December 31st 1999
Winter
11:20 pm

Harry and Draco have sat in the kitchen talking about everything for almost two hours. It was the best two hours they had both had in a long time.

"I've already talked to Astoria, she understands. I told her I couldn't stay with her. Even for our family's. I have to be with you, Harry. You don't understand. I can't get you out of my head. You are running through it every. Single. Second. Of every. Day." Draco whispered and looked into his eye.

Harry nodded and laid his forehead on Draco's. "It's the same for me. I've never been more clear about anything than the fact that I'm in love with you."

They smiled and kissed once again. Their kiss last quite some time. Draco grew hungrier and pulled Harry onto his lap. Their souls begged to feel one another. Being deprived of the other's skin for so long only made it harder to stop.

Harry ripped open Draco's buttoned up shirt and ran his hands up and down his torso. None of this was in a sexy way, which they are both sure they could have a sexy time, right now is about the list and love they have for each other. There been deprived for so long, for so much time this was only a dream.

Draco ran his hands under the back of Harry's shirt. He lifted one hand to his hair and ran his hands through his curly brown hair. Harry's body is comforting. Like a place, he's been to many times before.

They stopped and Draco stood up, he took Harry's hand and pulled him up the stairs. Every step they took the more kisses they both gave. Their lips locked on the top step and they ran into a wall knocking something over. They laughed and ran to Draco's room.

The door opens and then quickly shuts. Harry pulled Draco onto the bed and straddled on top. He kissed his lips then his neck, to his chest and downward. He stopped at the hemline of his Pants. Draco smirked and pulled them off. As he did so he turned Harry over so he was now on top. "Draco Malfoy is no bottom" he laughed.

"He will be...sometimes" Harry smirked. Draco playfully rolled his eyes and kissed his lips. Harry helped Draco take off his own pants and they threw them to the floor. Both only left in their underwear they continued to feel every part of each other's bodies as if they were trying to remember each part in case they were ripped from each other again.

Every kiss, every touch. It was beautiful. They moved with each other. Nothing had felt as good as it did to be together. Their love was made into the new year. As the clock struck twelve and it was now a year, they would soon make plans for a new future.