"Yes," Harry said confidently. "Because everyday he surprises me somehow and I could never get sick of him. Like he said, we love each other. We do. It's not a scheme, well I mean it was at first, but we love each other endlessly and hopelessly and nothing could ever change that. We went though a war for crying out loud! We have too much history and I want to have more with him. Yeah, we fight, yeah we yell, but in God's name if anyone thinks that he has laid a finger to physically harm me during our relationship: they are out of their mind, and if there is anything that I want printed in the papers, that is it. You could lie about everything else, but he has not touched me. He does not abuse anything or anyone.
"Draco is innocent and a great man with a horrible reputation and I don't care, I really don't. The point is, is that I absolutely adore him and there is nothing that could ever change that. He treats me better than anyone ever could, and better than I could ever ask for."
"I see you're very passionate about that, Mr. Potter," Blotting commented.
"I'm passionate about him, yes. And for Skeeter to even dare say he abuses me is mental and she needs to be reprimanded properly for that," Harry said firmly.
"She will be, Mr. Potter, don't worry."
"That's anything we could ever ask for," Draco said, leaning towards Harry, their shoulders touching.
They asked a few more questions pertaining to their relationship, general things to add details since they were so vague on their relationship before. They then voiced all about Pumblechook, and were told that McGonagall put an ad out for a replacement.
Over all, the interview went very well.
"Now, would you two like to take a photo for the front page," Betty Cuff finally spoke for the first time, he shining moment upon them as she raised her camera.
"Sure," Harry sat up and leant in next to Draco, putting his arm around his back. Draco smiled and just as the camera flashed he kissed Harry's cheek before smiling again, only to have Harry look at him with the most loving eyes.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy. I do wish you both the best of luck in your future. This should make tomorrow's edition," Blotting said.
"Thank you very much," they both got up to shake their hands. "We're trusting you," Harry said.
"There's no need to worry," Emma smiled.
"And Skeeter will be taken care of," Blotting assured.
With that, Draco and Harry both smiled before flooing to McGonagall's fireplace and heading to their room.
Merlin, they hoped this worked.
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The next morning, Draco banged his hand on Harry's door, only for Harry to answer it in his underwear, trying to put his trousers on.
"Good morning to you too," Draco gave him wide eyes before smirking, "Do you answer to all your knockers like this?"
"No, but I'm running late and I knew it was you," Harry struggled, trying to fit his leg through the hole of his black pants.
"You're running late again," Draco rolled his eyes, "Someone doesn't like Mondays..."
"Shut it," Harry finally pulled them up and started buttoning them, Draco staring the whole time with a wide sneer on his face. "Do you mind?"
"No, just enjoying the view," Draco lent on the doorframe. Harry took his shirt and whacked Draco with it. "Not very nice, are you?"
Harry stared at him as he buttoned his shirt on high speed.
"Are you not a wizard," Draco looked at his nails, tranquil and composed, not a hair out of place.
Harry just looked at him blankly and blinked.
"Harry... you're at magic school... you have a wand... you ride a broomstick...and I'm a wizard too, and so are your friends... and-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I get it! What do you want me to do?"
Draco rolled his eyes before taking out his wand and flicking it at Harry. Suddenly, Harry's shirt finished buttoning itself and his tie snaked around his neck and tied itself a bit too snug and Harry grasped it. "Sorry, my neck is smaller than yours!"
"It's fine," Harry choked as he undid it a bit. "Thank you."
His Gryffindor robe draped itself around him and even buttoned itself. Harry went to run his fingers through his hair but the gel that appeared in it stopped all movement. Draco started laughing.
"What the hell did you do my hair," Harry pouted. Draco just continued to giggle and Harry groaned before running to the bathroom and grabbing his brush.
"I didn't know you owned one of these." Draco pointed at the utensil. Harry just took the brush and messed up Draco's hair before fixing his own. He then scrubbed his fingers though it.
"There, all better," Harry perfected.
Draco just rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, and leaning his chin on his shoulder while their robes tangled. They looked at themselves in the mirror, green and red combining, and Draco took a deep, heavy breath that Harry felt along his collar.
