Song- Safe and Sound

Harry stopped laughing, green eyes fixed on Draco. "What?"

"You're beautiful." Draco felt the knot in his stomach tighten.

"Do you- do you like boys?" Harry asked, face twisted in shock and confusion.

"No."

Harry's face fell.

"Just you."

Harry's eyes widened, flicking up to meet Draco's. His lips parted slightly in surprise.

Draco swallowed, praying he wasn't reading the signs wrong. He reached out and carefully took Harry's hand, lacing their fingers together.

Harry didn't pull away. He looked entranced, his eyes fixed on Draco's as if he was his everything. His lips were still parted, his cheeks flushed, his hair messy from laughing and messing around.

He looked perfect.

Harry's free hand tentatively rested on Draco's waist, his fingers softly curling into the fabric of Draco's shirt.

Draco lifted his own free hand, placing it delicately under Harry's jaw and tilting his head up slightly.

This was the moment everything could come crashing down. The world could burn, the people could scream, the houses could combust, and Draco still wouldn't be able to look away from Harry's beautiful green eyes.

He leaned forward, begging Harry not to run away or scream or hit him.

Harry did none of these things.

In fact, Harry leaned forward as well, until their lips were a breath away from each other, barely separated by their own doubts and fears.

Draco pushed those doubts and fears aside, closed his eyes, and kissed Harry.

And God, it was heaven. Harry's lips were soft and perfect, and he was kissing Draco back tentatively, as though he was afraid Draco would pull away at any second. It was fireworks and smiles and sunshine and everything good in the world.

Draco could never go back after this. Harry was his friend, Harry was his lover, Harry was his future, Harry was his everything. 

He pulled away reluctantly, opening his eyes.

Harry's eyes were still shut, his hand fallen from Draco's waist. His fingers were still interlaced with Draco's, however.

"Open your eyes," Draco whispered.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want this to be another dream."

He dreamt of me? "It's not a dream, Harry."

"It feels like one. You could never like me. I'm a commoner. A peasant. You're royalty."

"You're beautiful."

"Stop it," Harry whispered, but his grip on Draco's hand tightened. "Please let me have this dream while it lasts."

Draco wanted to promise him this dream could last forever, but they both knew he couldn't promise forever. 

So instead of saying anything, Draco simply kissed him again.

Harry gasped softly, but kissed him back. His hand, instead of returning to Draco's waist, gently ran through Draco's hair.

Draco pulled away once again, and this time, Harry opened his eyes. A smile graced his beautiful lips.

"Your hair is soft," he murmured.

"So are your lips."

Said lips curved into another smile. "I don't believe you. You should test it again."

So Draco did.