never let me go

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Hozier – Like Real People Do

"Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do."

Harry and Draco were laying on the grass at their secluded study spot by the lake, gazing up at the leaves above them, their hands joined between them. Draco was playing with Harry's fingers, his thumb stroking the back of his hand, and Harry let his eyes drift closed.

They had woken up in each other's arms as usual, but they had also kissed until it was time to go to their separate morning classes. After which, they had met up here and kissed some more. Harry couldn't get enough of it, and he was so happy to finally be able to call Draco his, even though they hadn't really put a name to it yet. However, he felt like they didn't need it – he knew that Draco felt the same way he did, and that was all he needed.

"What's your Patronus?" Draco asked from beside him. "I just realised you never actually demonstrated in class."

Harry opened his eyes and looked over at Draco, who was watching him curiously. "A stag."

"Oh. Fitting," Draco said with a bit of a smirk.

"Shut up."

Draco laughed, and Harry basked in the musical sound of it. "I actually went and had a chat with Dumbledore this morning," he went on. Draco hummed to show he was listening as he kept playing with Harry's fingers. "I wanted to ask him why he seems so intent on me taking over his class, and he said that that's basically what wants me to do."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"He said he's only filling in here for a year and he doesn't want to stay longer than that, and he thought that I should consider taking over the role since I'm skilled at Defence."

"What did you say? Would you actually consider doing it?"

"Well, I've been thinking for a while now that I don't want to be an Auror anymore. And I haven't ever really considered being a teacher, but when he said it, I remembered how much I enjoyed teaching the DA in fifth year..."

"Ron and Hermione also said that you were really good at it. And I can say firsthand that you're good at teaching," Draco said with a grin.

Harry laughed. "Yeah, so I guess I am considering it."

Draco squeezed his hand. "That's great. I think it's a wonderful idea. Props to Aberforth!"

They both laughed at that, and Harry let himself get lost in his thoughts once again. "Hey, Draco, when you asked about coming out... where you actually asking for yourself?"

Draco looked thoughtful as he considered. "Sort of. I guess I kind of always knew that I wasn't straight, but I repressed it because my parents had all these pureblood expectations. I was supposed to marry a pureblood woman and carry on the Malfoy name, but..."

"That wasn't what you wanted," Harry said.

"It just never felt right. But I know what I want now." Harry turned his head just as Draco closed the space between them and captured him in a kiss. It was slow and tender, like he was showing Harry exactly what it was that he wanted. When they broke apart, Harry couldn't take his eyes of Draco's misty grey ones, content to stay like that forever. "I don't know if I'm ready to come out as gay yet though," Draco said, pulling Harry out of his daze.

"Yeah..." He shook his head a little to clear it. "Of course, I understand. Whenever you're ready."

Draco gave him a small peck. "Thank you."

"Although, that means we'll have to keep our hands off each other this weekend."

"What's this weekend?"

"Ron and Hermione suggested another drinks night, and they've already got everyone else on board."

"Did you say we were coming?"

"Not yet, I wanted to ask you first."

Another grin spread across Draco's face, and it made Harry's heart leap in his chest. "Of course I'll come."