Draco softened. "Thank you," he said. Apparently that was the right thing to say because the girls almost had spasms.
"He really did change him," they gossiped around the group with gasps and squeals.
"Thank you girls, really, but would it be okay if I were alone with my fiancé," Harry asked, upside down. They nodded vigorously, excited and all to happy.
"Sorry," the Ravenclaw said, "we'll leave you be!"
"Thank you girls," Harry smiled smugly, turning to Draco.
"That means go now," Draco snapped as nicely as he could, as the girls didn't leave.
"Come on, Tanner, let them be cute, we can watch them from around the corner," one of them grabbed the girl's wrist, along with another member of the group and pulled them away, the others forced to follow.
"Way to be discrete about it," one of them complained.
Although longer than anticipated, the girls finally left, but the boys could hear them from around the end of the corridor giggling again.
"Too adorable to function," Harry asked.
"Too adorable," Draco smiled at him.
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Valentine's day was never a day Draco ever pertained to, in fact he hated it, even if he did have a fiancé to share it with. Back when they were only boyfriends, Draco never allowed Harry to do anything special from it, and Harry didn't like it either. It didn't make sense to them that one day was used to serenade love instead of all of them. They both always hated it when the Great Hall was pink and plastered with hearts.
All the couples sat together at morning breakfast no matter the house, except for Draco and Harry who walked down together as usual but separated during breakfast. They locked eyes and began having a conversation with them. Next to Draco, Theo Nott was having a tongue war with Millicent Bulstrode and Draco flicked his eyes twice to them before sticking out his tongue and pointing his finger at it. Harry laughed and returned to his meal, although he was grossed out by the battles going on around him. He was digging into his toast when someone squeezed next to him.
"Harry, why aren't you with Malfoy," Alex Denshaw, a 6th year Ravenclaw got unreasonably close, "Are you two in a fight?"
"No-"
"Because it is Valentine's Day and I'm sure you'd be wanting company."
"No thanks I'm fine," Harry said awkwardly, sipping on his pumpkin juice. He could smell his cologne from across the room, let alone being right next to him sent him gagging. Times like this made Harry adore Draco's soft scent.
"Oh come on, Harry," he nudged him, "Surely you wouldn't want to be alone on the most loving day of the year. Why wouldn't you want me to spend it with you?"
"I don't think my fiancé would let that happen, but thank you for the offer," Harry tried to turn away, but he just clanged to his side. "We don't like Valentine's Day."
"So he's not doing anything special for you," he pouted. "He must be horrible."
"No he's actually pretty loving, and he gets really jealous really fast so I suggest you back away or he might attack you," Harry tried getting away from him.
"He's harmless," Alex said almost cocky.
"He's Draco Malfoy... he's very harmful and doesn't like it when others try to pick on the one he loves. I'm telling you now, he gets really jealous."
"If he really loved you, wouldn't he get you something for Valentine's Day?"
"It's really not that important-"
"Oh of course it is! It's the most loving day of the year," he repeated. "Surely if Harry Potter went Valentineless, we'd all be doomed. Besides, it's not like I'm marrying you or anything!"
"Alright," Harry crossed his arms, "You walk over to him and ask him if you can be my Valentine, and if he says yes, then I will take you out all day."
"If he says yes?"
"If he says yes."
He sauntered over to the Slytherin table, a smirk on his face, which immediately dropped when Draco looked at him.
"Touch him, I'll kill you."
"You didn't even know what I was going to say," he complained.
"What is it," he snapped.
"Harry said if you said yes, I could be his Valentine for the day. So go on, fork him over."
"Pardon?"
"You heard me. You get him the rest of your life," he rolled his eyes, "Shouldn't he be shared with the rest of the world first? Stop being selfish."
"Excuse me," he looked as if he were to kill him. "Selfish? Do you know how hard we've had to work to be together? Years of torture and war and fighting and memory lost of Merlin's sake and you think you can saunter over here and tell me I'm being selfish because my fiancé, my betrothed is off the market for some stupid concept constructed by the fakest holiday of them all?"
Alex didn't crack. "Why aren't you doing anything special for him? Don't you love him?"
