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Draco's POV:

Dear God, despite him being my godfather, professor Snape's voice was enough to cause me an unending headache—it was nine in the fucking morning for Merlin's sake. It's not like i'm focusing anyway. My mind was completely in another dimension, thinking of someone who was no where to be seen in this class for some reason.

We have potions with the Gryffindoors, however, everyone seemed to be present except for him, and don't blame me for having a suspicious feeling in my guts.

He usually arrives pretty early when Granger tags along—I could see her at the back of the class with Weasley, but no sign of Harry.

He's probably late again.

I told myself as I got up, heading towards my partner's table—and thank Merlin it was Blaise. I don't think I could really tolerate anyone else at this point, despite him also being a dick.

"I'll grab the ingredients, stay here." He muttered as he left. Meanwhile I stood, placing my palms on either edges of the table, beginning to fade away into deep thought.

I still wanted to slap myself in the face for what I've done—or more likely what I've said.
However, there was a part of me that felt quite relieved to say the least; as if a weight had gotten lifted off my shoulders.

It did take me a while to finally let myself believe that I was not lying, even though the denial kept eating me up, I eventually came to terms and accepted the fact that I indeed am in love with the chosen one, no matter what that stupid voice in my head says. This was my chance... our chance, to finally allow ourselves to follow our hearts for once, because there was nothing standing in the way now.

And with that, as I awaited for Blaise to get back, my subconscious took matter into it's own hands and proceeded to reminisce a heartwarming memory from a couple of days ago.

~~~

"Potter I swear to Merlin if I get my shoes dirty I-" He shut me off by placing his index finger on my lips, gesturing silence. We were both underneath the invisibility cloak, trying not to make any sort of noise in order to not get caught since it was past curfew. He had dragged me out of bed to take me with him to God knows where, but hey, I'll do anything if it means I get to be around that goofy prick.

"We're almost there," He whispers as we silently walked.

"Why are we in the bloody forbidden forest?" I asked as soon as he threw away the cloak off of us—my eyes roaming the place as if it was the first time.

"Hey! The lake is my favourite place." He nudged me in the arm before pulling it, making me flinch as he led us on. "Come on, lay down with me." He said, tapping the grass beside him as he sat looking up at me.

"No, no- there's no way I'm sitting on that t-"  I didn't get the chance to continue as Harry forcefully pushed me down. I groaned and lightly hit him on the neck as he giggled hysterically.
Merlin, if I could hear him laugh for an eternity I wouldn't say no. It's just that finally seeing him so happy after all the shit he's been through makes my heart flutter in joy, because I know damn well that this boy deserves the world, and I'm willing to give it to him despite anything.

Damn, what have you done to me Harry Potter?

I kept staring at him as I shifted so that I was lying on my side. He was smiling at the night sky for no reason, and I couldn't help but smile too. His beautiful olive skin shone under the moonlight meanwhile his bright green eyes had gained their spark back once again. He's just too precious.

"You're staring, Draco." He teased, snapping me out of my trance.

"Shut up." I replied, warmness began forming on my cheeks. Laying on my back again, I sighed, letting my gaze admire the view of the dark sky that was filled with a million of shining stars. I still remember a time where we were in the same position, Harry and I, laying on the grass at midnight, however it was somewhere else. Now, the comfortable silence was enough to make the slight sound of water through the lake before us seem audible.

"This is weird." Harry began, not tearing his gaze away from above.

I took in a silent gulp, glancing at him for a split second than returning my eyes to where they were. "It- doesn't have to be anymore." My voice was unexpectedly low for some reason.

I wasn't looking, but from the corner of my eye, I could see his gaze on me, with a smile crept up on his lips.

And before I knew it, I sensed a cold touch on the skin of my hand, and I didn't flinch once. In fact, I took his fingers into my palm, squeezing them but in a gentle way.
Touching him was soothing.
It's all I ever needed.

And just like that, we remained there, in hold of one another, both of us in much need to pull away.

~~~

"You still there, mate?"
"Hello? Earth to Draco!"

I nearly jumped at the sudden tone that sensed me back from my trance. I looked over and saw Blaise with a bunch of ingredients in both of his hands.

"Sorry, got held away." I cleared my throat, trying my best to hide the grin from my lips at the memory of that night.

I disregarded Zabini smirking as he placed the stuff on the table, eyeing me with raised brows that held an expression of  'I don't believe you'.

"Worried about your little boyfriend not showing up I see?" He muttered, leaning a bit closer.

"Why, have you seen him?"

"No? Is he late again?"

"Probab-"

I stopped myself as soon as I spotted Granger with Weasley beside her, next to our table.

"I have to ask," She began, holding her book tightly in her hands, "have you seen Harry somewhere? I totally forgot to wake him up but I reckon he should be here by now."

"Uh- no- Draco also hasn't seen him." Said Zabini as he glanced at me for approval. Meanwhile I only nodded briefly.

Hermione scanned her eyes between Blaise and I; a worried expression was plastered upon het face, until Weasley spoke up.

"Well- where could he be other than a place in the castle? Let's not worry, perhaps we'll see him at lunch?"

"No, Ronald." Uttered the Gryffindoor girl in a hard tone, making us flinch. She then sighed deeply, relaxing her features. It was clear of how anxious she felt, and I couldn't blame her as I felt twice more. I mean, just because Voldemort is gone, doesn't mean there isn't any danger in the magic world, right?

"Alright fine," She finally said. "Keep an eye out for him."

—

"Class dismissed."

I made my way out of the classroom, not realising Blaise, Granger, and Weasley following behind me. However, what I did realise fortunately, was that Harry was not the only missing person in class.

I have not seen De Martel anywhere today.

And that indeed made a great job in adding to my suspicion.