"Too adorable for them to function," Harry asked.
"Too adorable for them to function," Draco smiled before kissing his neck softly.
"How do you think it's going down there, in the Great Hall?"
"They all just probably got their mail and they're sharing it with their friends as we speak," Draco mumbled into his neck.
"Do you think it worked?"
"Don't care, it was our last shot," Draco mumbled into his neck, kissing up to just below his ear. "If they don't like us now, they never will, and besides, who cares."
"You're right," Harry turned to him and Draco kissed the corner of his mouth. Harry turned his head so that the next one Draco could plant was on his lips for their daily 'good morning' snog.
"Ah ah ah," Draco teased, shifting to his other shoulder and kissing his cheek, "I want to save this one."
"And why would that be?"
"It's a special day, really. It's our official coming out day," Draco mumbled into his hair. Harry instantly smiled. "Ready," Draco released him and turned to face him.
"Ready," he grinned. They looked at each other's eyes, being overwhelmed with emotions. This was it. This was the day they'd been imagining since day one. Harry laughed from excitement and jumped on top of him, his arms around Draco's neck. Draco had his arms around his lower back and squeezed him as tight as he could.
"It might be a mess," Harry considered.
"It might be a hot mess."
"That's okay," Harry kissed his cheek. "You're worth it."
Draco just smiled as he released him, grasping his hand.
"Do you want to wear each other's ties? You know, to make it...cute," Harry wondered.
"Harry. I will tolerate Gryffindors. I will date Gryffindors. I will snog Gryffindors and make love to them relentlessly. But, dear old Harry. I will never. become. a. Gryffindor," Draco looked at him seriously before breaking his face. "Besides, that would be cliché and we would be out of uniform and I don't look good in red. Deep maroon, yes; red, no."
"You're such a tight-arse," Harry shouted before lacing their fingers together and leading them down the many staircases of Hogwarts.
"It's not being a tightarse, it's called playing your cards right so you look to the best of your ability, or in other words, having class! At least I don't carry a rats nest on my head."
"At least my hair isn't cemented to my face! At least I have hair other than on the top of my head! You're like a naked mole rat!"
"According to you, I'm a ferret because you can't get over a traumatizing incident when we were fourteen! Besides, you always compliment how naturally smooth my legs are!"
"Oh please, you spell off the hair just like girls do," Harry rolled his eyes as Draco's mouth dropped, arguing back, and they made their way to the moving staircases whilst bickering, or as Draco called it, having a 'domesticated quarrel.' They both almost wanted to have it to bite back their nerves and it did for a while until they made it just outside the Great Hall where they both paused and looked at each other.
Taking a deep breath, the walked into view at the archway and the room went silent as they were noticed. After what felt like an eternity, Draco squeezed Harry's hand as they walked forward, and suddenly Neville stood, clapping his hands together. And then there was Dean, along with Seamus, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and several other Gryffindors. Then, on the other side of the room, Blaise and Pansy did the same, the noise echoing across the hall. Then, Luna stood, along with the rest of Dumbledore's Army. Next was McGonagall with Hagrid and the rest of the teachers except for Pumblechook.
And then the entire room erupted.
Everyone clapped.
Draco and Harry were expecting a massacre but they got a standing ovation. They both broke out into subtle smiles filled with disbelief and Draco grabbed Harry by the collar before smashing their lips together, getting cheers and catcalls from the entire hall.
"Good Morning," Draco shouted over the crowd.
"It is, isn't it," Harry beamed before kissing again.
The entire day went by in an adrenaline blurb. They didn't stop smiling the entire day as they walked the corridors hand in hand. Girls ooo'd and ahh'ed and adored them and the entire time they were followed to classes by herds of them.
"Do you think this was a mistake," Harry joked.
"Possibly," Draco answered as they picked up their pace and so did their followers until they were both almost sprinting. "Actually... yeah I do."
"It's not our fault we're too adorable to function," Harry almost laughed as he pulled Draco into an alcove just after potions. "We were just born like that," he whispered as the girls passed.
