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{Secret pt.2}

The week flew by and soon enough it was time for the game against Slytherin. Harry checked the bleachers for that striking blonde hair, but couldn't find it. He had been dating Draco for at least 2 years now and the blonde never missed a game. Where the hell was he?

Before he could even finish the thought there was a rumble through the crowd and he saw Draco break through and sit in his usual seat with a small grin. Harry rolled his eyes but smiled back before making his way to the field.

He ran to his position, high fiving Ron on the way.

Knowing that he was spending time with Draco after the game made it seem to go on for ages. He scored goals without much thought. It was like second nature to him now as he dribbled the ball and kicked it past Slytherin's goalkeeper. After what seemed like days the game was over and he felt himself be lifted into the air by his team and he couldn't help but smile as he looked over to see Draco in the stands with a grin almost splitting his face. He held up a fist with his pointer, pinky and thumb sticking out in the universal sign for "I Love You" and Harry blushed before mouthing it back to him.

"So Harry, are you going to tell us who the secret girl is?" Dean said later, seemingly bored as they sat in the Gryffindor dorm lounge, everyone drinking root beer except for Seamus who had somehow snuck in Jack Daniels but refused to share. The party had died down hours ago. They had all showered and change and were just enjoying the company of good friends and good food.

"Uh y-you wouldn't know'er..." Harry mumbled out quickly taking a huge gulp of root beer and stuffing his face with nachos to refuse any further explanation.

"But she goes here, obviously," said Ron, sounding more and more like his girlfriend, Hermione, everyday. "Wait, is it that Striker from Ravenclaw? Cho, right? Cho Chang."

"No. It isn't Cho. You wouldn't know'er." They all gave him skeptical looks that made him uncomfortable until he final stood and stretched. "Well, uh...I'm gonna head out, guys. Go for a walk or something." He shrugged and they all have each other meaningful looks.

"Yeah, sure, mate. Enjoy your walk." Neville said snorting out a bit of his soda causing everyone else to laugh too.

Harry snatched his letterman jacket from the couch beside him.

"Don't wait up."

He knew they were watching him from the lounge window and took an actual walk to the edge of the lake that sat on campus where they could no longer see him before keeping in the shadows on the rest of his walk toward Slytherin's dorm.

Draco stood at the door of the dorms to let him in. His arms were crossed and he didn't say anything to the ravenette as they walked up the stairs to his room.

"Are you mad at me?" asked Harry confused once the door was closed and locked behind them. Draco only looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

"I don't know, did you?"

"You're just being an arse on purpose, aren't you," he said once the blonde had started smirking at his confused face. He smiled while stepping forward and pulling his jacket off. "Prat."

"You love it."

"Not really, but I love you so..." He shrugged in a way that said 'what're you gonna do' then pulled his boyfriend into a kiss.

The kiss grew more heated until they were lying on Draco's bed in only their pants, trousers and shirts long forgotten in a heap on the floor. Harry pulled away suddenly. Draco sat up with kiss swollen lips and his usually well kept hair tousled beyond repair tonight.

"You're thinking again," he said once he had seen his dark haired boyfriend's face and then flopped back onto his bed. "Stop thinking so much. Blaise should be back in..." he checked the clock beside his bed. "In ten minutes! Get dressed and leave, Potter. Now." His eyes looked absolutely panicked and Harry couldn't do anything but lean down and kiss his flustered boyfriend.

Just because Harry's family didn't care whether he took chances didn't mean Draco could too. He knew what was at stake for the blonde. He was next in line to run his father's company when he graduated. His father had already planned Draco's life and surprise!- Harry wasn't in it.

"I just wish I could tell people..." he mumbled as he dragged himself from the bed and placed a chaste kiss on Draco's lips before pulling back on his tee and sweatpants.

Draco gulped. They had this conversation about a million times a week. He stood behind Harry as his boyfriend moved towards the door and kissed him before he left, locking the door afterwards. That night they both slept a bit fitfully.

It wasn't until he woke up to a sharp jab in his ribs and a pointed glare that he realized Potter had left his jacket. The letterman jackets were only given to the jocks which for Gryffindor consisted mostly of guys.

