“Draco?” Harry called as he wandered through the house.
“I left some papers in my office and need to check my stores again, I’ll return shortly” Draco called back shortly before the whoosh of flames. Harry has opened his mouth to tell him, he loved him but closed it with a roll of his eyes.
Padded through the house, his bare feet quietly slapping against the wood. He stood for a second, lost in the moment. The house was eerie in its silence. The only noise to be heard was the scratching of the apple tree branches in the back garden blowing in the wind. Harry took a deep breath before wandering into the study.
He looked at the manuscript on the desk and sighed. He knew it needed to be read, and Hermione wouldn’t give him much longer. The complete and honest autobiography of his life so far. He didn’t think he could bear it, but Hermione thought it would be an excellent textbook; a complimentary addition to the DADA classes now being taught at Hogwarts. She said, just as she had when they’d formed the DA, that people needed to know what it was like and how easily power could be manipulated.
After a quick glance out the window and seeing the rain told him he wouldn’t be able to use the quidditch practice excuse. He sighed again and plopped down in the chair. He turned the first unbound page and began to read.
As Harry’s eyes skimmed the page, reading about the early life of Tom Riddle, a flash of light caught his eyes. He glanced up and felt the strangest feeling of Deja vu. A cupboard door stood ajar and within was a shimmering, pale blue light glinting from behind the dark oak wood.
Harry swished his wand and the doors swung open soundlessly and the pensieve floated serenely forward. Harry watched in rapt curiosity as colours and figures swirled in the liquid-like smoke within. Draco’s face appeared, tear-stained and dirty and younger than they were now. Harry recognises the face being from the battle.
He gritted his teeth and made a decision, he pushed his head forward and felt his word melt away as the strange, misty world formed around him.
He landed gently onto, what he could only assume was one of the Slytherin dorm beds. The set up was virtually the same as the Gryffindor counterpart however instead of a circle, the beds ran down the length of one wall.
“So, Potter,” Pansy drawled, jerking Harry from his thoughts.
“I know!” Came Draco’s reply.
“That’s unfortunate!” She murmured again, rolling over in Draco’s pristine bed. She lay in her pyjamas, twiddling with one of the ‘Potter Stinks’ badges. “Can’t say I hadn’t noticed, though”
“Really? Salazar!” Draco cursed as he messed with his hair. “What am I going to do?”
Harry watched, Mesmerised by the blond before him. He was shorter and leaner than he remembered and his features more pronounced and pointier. His hair had been exceptionally white. Harry couldn’t believe the difference between his Draco and the Draco before him.
“Tell him!” Pansy said glancing up at him before her eyes returned to the badge.
“I value my private parts!” Draco replied tartly.
“You asked for my opinion!” Pansy murmured with a shrug “if you like him, you should ask him out”
“As I said, I want to remain intact!” Draco threw himself down on the bed next to Harry, covering his face with his hands. “He’s just-“Draco groaned, Harry’s face flushed at the sound. “Merlin, Pans! He drives me crazy! Everywhere I turn, he’s there! His bed hair looking as though he’s just had the night of his life. I just want-“he groaned again as he cut off what he was about to say.
Pansy laughed “Making noises like that makes me want to give you a moment alone so that you can get him out of your system” she sat up
and looked at him. “Seriously though Draco, you either tell him or forget him! If you tell him you father will find out, he’ll more than likely disown you, you need to decide if Potter means that much to you.”
Draco cried out again, in frustration this time. He sat up and Harry could see the look of misery in his face.
“He is worth it but he would hex me as soon as look at me. Seriously, can you imagine? ‘Hi, Potter! Fancy going to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? I would like to buy you a drink,”
“And push you against the wall and snog your face off and get married and have Malfoy-Potter babies,”
“Pans! This is serious!” Draco threw himself down again with a heavy breath. “He thinks I hate him because I’m such a fabulous actor, I don’t see anything for it, I will have to keep up the charade and try and ignore my wants” Pansy Snorted.
“I’ll let you have some time to yourself while you say goodbye to Potter!” She rolled her eyes as she left the room. Draco sat up and let the tears slide down his face, a look of anguish and hopelessness in every angle of his body.
“I leave you alone for five minutes!” Harry heard Draco’s voice and realised that real life was calling him back. He stepped out of the pensive and felt the mist wash away. Draco, looking older but so much more refined, stood in front of him and Harry felt like he was seeing him anew. He pushed forward, ignoring the disapproving look on his face as he pressed their lips together. After a moment Draco kissed him back, melting into the kiss, the rigidity of his shoulders disappearing, and Harry tried to kiss the love into him. “What on earth has gotten into you, Potter?”
“Sorry, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? I will let you buy me that drink, and if you want, I will snog your sublime face off and we can talk about babies afterwards” Draco’s face looked confused before recognition dawned.
“You- Pansy- Salazar!” Draco covered his face.
“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to pry, but if it’s any consolation, you got me anyway, and your bits are still very much intact!”
Draco snorted but smiled. He tentatively held out his hand. Harry took it and smiled broadly.
“Come on then, let’s go get that butterbeer!”