"I didn't think it'd be this bad," Draco admitted.
"Think about it. Me, the 'eye candy' according to you, of the Wizarding World, and baddie Draco Malfoy turns out to be a teddy bear and their both completely in love with each other. Surely girls obsess over things like that and I mean, who could blame them, if I was standing on an outside point of view, it would be like a dream come true- what?" At this point, Draco just stared at him, stopping all listening as he focused on one statement.
"I am not a teddy bear," he shouted, appalled.
"Oh come on yes you are, and in fact Ginny pointed it out to me-"
"Oh please! What would she know?"
"You write me love letters, you bring me food, you don't even properly insult me anymore- well anyone anymore, and your hugs are fantastic I might add. You always smell like vanilla," Harry started his argument strong but then went into a daze as he took in Draco's scent and imagined wrapping his arms around the boy, resting his head on his chest. "You know I really like your hugs."
"I take it you want one now," Draco crossed his arms.
"I always want one!"
"Fine," Draco groaned before pulling him into one, holding him close. He could practically feel Harry smile beneath him while he rested his chin in Harry's hair. He felt Harry take deep breaths, his heartbeat monotonous and incessantly beating- the way Draco wanted it to be forever. "You know where we are?"
"Yes," Harry grinned.
"Say it," Draco whispered next to his ear, his breath hot and eager.
"Where we had our real first kiss, or should I say when you kissed me for the first time," Harry smiled.
"Right, because the first time you kissed me, you forced me into it while we were in detention, not to mention it being 36 hours after we broke each other's noses," Draco looked down at him while Harry looked up, resting his chin on Draco's chest.
"Best form of revenge."
"Best form of revenge it is," Draco repeated before bringing one hand up to his cheek, stroking it with his thumb, and leaning in to kiss him just as long as their first real kiss, but not insecure and unknowing, but familiar and loving.
"You know, one day we're going to have to thank McGonagall for leaving us alone that day," Harry looked at him.
"Do you think she knew?"
Harry paused. "It's possible."
"Brilliant woman she is," Draco commented.
"Very brilliant."
Harry went and kissed him again, deeper, his mouth open and ready for Draco's to slither inside. As they battled for authority, Draco moved one of his hands to Harry's arse, squeezing it under his robes, while the other stayed possessively around his waist, where Harry then put his arms around his neck. They were in their own dream of a world when a voice startled them both from the end of the hallway.
"If you two will stop practically having intercourse in the middle of the corridor and get to class, it would be much appreciated," Flitwick squeaked from the other end of the hall.
"Sorry Professor," Harry called as they unraveled themselves, starting on their path to herbology.
"You know we have no self control, right," Draco inquired.
"I think this was a bad idea, coming out," Harry laughed as Draco smacked his arse again. "We won't be able to contain ourselves."
"A semester," was all Draco responded.
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A week later, Pumblechook was fired much to Harry and Draco's relief, and in fact, there was an entire article about it, right next to Rita Skeeter's termination. Draco and Harry celebrated by making out in a broomstick cupboard.
Later that day after all their classes were finished, the two took advantage of their now 'totally normal' relationship and sat on a bench, out in the open, on the fourth floor corridor. The two took advantage of their freedom from the 8th year common room, and decided to go to study for upcoming NEWTs in the open, where they should have been all along.
Studying went well... for about 10 minutes... until Harry saw Draco's name on his paper, 'Draco Malfoy,' in neat, cursive perfection. While Draco reviewed his notes, Harry dipped his quill in ink and put a line through his last name, writing 'Potter,' next to it, in his mess writing.
"What are you doing," Draco asked, turning back to Harry.
"Fixing things," Harry replied, ending his name.
"You know we aren't married yet?"
"One can dream, right?"
Draco tried to hide his grin as he shook his head. "You are so optimistic... now can we please just make it through one study date without getting sidetracked?"
"Only if you write your name like that for the rest of the term," Harry negotiated. Draco looked at him. "It's basically official if you think about it. It's not like you're a Malfoy anymore. You're father's gone and your mother-"
"Harry, I told you not to bring her up," Draco snapped.
