I'm so so sorry for taking so long. My exams are going on and apart from that it's me being lazy. Sorrryyy.

Onto the story then!

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His gray, silvery eyes glistened with something that could be described as curiosity. However, Harry knew better than that. He could easily gauge his worst enemy and his best kept secrets through his expressive yet masked eyes. No one would even bat an eye at the condescending smirk of his high demeanor — they were quite used to it.

But Harry did.

Hell, he spent hours just gazing at Malfoy's fragile yet string frame, contemplating his life decisions. Pitiful, he thought. But it wasn't as if he could help it. Observing Malfoy, scrutinizing his subtle features always came natural to Harry. Since first year. And still it is, now that it's their sixth year together.

He vividly remembered the day–the very moment–when he refused to take Malfoy's hand, back in their first year. He couldn't fathom why he did that though, and brushed it off as an instinct. He preferred to avenge his redhead friend's insult than take his hand. He also brushed off Malfoy's possibly strange, dare he say, rejected look, in the matter of seconds.

And Harry is clueless, why those repressed memories resurfaced all of a sudden, and hitting him in waves. Maybe he consumed a little too much of Butterbear this evening. Unless it made no sense why Draco Malfoy of all people, decided to attack major parts of his brain at midnight.

"I need to take in some fresh air," Harry sighed, running his hand through his usual messy hair, in a vain attempt to straighten it. Failing. Yet again.

Harry rubbed his eyes to keep him from falling asleep anytime soon. Putting on his glasses, and of course, his invisibility cloak, he tip-toed down the stairs to their common room. There, Hermione seemed to have fallen asleep on the couch. With an open book and Crookshanks on her lap. No surprise.

Suddenly, Hermione's face contorted into that of a tortured look as the words slipped out of her mouth, "No, don't just copy my Potions homework! I've taken ages to complete it, Professor Snape's gonna kill me!"

Even in her dreams. Harry stifled a small chuckle and crept through the door, more carefully as to not awaken the Fat Lady or his quiet night stroll would no longer be what you call 'quiet'.

He walked lazily along the corridor, trudging down the stairs which moved under his feet. After a vigorous battle of 'yes' and 'no-s', he decided to hit the astronomy tower. He needed some fresh air to distract his mind, clogged with none other than Draco Malfoy.

Once again, the aged stairs shifted under his feet as Harry made his way up to the tower. Someone passing by (possibly Filch), gave a suspicious grunt, then brushed the feeling off a gust of wind swishing past Harry flickered his light. But Harry sweared, that Mrs Norris could see right through him. Harry heaved out a relieved sigh when the duo went away, and continued walking up.

The stars seemed to shine a little too brightly when Harry made himself comfortable on the cold, hard floor. Not easy. The darkness inside the place made it impossible for any sight and Harry did miss the presence of a second person in the tower.

Everything seemed to be peaceful and calm until the sound of someone breathing beside him, had Harry startled. He scurried away, making an obvious sound of surprise. Also, making the second person know about another person's presence.

"Who's there?" It sounded too familiar, without its snarky tone, too much like.....Malfoy? That was not only in his mind, as apparently, Harry said that out loud. Wrong move.

Harry covered his face with the palm of his hand, but of course, it was too late.

"Potter?" Came a surprised reply.

Harry—as well as Malfoy—seemed to ignore the fact that they recognised each other by the mere sound of their voices. Harry even worse, by Malfoy's scent.

"What on merlin's sake are you doing here?" Surprised, they gasped in unison. Of course, who would anticipate to meet their arch enemy at 1 am, that too in the astronomy tower. Romantic.

As if.

"You go first!" Again together. Since when do they have this habit of talking together? Since first year? But it's not surprising, considering they were arch nemesis.

"Ok. First of all, be fucking visible!"

"Fine, you don't have to curse! Merlins beard, won't this thing come *struggling* fucking off?" Harry struggled.

"Look who's cursing now, good ol' Potter."

"Shut up! What is this why can I not see anything what on earth—" Harry was saying.

"Could like shut up for a second Potter?" That shut Harry up, and with an annoyed huff, Malfoy whispered, "Lumos."

A soft glow of white light appeared on Malfoy's wand-tip *cough no pun intended cough what am I saying sorry* and illuminated the space between. It seemed Harry was not standing too far from Malfoy; actually, they were standing only few metres apart.