"Very much," Draco grabbed a hold of his knife.
"What a horrible fiancé you are," he scolded.
"Because I don't serenade him across the damned hall on one day a year?"
"I could treat him so much better," he scoffed almost under her breath.
"What was that," he bit.
"You know what I said," his snooty attitude setting Draco's teeth on edge. Ravenclaws.
"Alright fine," he slammed his hand on the table before not only standing on the bench, but also lifting himself so his feet were just next to his plate, his robes almost touching the jam on his toast. "Harry Potter," he called against the way. The room went silent as they all stared at Draco.
"Oh god," Harry mumbled, "What the hell is he doing?"
"I would just like the honor as to telling you how much I love you in front of all these people on a day that we both want to throw up at. To start off with, I love the way your face turns completely red when I call you in front of everyone, and I love how you think hiding in your robes will make you invisible!"
"Draco, shut up!"
"And I love how your glasses are always in my way when I try to kiss you! And-"
"Draco! Sit down!"
"I love how when I make you laugh, your nose crinkles-"
Harry stood. "Draco Malfoy! Sit down!"
"But on today of all days, I love you just a little extra because we both absolutely hate Valentine's Day, and it's just another thing we have in common-"
"SIT DOWN!" People started laughing.
"But Harry Potter I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU and I'll scream it from the top of my lungs-"
"I swear if you do not sit your arse down, Draco Malfoy!"
"So Harry Potter-"
"DRACO!"
"Would you do me the honor as to being my Valentine," he shouted across the hall. Harry was beet red and Draco was grinning a dorky grin. The only reason for him doing this was so he could embarrass him.
After a deep breath, "Yes! Now would you sit down!"
Draco smiled smugly and jumped off the table, catcalls ringing throughout the Great Hall.
"That means no, Denshaw," he cocked his head to the side before grabbing his bag and his plate before he sauntered to Harry's table. He nudged himself next to Harry after he plopped his bag down next to his. Draco grabbed Harry by the collar and smashed their lips together, receiving whistles from the entire hall. He then went back to his plate.
Harry stared at him, "What the hell was that?"
"What?"
"Draco...really?"
"What? You said that if I said yes, then he could be your Valentine but I got you first."
"Draco you could have just said no and asked me later," Harry turned back to food, trying not to smile.
"But this was so much more fun," Draco did the same, taking a big bite of eggs, "Besides," he mumbled through the food, "he provoked me."
"Provoked you," Harry dipped his head.
"Yes he did," he swallowed with the help of pumpkin juice. "He said I was a horrible fiancé and that he could treat you much better. I imagine he'd bring you flowers and bow down to you because you're Harry Potter."
"That's something I've always admired about you," Harry nibbled on toast.
"What? That I don't treat you like a god because of your name?"
"Yeah. You never have."
"I've never wanted to. So if I was going to ask you to be my Valentine on this absurd day, I must do embarrassingly. It's my word," Draco said matter o' factly.
Harry sighed, resting his chin on his palm, his arm being propped up on the table. "Damn you," he laughed. Draco smirked.
"You know I did have a surprise for you for later, actually."
"Really," Harry almost spit out his food. "But you hate Valentine's Day."
"I think I can deal if I'm with you," Draco gave a bold smile. Harry kissed his cheek.
"Why don't we always sit together for breakfast," Harry asked.
"Because we sit together during every class, and at lunch we have study dates in the library, and we sneak out during dinner, and then we sleep in the same room half the time, and then we play quidditch practically every day."
"Really," Harry asked, "We're with each other that much?"
"Yes. And you escort me in the halls, and we make out between classes."
"It doesn't seem like it," Harry took a piece of bacon.
"Maybe it's because you can't get enough of me," Draco put his chin on Harry's shoulder.
"I can't," Harry smiled.
At the other end of the Great Hall, Blaise handed Pansy two sickles. "Told you we could get him to make an idiot of himself on Valentines Day."
"He always makes an idiot out of himself for Potter," he rolled his eyes, "but when you told me he'd jump on the table, I thought that was a bit of a reach. Especially with a Ravenclaw."