"Sorry," Harry spoke almost solemnly. "It's just, she's your mother, you know, I don't want you to lose her-"
"If she's going to gamble the only thing I've ever cared about, the only thing that's brought me any form of happiness, then she's not a mother to me," Draco barked, "Just please stop bringing it up, okay?"
"But Draco-"
"Harry, just respect that for me, please?"
"Alright," Harry sighed, "Sorry."
"It's fine," Draco responded, his words empty. "Now go finish your essay."
They were quiet for a bit, but Harry didn't work on his essay, and Draco didn't work on his either. Down the hall, a group of girls were giggling quite loudly, and they tried to ignore them.
"How do you think Pumblechook took the news?"
"He probably expected it if anything," Draco leant his head against Harry's. "He might have exploded when he read the article and found out he could never get his career back."
"Same with Skeeter," Harry snorted and Draco almost laughed.
"Merlin, I would give my whole Gringotts account to see her reaction," Draco snickered and so did Harry. The brunette took a deep breath and got off of Draco before lying down on the bench, his head in Draco's lap.
"You know, we should have told Pumblechook we had sex on his desk," Harry brought up.
"And why would that be," Draco immediately smiled at the memory.
"Just to see his face," Harry sniggered up at Draco, looking his eyes.
"It would have been a funny face," Draco smiled, putting a hand in his hair and stroking it away from his face.
But it's not like they meant for it to happen... the first time. It was after a party in the 8th year common room. Draco had a bad night, they'd had a domestic, and by time they'd downed several shots of fire whisky, Harry was looking at him with those animal-like eyes, asked him to take a walk to 'talk about it' and by time they'd gotten lost, Draco's hand roamed to Harry's arse, Harry kissed his neck, and the closest door was to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. They didn't even know they did it there until the next class when Pumblechook asked to see Harry in his office about a failing paper and Harry saw the small chips in the paint of his desk from Draco's nails and he looked up at the ceiling, remembering flashes of himself doing so as he sucked Draco's--
So the second time, just because it was too good of a feat not to remember, they made sure they were absolutely sober.
And sure, those desks outside of his office were fun for foreplay, but nothing was better than bending over your one-day-sexy-lawyer-boyfriend over the desk of the much-more-experienced-dickhead-lawyer he beat to keep you out of Azkaban.
Draco and Harry smiled at each other. At this point in time, the group of girls across the way saw the two being adorable, not even knowing that their conversations consisted of judging them and having scandalous sex on professor's desks.
"I mean, kissing in front of him was bad enough," Harry thought back to the memory of his horrified face.
"We had a full on snogging session, Harry, it wasn't just kissing," Draco stroked his cheek.
"We do get a bit elaborate during snogging sessions," Harry said deviously
"Elaborate we do," Draco chuckled before leaning down and kissing him sweetly and pulling back, the girls awh'ed and looked at them with puppy dog eyes. In the process, Draco bumped into Harry's frames.
"These things are such a nuisance sometimes." Draco took the lenses from him, looking through them from a distance, the world turning upside down before placing it on his head. "God, you're eyesight is terrible! I can't even see you," he looked down at Harry, his vision completely blurred. Harry laughed at sight of Draco on with his glasses. After straining his eyes enough to make them water, Draco set them on his bag and went back to stroking Harry's temple and eyeing him softly.
"You really hate those don't you?"
"Depends," Draco smiled, "They help me identify you when your overbearing scar is being covered by your obnoxious hair. Alone they are just loathsome and when I'm ready to suck your face off, somehow they always get in the way of your stupid green eyes."
"Stupid green eyes?"
"Very stupid," Draco leant down and kissed him with ease, as the mechanicals were gone. Footsteps and the entire group of girls going to up them interrupted them.
"Excuse me," one of them said. Draco leant off of him reluctantly looking up at them while Harry just opened his eyes and moved them towards the females.
"Yes," Draco tried to keep his tone down. Did they not realize they were messing up a wonderful moment?
"We would just like to say you are perfect for each other," a different Ravenclaw said.
"And one day we wish we can
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