find your man. And never let him go."

Harry nodded, standing up and walking away. He was perfectly aware of Draco's eyes on him the whole time, of the blonde standing up and following him out of the Great Hall.

Maybe they were meant to meet the wrong people.

That didn't mean they had to stay with them.

Maybe we're each other's soulmates.

Draco's heart was racing as he burst through the door of the Great Hall, only to see Harry leaning against the wall in the hallway, watching him.

"What happened?"

"I broke up with Theo."

"Why?"

"Because I think you're my soulmate."

Draco inhaled sharply, shocked.

Harry stepped closer, green eyes full of fear.

"Maybe we're each other's soulmates," Draco breathed.

The fear fell from Harry's eyes.

And Draco kissed him.