Draco's pov:

Sighing quietly, I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. Making sure I looked okay, and then headed out of the slytherin common room. I made my way quietly to the Gryffindor rooms, wiping any sweat off of my hands.

To say I was nervous would be an understatement, I was absolutely freaking out. I had known about my feelings for Harry for years, always made sure to be extra careful as to not let him know.

Now that the war was over though, and me and Harry were friends, me and Hermione and Ron decided it was time to finally let everything fall into place. The way it should've if I wouldn't have let my father control me the past 17 years. I was very grateful for Weasel and Granger, I have actually grown quite fond of the couple. They were surprisingly very supportive of my feelings for their friend, and very accepting of welcoming me into their group with open arms.

Though I really didn't feel that I deserved it, they knew my past was simply because of my father and me being afraid to disobey him. Just afraid of him in general. Wasn't really an excuse for all the cruel things I did, but I was just a child. We all were just children, fearing for our lives. It's a sad reality, really. I have promised myself that now no matter how hard things get, I will be a nicer person. Even if it gets me called a hufflepuff.

I find myself standing in front of the Gryffindor common rooms, exactly one minute before I'm supposed to be meeting Harry there. I waited patiently, almost jumping when I saw the door swing open, and out stepped Harry Potter.

He smiled sweetly at me, "hello, Malfoy." I nodded, greeting the lad similarly, "Potter." He smiled again and I felt my heart flutter, this man is going to be the death of me. "Shall we?" I asked, and he nodded walking along side me.

"So what made you want to hang out with me all of a sudden?" Harry asked, his voice filled with curiosity and a bit of confusion. To which I replied, "Well Potter, now that the war is over, and we're free to finally be ourselves and be friends, I think that me and you could really start over and become good friends. All those years of fighting and pretending to hate one another-well at least me pretending to hate you-was tiring. Very tiring, if it hadn't been for my father, and how he forced me into the dark side, I would've been by your side the whole time."

He nodded carefully, and looked up at me, "you never hated me?" I chuckled lightly and shrugged, "no, I infact did not Potter. I was rather fond of you really, but kept up the act in fear of what my father and that no nosed bitch would do to me."

He chuckled at my name for Voldemort, and turned towards the wall. "What are you-?" I asked before the door to the room of requirements appeared. he reached out his hand, which I nervously took.. hoping my palms weren't sweating too poorly, and led us inside.

"Wasn't sure what your plans were, but I hang out here a lot nowadays. Figured it'd be nice just to hang out and talk since we haven't truly been able to." I nodded at his words and half smiled at him. "That sounds lovely!"

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Harry's pov:

I was absolutely a nervous wreck. Me and Malfoy were in the room of requirements, sitting on a couch and just talking. I slowly started to lose my confidence under his gaze, and he clearly noticed by his look of curiosity.

"Sorry I just.. after all these years.. I don't know I really thought you hated me." He smiled softly at me, and shook his head, ruffling my hair as he does. "I'm a good actor Potter, that's all it really was." I nodded, and fiddled with my thumbs. My face going beet red.

I sat there for a moment quietly, thinking about first year when he tried to shake my hand. "If I would've just taken your hand in first year maybe things could've gone quite differently." I said softly looking up at him.

"Oh Potter, don't hold on to the past so much. With my father, and my very annoying attitude and insults towards Weasley. I don't blame you one bit for not shaking my hand that day. Seeing as everything, well mostly everything, worked out the way it should have. Let's start over." He stuck his hand out before continue, "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." I chuckled, shaking his hand slowly.

"Potter, Harry Potter." I winked and chuckled at him, making fun of how he introduced himself in our first year here at hogwarts.

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Draco's pov:

A few hours later, we were finally laughing, and talking on and on about all of the good memories we do have, and of course some deep ones.

"I still couldn't believe it when I saw you on the ground, a-as a ferret!" Potter stumbled over his words from laughing so hard, which in return made me laugh. "Oh I was so embarrassed! I swore that day forward I was going to hate Moody forever! Though I truthfully didn't know he wasn't Moody at the time."

"What were you doing in that tree that day anyways? You always did the weirdest things." He asked, fixing his position on the couch to look at me. I blushed lightly, hopefully light enough he didn't notice, and shrugged, "trying to get your attention. As I always have."