"What can I say, Denshaw's the best," Pansy smirked but then turned to the rest of the table. "Oi, pay up!"
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That night, Draco took Harry to the spot where Harry proposed, candles floating everywhere along a blanket, like their first date. There, roses were surrounding the area and there were all notes attached, each reading something Draco loved about Harry.
"I really thought you hated Valentine's Day," Harry picked up a rose and sniffed it's scent.
"I really do. But I love it with you."
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Draco sat down at the library with Pansy and Blaise, preparing for the tests coming up soon enough, since apparently studying with his fiancé was entirely unstable, however Draco was too hung up on Harry to focus half the time, and was scribbling his signature over and over on his parchment, 'Draco Potter, Draco Potter, Draco Potter,' using different fonts and formations, trying to get the perfect one.
"Draco," Pansy hit his arm. "Hello?"
"Sorry," Draco jumped. "What were we talking about?"
"Transfiguration... Divination... Defense Against the Dark Arts... Herbology... not Potter, ring a bell," Blaise said sarcastically.
"You know, Draco, you're spending the rest of your life with him, it is much appreciated if you paid us just a little bit of attention," Pansy set down her quill.
"I can't help it," Draco put his head in his hands for just a bit before lifting up again and going for a new roll of parchment.
"It's your choice to fail if you want to. By the rate you're at, Potter's probably going to surpass every single one of your NEWTS. Don't let him do that Draco! That's something he's going to hold against you the rest of your life. You'll win a fight one day and he'll say, 'At least I beat you on the Potions NEWTs.' Do you want that utter humiliation?"
"No," Draco slammed open his book and began to furiously study. Ferociously he was scribbling on his parchment when he looked up to the squeaking of chairs across the row. There, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat down and began looking through their notes as well. Harry looked up to meet eyes with Draco where he then smiled, and the blonde smiled back.
"Draco! Focus," Pansy reminded.
"Right!" Draco looked back down at his paper. Ten minutes later, a note had found it's way to Draco's lap.
'Hey you,' was all it said. Draco inked his quill to write back, but Pansy stopped him, giving hand signals.
Five minutes later, another note flew by. 'Draco,' was scribbled on it, and nothing else.
Another two minutes came another with the same word.
Draco looked up and mouthed, 'what,' annoyed, trying to not let Pansy and Blaise notice.
Harry waved.
Draco huffed in irritation and went back to his parchment.
It was less than thirty seconds when another note floated on top of his paper.
'Would you like to go to Hogsmede with me this weekend?' Draco reread it two times before turning it on it's back and scribbling on it quickly. He then folded it into an origami bird, knowing it would send Harry a sense of deja vu. Pansy eyed Draco as he did it, giving him a look that could turn him to stone.
"What," he whispered, "I'm taking care of it, and he'll just keep pestering if I don't answer."
The bird flew back to Harry.
'Of course, my love,' it read and Harry smiled brightly, Draco being able to feel it across the way.
"Harry, would you focus," Hermione scolded. "You're never going to be able to pass your NEWTs at this rate!"
"Hermione, what does it matter, Kingsley already offered me a position as an Auror without them!"
"Aren't you the one who hates it when your name gives you freebies? Why would you want a career based off of 'your scar rather your hard work. You like us because we don't base you off of your name, you like Draco because he doesn't give you special treatment-"
"Isn't he great," Harry asked in a daze. "I love him."
"Yes, Harry, we get that," Ron rolled his eyes, "I think the entire Wizarding world gets that you're in love with the bloke."
"I'm in love with Ron and you don't see us sucking each other's face off in the middle of class," Hermione brought up.
"That was for Pumblechook. We haven't made out in public in weeks!"
"Valentine's Day in the Great Hall," Ron raised an eyebrow.
"We didn't make out, it was just kissing," Harry said in a harsh whisper.
"There was tongue, Harry," Hermione said flatly.
"What like you never kiss your fiancé," Harry argued back.
"I mean we do, but not around the entire school's population! And you two are always together, we never even see you anymore!"
"Anywhere you go, he's not five steps behind you," Ron complained.
