Word count: 887 (sorry it's so short)

Trigger warnings: None

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"Potter." Malfoy sneered, looking the dark haired boy up and down. "What do you need Malfoy?" Harry replied tiredly, too over everything today to deal with Malfoy's shit.

"How many bloody valentines are you going to write yourself? Not that many people want you?"

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You're right, no one wants me. They want Harry Potter, the boy who lived. No one has ever wanted me for me, not even Ginerva."

Harry bit the last part roughly, him and Ginny had just broken up, after she kept trying to use his fame to her advantage. Ron and him weren't currently talking because of it, Molly and Hermione were the only two who seemed to understand Harry's side.

Malfoy was shocked by this reaction, and didn't say much else, "erm- right well I've got to go potter, bye?" Malfoy managed to choke out walking quickly over to Pansy.

"Well that did not go well, one I insulted him, made him think about his ex who used him, and found out that he hates all the valentines he's receiving because he feels no one wants to be with the real him." Draco has said this quickly, not wanting to piss Pansy off.

It was far too late for that, "you bone head, you had one job!" Draco put his hands up in defense. "I'm sorry okay, my letter is delivering any moment."

As if on cue, the owl Draco borrowed swooped down and dropped the letter and chocolate in front of Harry. The dark haired boy eyed it curiously, this letter was different than the rest.
The rest were super flashy and begging for attention, this letter was plain and simple.
He opened it slowly, beginning to read its contents.

Dear Harry,

This isn't something I would've ever imagined myself doing, but I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful.

Your laugh is my favorite sound, your eyes my favorite site. Whenever I'm around you I can't help but act like an arse, I'm sorry for that. I want to tell you how I feel about you face to face, and ask a very special question.

If you're curious, ROR after classes today.
Hope to see you then, pretty boy.

-Yours truly, a prat <3

Harry blushed, chuckling and shaking his head. He had a feeling he knew exactly who the letter was. He glanced over at the slytherin table, glancing at Pansy. She smiled and waved, he waved back cheerfully. All of the slytherins were friends with the gryffindors now. All besides a certain prat.

Harry was staring at Draco when he heard someone clear their throat. He looked at Ron, sighing, "look Ron I really don't want-"

"I'm sorry." Harry went wide eyed, looking at the ginger boy in confusion. "What..?" Ron shook his head sitting down, "I'm sorry, Ginny finally came clean about what happened. I just went into big brother mode."

Harry hugged his best mate smiling, "i understand, prat." Ron chuckled in response.
"Speaking of prat, I saw you shooting heart eyes at Malfoy. Gonna make a move."

Harry gave Ron the letter. "Wow he didn't even try to hide his identity there." Harry nodded, "I know, I mean I'm the most oblivious git in the world and even I knew."

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After their last class, Ron and Hermione patted Harry's shoulder. "Go get your man." Ron said trying his best to be supportive. He didn't really favor Malfoy still, but he had to make it up to Harry for acting like a prick.

Harry made a stop, getting some flowers from Neville first, and heading to the room or requirements. He focused on the thought of seeing Draco, and shortly after the familiar door appeared.

There stood Draco awkwardly, "erm hello." He coughed scratching the back of his neck. "Well hello there, pretty boy." Harry teased, handing Draco the flowers. "You knew then?" Draco asked blushing and thanking him softly. Admiring the narcissus flowers.

"You weren't very secretive, besides I was hoping it was you anyways." Draco blushed harder if possible, fiddling with his hands. "Well uhm, I'm not great with feelings and emotions but.. basically.. what I'm trying to say is I like you. I have for awhile and I'm sorry I was a prat this year but to be fair I was trying to flirt."

Harry chuckled, admiring how honest and real Draco was. There was never any bullshit with Malfoy. "I like you too Draco, a lot. Even if you're a prat. You're my favorite prat." Draco blushed again. Stumbling on his words.

"Will you?.. will you be my valentine? Merlin that was corny." Harry chuckled, walking over to Draco. He took his hand in his, "yes Draco I will be your valentine, and hopefully something more before the end of the year. We'll take it step by step." Draco smiled, actually smiled, and put his hand on Harry's cheek. "May I..?" Draco asked more awkwardly than any other question he'd asked.

Harry leaned in a little more, melting under Draco's touch. "You are my valentine after all." Harry teased, he didn't have a chance to smile as his lips met Draco's in a short, sweet kiss.

Finally after years of pining, Draco got his Harry.

"Happy Valentine's Day, ferret."

"Happy Valentine's Day, scarhead."