In the dim light from Malfoy's wand—and with the stars shining in the vast space above them—Harry found Malfoy more striking than usual. There it was again, butterbear thinking. But Harry couldn't help but admire the blonde's sharp and elegant features. Not that he thinks Malfoy is actually good looking. Nah, it's just hypothetical examination. At least that's what he calls it.

"Are you going to take that bloody whatever thing you're wearing?" Malfoy clicked his tongue, breaking Harry's hypothetical examination. Well, all thanks to Dumbledore for gifting him an invisible cloak, it gives him more chance to carry on his examination of a certain someone without that certain someone noticing.

"Right," And after another few minutes, managed to take the thin piece of clothing off.

Malfoy took in Harry's small frame as Harry's eyes met his.

Was Harry's eyes this green? It was all the talker boy thought gazing into Harry's eyes.

And Harry, on the other hand, suddenly (a second time that night), found Malfoy to be so fucking beautiful. And for the second time, blamed it all on the butterbear.

"Should....we......sit?" Harry covered his face in embarrassment at his own awkward comment. Why is he like this?

"Sure."

Harry sighed a sigh of relief as Malfoy didn't seem less awkward. Well, what do you expect, when two people literally hating each other since first year, meet in Astronomy Tower of all places and that too at 1 am. Things just couldn't get any better.

But the thought of talk was long forgotten, as the two boys sat in a peaceful silence, observing the starry night. The heavenly sight fascinated Harry as much as it did to Malfoy.

"That is the pole star," Harry broke the prevailing silence, why he did was a reason unknown to him as well. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"I know." Malfoy wasn't looking at the stars, he was too busy looking at his brown haired scarhead in front of him. Harry's fingers were brushing against his own, leaving tingles in his wake, and as cheesy as it sounded, the butterflies in his stomach were having a party. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to intertwine their fingers. It was as if he was in a trance, but he loved it. He loved Harry's messy hair that was sticking out in all directions, he loved his eyes that seem to shine brightly every time he sneaked a glance at him, he loved his lips which seemed oh so tempting, he loved his warmth. He loved everything, everything of a person called Harry Potter.

The sudden truth dawned in him and Malfoy jerked a few centimetres away from Harry, placing a hand over his heart. His head was spinning, he could feel his heart thumping like crazy, but he couldn't help it.

He was fucking in love with Harry Potter.

Why has it never occurred to him that all these years he had been in love with him? He understood now, all those snarky comments directed towards Harry was his way of getting his attention. What other way could he have done it? It wasn't as if Weasley and Weaslette would let him near Harry. The former hated Malfoy's guts and the later was infatuated with Harry. Which leaves him to be more away from Harry. And not to mention Graner. She'd kill him with her looks if that was possible. He never wanted it. To be Potter's enemy, to be hated by him. He understood now, what it all was about. All this time, in the name of hating Potter, all he did was love him. Unreasonably, deeply, madly, he didn't know. Why does it have it have to be him of all people? Why did he have to fall for freaking Potter?

"Malfoy?" Suddenly, Harry asked, softly, a concerned expression smeared on his face.

Malfoy shut his eyes tightly for a second, as if contemplating something. And he wasn't thinking when he pressed his lips on Harry's. But when he did, he couldn't pull away. He felt light headed as he just placed his lips on his, without moving, only taking in Harry's intoxicating scent, and maybe even waiting for Harry to react.

Malfoy expected all—a slap, a punch, a kick, might even be a killing curse, but not even in his wildest dreams did he expect Harry to wrap his arms around his neck and pull him closer to him. That's when he lost it all. He pressed more closer to the smaller boy, deepening their kiss, taking in all that was Harry. Their breaths mingled, their taste in each other's mouth, and Malfoy felt as if his heart was going to explode.

He was kissing Harry Potter, and the best part of all, Harry was kissing him back. He felt a light push on his chest and pulled back for a second only to find Harry's hands holding him back. So much about Barry kissing him back.

"What was that all about?" Harry had a blown, clueless look on his face, and yet all Malfoy could focus on were his lips that just ravished. Malfoy kept quiet, not sure what on earth he'll answer to that. He just couldn't tell that after humiliating and making fun of Harry for five long years, all this time he just wanted attention. That would sound too weird, even to him. Hell, he just understood not a few minutes ago that he loved Potter.

