Day 15. Harry Potter. Harry/Draco Title: Don't Hold It In Author:digthewriter Word Count: 430 Rating: PG-13 Warning: EWE. Auror Training Academy. Made up stuff. Pretend Relationship. Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Author's Notes: This story is going to be called "Nothing Ventured. Nothing Gained." Each chapter is going to have a unique title but it'll all be part of one big story. I hope! AO3 link for all chapters in a row! All my thanks to nia_kantorka for the beta - omg best alpha/beta ever!
Harry held Malfoy's hand as they walked into the Burrow together. Almost everyone jumped up from their seats to greet them. Neville was the first to pull Malfoy into a hug. Even though Harry knew that Neville was madly in love with Charlie, it didn't help his heart from skipping a beat to see Neville and Malfoy together. What if there had been something there that was just never explored?
"Good to see you, Malfoy," Charlie said with a firm tone as he pulled Neville away and shook Malfoy's hand. Harry tried not to smile at how jealous Charlie looked because of that hug. It was nice knowing he wasn't the only one.
"Come on," Harry said, placing an arm around Malfoy's shoulder and pulling him away.
"I thought he was going to murder me," Malfoy whispered in Harry's ear.
"Me too."
Harry laughed at Malfoy's frightened expression but then he grabbed Malfoy's chin and turned his head. They watched as Charlie ran a hand through Neville's long dirty blond hair and then pulled Neville close.
"I don't know what he has to worry about," Malfoy said as Harry led him to the sofa in the sitting room. "I wish someone looked at me the way Longbottom's looking at his boyfriend."
"Right," Harry said clearing his throat and just in that moment Molly rushed out of the kitchen as a force not to be reckoned with.
Molly pulled both Harry and Malfoy into a tight embrace, and Malfoy coughed as if he'd gotten the air squeezed out of him. Harry knew the feeling.
Harry decided not to focus on his jealousy and insecurity but on the joy of being there. He stared at the window display of the word JOY all lit up and smiled. He was happy. Happy to be there. Happy to be with Malfoy - even if it was kind of a fake relationship.
Maybe it was time for Harry to tell him how he felt.
The passed on, but Harry never got his chance. Even though he was aware of Malfoy's hand on his shoulder, knee, or thigh, while they mingled with the guests, Harry never actually said anything.
By the time they were getting ready to leave, he knew he looked sombre. It must have been obvious enough for Malfoy to notice.
"What's the matter?" Malfoy asked, helping Harry with his coat, before putting on his own coat and travelling cloak.
"Nothing. Sorry, I just--"
"Potter..." Malfoy began to speak, but before he could do it, Harry kissed him.
And much to Harry's surprise, Malfoy kissed him back.