He rolled his eyes, smiling softly, "You're an idiot, ferret boy." I chuckled again, glaring playfully at him. "Don't call me ferret boy!" I said poking his side, to which he started fucking giggling. GIGGLING! I raised an eyebrow, curiously, poking his side again.

He grabbed his side and glared at me, "don't!" I smirked and moved closer, "ticklish Potter?" (A/N "SCARED POTTAH!" Sorry sorry continue). He shook his head rather quickly, and I just laughed, beginning to tickle him.

He was laughing uncontrollably, "D-Draco Malfoy knock it off this instant!" He hollered, laughing so hard he had tears rolling down his face. I chuckled and stopped as he said my full name. Smiling softly at the boy, I ruffled his hair again.

"Sorry sorry! I just like hearing you laugh." He rolled his eyes and faked a gag, "don't be such a cornball Malfoy." I shrugged, putting my hands up in defense, "my bad, Potter!"

He sighed, checking the time and yawning, "maybe we should call it a night, as much as I love talking to you. I'm getting tired." I nodded in agreement, standing up slowly stretching. Watching Harry's eyes look me up and down. I blushed slightly, but didn't point it out as to not embarrass him or myself.

I helped him up, but didn't let go of his hand, intertwining our fingers. He blushed but didn't say anything, looking down. "I'll walk you back to your room, Darling." He nodded softly, following my steps.

When we reached the gryffindor common room, I turned to him. "Thanks for giving me a chance Potter, I had fun tonight!" He nodded in agreement, and made eye contact, "I had a good time as well. Thank you for inviting me to hang out."

We stood in a comfortable silence for a minute, before I pulled him into a slightly awkward hug, kissing the top of his head so lightly I'm not sure if he felt it. "Goodnight Potter."

He blushed a bright red, turning his face away from me. "G-goodnight Malfoy!" He exclaimed quickly before heading into the common room, fast as possible. Which just lets me know that he did in fact, feel it.

I just chuckled, turning to walk to the Slytherin common rooms. When I got to the dorms everyone was sleeping, thankfully. I went up to bed and laid down, thinking about Potter again. How beautiful the raven haired boy was. I was really hoping this all worked out, he was the most amazing person I'd ever laid eyes on. A small smile playing on my lips, interrupted by confusion when my phone buzzed.

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Harry: Holy shit he hugged me, and kissed the top of my head, and we talked for hours!

Mystery: Oh yeah? That's lovely Harry, but some of us are trying to sleep.

Harry: I'm sorry, you're the first person I thought to text. I'm just thrilled, maybe I do have a chance with him after all!

Mystery: Maybe you do, idk why you thought you didn't.

Harry: Well..

Harry: Because I'm me, and he's him.

Mystery: Yes how dare you be you and him be him.

Harry: He's just a lot better than me.

Mystery: Nonsense, you're amazing Harry.

Harry: Oh whatever, I wish I had his number though, I want to thank him again for tonight.

Mystery: I could send you it?

Harry: You have it?

Mystery: Sure it's *inserts number*

Harry: You're a dork, that's your number!

Mystery: Harry.. how painfully oblivious could you be.

Harry: What do you mean?

Mystery: Ugh, nothing. I'm glad you and him had a nice date. Goodnight princess.

Harry: It was not a date! I'm still confused though, why would you send me you're number when I asked for Draco's..?

Harry: Wait..

Harry: Wait a damn minute.

Harry: Draco Lucius Malfoy!

Mystery: Goodness that took you forever to piece together.

Harry: Wait that means? I've been talking to you! The whole time, about my crush and everything. How?

Harry: Hermione and Ron? Im gonna kill them, and you!

Harry changed 'Mystery' to 'Malfoy -_-'

Malfoy -_-: I'm sorry I'm sorry calm down.

Harry: No! I will not, how could you let me go on and on about you and you not tell me it was you I was talking to.

Harry: You know what? Shove off Malfoy! I should've known this was all an act.

Harry: Goodnight.

Malfoy -_-: Harry wait

Malfoy -_-: I'm sorry!

Malfoy -_-: Harry..

Malfoy-_-: It wasn't an act..

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Malfoy: Welp I messed up.

Weasel: Oh no.. what happened mate?

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A/N Well I guess drama awaits. Longest chapter I think I've ever written lol.

Date posted: 12/04/2022

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