"Why did you k-kiss me?" Even though Harry was trying his best to look a bit angry and schooled that Malfoy kissed him without his consent, but Malfoy could see the blush creeping up his neck and up to his ears. Cute.

"Because I wanted to. You just looked so.....umm......beautiful....so—" Malfoy stuttered.

"Wait. Come again? You? Draco Freaking Malfoy finds me beautiful? Interesting." Harry had a smirk on his lips that Malfoy didn't like one bit and it gave him a sudden nervousness. Kind of like he was going to do something that he didn't know. That's the only thing he was nervous about—Harry was spontaneous.

"You don't have to say it like that. I just thought you looked beautiful. Heat of the moment." Wait. That's not what he wanted to say. He wanted to say how he longed to just taste his lips, how much he wanted Harry. But it all came out wrong.

"So you kiss any beautiful thing you see? Woah." Harry looked disappointed for a second, must've been Malfoy's imagination, but whatever it was, it was gone as soon as it came.

"Ummm....yeah." Why was he saying all these useless things? Malfoy didn't know.

"You said I looked beautiful right?" Harry asked again, deep in his own thoughts. Malfoy didn't answer. Just nodded his head, his heart still thumping and all because of Potter.

"Then kiss me again."

That's what Malfoy was scared of. Harry's spontaneity.

"Wh-what?" Malfoy couldn't believe his ears even though he just heard those words leaving Harry's lips.

"I said kiss me again." Harry's tone was firmer this time and it was all Malfoy needed to press his lips on his, the second time that night. And the light-headed feeling was back again. This time, they weren't confused, but this time both of them tried to take as much as they could of the other.

They twisted and turned in each other's embrace, their bodies immeasurably close. Malfoy could feel the warmth and scent of Harry mixing with his, seeping through his body. And Harry clutched onto Malfoy's shirt, pulling him even closer (if that was possible).

They pulled back after few minutes, panting and gasping. It was Harry who spoke first.

"I won't remain beautiful forever though." He said, smiling a bit. "I'd grow old and I'd have grey hair and wrinkled skin and maybe then you'll find another beautiful thing up to kiss."

If words could kill, it hurt Malfoy right in his chest. He felt a pang hearing Harry say those words. "You'd still be beautiful." Malfoy kissed Harry's eyelids. "You'll always be beautiful," he kissed his nose, "to me." He placed a chaste kiss on his swollen lips. "To me you'll always be the most beautiful person, and I'll never stop loving you."

As soon as the words left, Malfoy covered his mouth with his hands and glanced upwards to see a shocked Harry.

"Y-you.....l-love....m-me?" Harry felt like he was the happiest person in this world after hearing Malfoy say the words which he longed to hear. "You love me? How? Why? When—"

"How could I not? You're just so perfect! Everything about you, draws me in. Your eyes, your lips, your body and I need only one thing." Malfoy smiled, a contented look on his face. "Your heart."

"That was soo corny." Harry said, blushing all over. Malfoy sure had a at with words.

"It took all of my guts to say it though," Malfoy chuckled, wrapping an arm around the blushing boy.

"Yes," Mumbled Harry, shyly.

"Yes what? Yes that you know it took guts to say that or yes you'll give me your heart?" A mischievous smile played on his lips as he teased Harry.

"You know what." And the more Harry got embarrassed.

"But I want you to say it."

"Shut up. Fine. Yes, I give you my heart, my everything." And before Malfoy could come up with an embarrassing response that'd probably leave Harry even more embarrassed, Harry slammed his lips on his again. So much for teasing Harry.

*cough sorry for ruining the moment cough but I can't write fluff*

The two boys who were supposed to be enemies, lay in each other's arms in the quiet tower, their eyes closed. Someone put up beautiful constellations all over the ceiling and it seemed as if they were laying under the sky in an open field.

From the corner, a pair of half mooned spectacles gleamed under their soft light.

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SO YEAH.
I took so long to type that.
I'm sorry to everyone, who waited sooo long for this as I told them that I was in the middle writing something. Ehehehe. I'm sorrryyyyy frens, pwease forgive me?
Lol I sound weird.
And I just love to put Dumledore behind their sappy love story. Ehehe.
Sue me.
Nvm.
Hope you enjoyed!
Love you xx💖