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“You really mean that?” Potter asked. The longer Draco stared at him, the more he found himself unable to speak. So he just nodded. The smile that was plastered on Potter’s face moments after made Draco’s heart jump repeatedly, as though it was doing a happy dance. It only intensified when Potter took his face in both hands and pulled him into a soft and slow kiss. Draco couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

Even if his own sappiness made him cringe a little bit, it was true. Everything he had ever wanted was right here, holding him in his arms.

Friday, 25 July 2003

Draco looked at the clock when he heard the fireplace roar to life, a smug grin on his face. Potter was punctual. It made him feel giddy. He couldn’t help it.

“Great, you can stay right there,” he said as he entered the parlour.

“What?” Potter looked confused.

“There’s somewhere we need to go.”

“Where?” Potter asked.

“It’s a surprise,” Draco said, pushing Potter back into the fireplace.

“But how will I be able to go there if I don’t know—”

“I’ll do it for you,” Draco interrupted him. He waited until Potter had found his balance. He looked wary.

“We’re not going to see your mother, are we?” he asked.

Draco’s lips stretched into a smirk. “You can stand up to the Dark Lord but you’re afraid of my mother?”

Potter gave him a dark look that was more teasing than serious.

Draco chuckled. “Ready?” he asked. Slowly, Potter nodded. Draco took a pinch of floo powder, trying to calm Potter with a smile. It almost seemed to be working. Until…

“Hogwarts, Headmistress McGonagall’s office!” Surprise and apprehension flashed across Potter’s face before he vanished. Draco lost no time, stepping into the fireplace himself immediately, to follow Potter.

“Ah, there you are,” McGonagall said, a warm smile on her face.

“Headmistress,” Draco nodded in greeting. He took in Potter’s tense shoulders, the way he was wringing his hands.

“Please, sit down.” McGonagall gestured to the chairs in front of her desk.