Blaise's eyes were burning. He and Draco had been friends for as long as either of them could remember. He knew better than anyone what was at stake and his eyes still softened as Draco sat up and floundered for a response before just putting his head in his hands.

"Draco, does he know about-" Blaise started while placing his hand on the paler boy's shoulder.

He just nodded.

"Look, I'm not telling you how to live your life, but if he still wants you. Go for it. Screw your father. Please not literally. Just do what makes you happy, but seriously? A Gryffindor? I thought I knew you." He motioned to the jacket still on the other side of the room. "So which one is it?"

Draco blushed and mumbled.

"I can't hear you when you mumble, dumb arse."

"I said, it's Potter."

"No!" Blaise said pleasantly surprised, rushing to check the number on the jacket. When it was in fact Potter's bold number 10, Blaise laughed. "You're so screwed."

Draco rolled his eyes but pulled himself from the bed all the same.

"Why can't we just think positive for once?" asked Draco with regained grace as he moved to his wardrobe and slid into a pair of tight ripped black skinny jeans with his white snakeskin boots.

"Because I know you better than that," said Blaise with a shrug, moving away from the jacket as he got dressed as well.

"Oh, shut it." He pulled on a dark grey button up that Harry had brought him on their last date. He made his bed, straightened his side of the room, fixed his hair, and did anything else he could to avoid making a decision. Blaise snapped that they were going to be late and still he stared at the jacket for what could have been forever.

Without thinking about anything but Harry he snatched up the slightly baggy coat and eased his arms in before picking up his bookbag and following Blaise, who couldn't stop laughing.

Just before they reached the main building Blaise sent him a smile that said 'go gettem tiger' then turned off to go to his own way.

He took a deep breath and pressed forward as though nothing new had happened. The change in the atmosphere was almost instantaneous. The halls were full of people talking and laughing while they were at their lockers, but as he walked towards his own he was encompassed in a stunned silence. Of course he heard the whispers. They were hard to miss.

"Is that Malfoy?"

"In Harry's jacket?"

"Unbelievable."

"I knew it!"

"I'm happy for them."

"But Malfoy?"

He changed course to go to his boyfriend's locker and by the time he reached Harry he was blushing and ready for a yelling match.

"Potter! You-"

"I see you're wearing my jacket," said Harry stepping closer and pulling Draco closer to him by his sleeves before placing his hands on the slightly taller boy's waist. "I was hoping you would."

"...I- uh," Draco blushed harder and Harry leaned forward a bit until he was breathing just on the blonde's lips. Both of their eyes fluttered closed.

"You know, it looks really good on you," he said only half teasing, but it was enough to help Draco relax into him.

"...Naturally," the pale boy whispered before pressing their lips together. They continued to kiss until the rest of the world faded away. When they finally separated because of a undignified squeak, they later realized was Ron, the hall had went back to its usual random chatter.

"Oh look," said Harry cuddling into Draco's side as he walked the blonde walked him to class. "We came out to the school and the world didn't end."

"Not yet, Potter, but I don't doubt the inevitable fall of human kind." The blonde smirked as he was elbowed in the ribs playfully and kissed the shorter boy on the cheek.

"See you after class, yeah?" said the ravenette with hopeful eyes.

"You have midday practice, remember?"

"Come to practice with me. We can hang out before lunch."

Draco rolled his eyes. They had set up their schedules together so they would both have a free period specifically for spending time together even if Harry did have practice.

"Yeah, whatever. Later, Potter," He said as he began walking to his own class.

"See ya. Love you," Harry responded holding the door to his class open, forcing the people already in homeroom to look up at them.

"I know," said Draco with a small smile as he turned away from the other boy.

"Prat," called out his boyfriend.

"I love you too, Harry," he said blushing but still holding a smirk firm on his face as he turned back around to face the git who owned his heart. Harry smiled wider at him before waving and going into the stunned classroom, closing the door behind him.

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[dec.11: just grammar edits]
it took so long to post this
i had this idea for so long
and i wanted it to be perfect

for me

inspired by the art at the top
as well as the rest of that
short comic

hope you all enjoyed

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-- angel janeé xoxo 💋