for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “heartstopping” (T, 400 words) for @coffeedrgn87, who requested that this “heartstopper business” be “drarrified for [their] reading pleasure so [they] can have a meltdown over gay crisis harry” I hope this works.
Harry checked that none of their classmates were around before hovering his hand over Draco’s upturned one. His magic gathered in his fingertips, reaching out for Draco’s. It sparked, energy sizzling between them and waking Draco.
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He yawned, looking soft in the glow of the fire, so cuddly.
“It’s okay,” Harry managed, swallowing around the confession that had been caught in his throat for weeks.
“You missed out on all the party games.” Draco pulled his hand back, picking at the chipped black nail polish on his thumb.
“I didn’t want to play anyways.”
“We could play something, just us?” He looked up hopefully at Harry. Merlin, I am so gone for this boy.
“Sure.”
“Truth, No Dare?”
They started out tame, skirting around heavier topics, until Harry recognized the opportunity for what it was and gathered his courage.
“Your turn,” Draco said.
“Okay, erm. Do you have… a crush?” Harry stared into the flames, nervous to hear Draco’s answer.
“Yes,” Draco whispered.
Harry whipped his head around. “Who?”
“Not what you asked.” Draco smirked.
“No fair!” Harry jumped on Draco, tickling him through the ratty t-shirt he’d stolen from Harry the week prior.
“No, Harry! Please!” Draco begged, giggling.
Harry stopped, realising that he was straddling Draco. They were both breathing heavily.
“Which… girl do you have a crush on?” Draco asked quietly, staring up at Harry.
“Who… said it was a girl?”
Draco’s eyes widened. “Boy?”
Harry’s breath hitched. No going back now.“You?”
“Is that a question?”
“No, I mean… you. I have a crush on you.”
Draco froze.
Fuck. Harry scrambled off Draco’s lap. “It’s stupid, forget I said anything—”
Draco cut him off with a kiss, cupping his cheeks so he couldn’t escape. Harry reciprocated after only a moment’s hesitation, Draco’s lips soft and sure against his own.
Draco pulled away. “I like you, too, idiot. I didn’t know if you were gay.”
Harry’s mouth curled up on one side. “I think I’ve slowly been coming to terms with maybe… being bisexual? There’s this blonde git—”
Draco swatted his chest. “A very handsomeblonde git, I’m sure.”
“Veryhandsome,” Harry agreed. He paused, staring too long at Draco’s smile before deciding fuck it and leaning in to kiss him again. He could’ve sworn a breeze kicked up in the room, swirling around them, pushing them closer together. Magic.