Meanwhile....
"Draco, he has you so whipped it's not even funny," Blaise complained.
"I'm not whipped," Draco argued, his mouth agape.
"Draco, really," Pansy rolled her eyes, "It's like you two are leashed together."
"We are not-"
"Draco, look! He's literally right there," Blaise motioned his arm towards Harry who was arguing with his friends.
"It's been a month and ever since you two came out, I swear you haven't been apart," Pansy crossed her arms.
"I sit with you at breakfast," Draco pointed out.
"Draco, we share the same room and either he's with you, he wakes you up, or you wake him up, or you're not even there."
"Even me and Blaise at least meet down at the Great Hall or in class. You two are the first thing you see in the morning, and the last thing you see at night," Pansy complained.
"Hey, hold on, whose genius idea was it to make me the one to seduce him at the beginning? Because Pansy could have easily have done it and gotten over it like five minutes," Draco strained, "This whole situation could have been over with the night of the Yule Ball, but no! Draco had to do it. And now I'm very happy with him and I'm suddenly whipped."
"It's not that we don't want you to be happy, Draco, it's just you two are exceedingly attached to each other," Blaise nagged.
"I mean how would feel if Pansy died in the war and then suddenly hours later found you bawling your eyes out and when you finally think you can be together, you put her through hell because your own mother erased your memory of your entire relationship. Even if I didn't remember him, I still saw him putting himself through torture everyday and every time I wake up I think of that week I didn't see him and then suddenly I had to carry him to the hospital because he's too weak to walk and he's diagnosed with depression and post traumatic stress. For me, a test doesn't even compare to him, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take him to the lake," Draco's chair screeched as he got up
While that happened...
"You are so whipped Harry," Ron groaned.
"No I am not! And even if I am, what's so bad about that, he's going to be my husband in eight months."
"Yeah but Harry, don't you want to have a life before you get tied down?"
"He is my life, Ron, as much as you don't like that, he makes me happy."
"We want you to be happy Harry, really, I just don't understand how you two don't get sick of each other," Hermione commented.
"We just don't and I don't think we ever will. I mean we never fight fight anymore, we just have...domesticated quarrels," Harry said.
"It's because you two just got back together, wait a year or so and you'll be back to cutting each other's throats again," Ron predicted.
"No we won't," Harry defended. "We've been through too much together to actually fight!"
"You're forgetting Ron and I have been through a lot but we still fight," Hermione brought up, instantly regretting it.
"I'm sorry I don't recall Ron getting arrested and then forgetting who you were and you being stuck for five months dealing with the fact that he didn't know who you were. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going wherever he is," Harry got up and stood next to Draco taking his arm as they marched out of the library together.
"Totally whipped," both Ron and Blaise said at the same time as Hermione and Pansy looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"We aren't whipped," the couple called from the end of the library, getting shushed by a group of third years.
"Harry we are totally whipped," Draco leant down and kissed Harry's cheekbone as they kept walking.
"Oh I know," Harry smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
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The next weekend, Hogsmede was on their list of activities.
Harry cast an alohamora on Draco's door that morning and proceeded to jump on top of him in his bed waking him to a startle.
"Good morning," he smiled while Draco kept from having a spasm and Blaise woke. Harry leant down and kissed his lips softly, as the blonde's heartbeat slowed. Draco responded loosely, still unbelievably awake, and stared back at Harry. "Guess what today is," he ordered.
"Give Draco a heart attack day," Draco responded irritably.
"Good guess, but no," Harry said, still on top of him, the deep green blanket separating their skins.
"Is it the day Blaise kicks your arse for waking him up repeatedly," Blaise spoke from the other side of the room, turning over and covering his face with his blanket. "Can't you make out somewhere else for once?"
Harry ignored Blaise and stared into Draco's tired eyes. "It's the day we go on our first date in the real world... like a real real first date."
"Are we ever going to get to a second date?"
"Possibly," Harry smiled.
"I take it you're excited," Draco yawned, his tiredness sinking in.
"Ecstatic," Harry replied, kissing his again.
"I'll meet you in the courtyard," Draco
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