Harry was promptly ignoring and dismissing any notion that Draco Malfoy was going to die at any point in the near future. This was mostly due to the fact of Draco being here, with him, and now that he was here? He was sure as hell not going to let the blonde go so easily. No matter what the nature of their relationship was.

It had always been fascinating to watch the emotions filter over Malfoy’s face as he considered thoughts, ideas, concepts and the hidden meanings behind words. Of course, not everyone was able to read the other man so well but Harry wasn’t just ‘anyone’. He could see the exact moment the thoughts changed in the other man’s head.

He shouldn’t be considering this. Shouldn’t even be subtly – not-so-subtly suggesting it!

But, he sure as fuck wasn’t backing out now though or taking back what he said.

Harry had always wanted to know what it would have been like, to be with Draco. Someone he loved and cared about and wanted to be with like this.

His trousers felt tighter, and not for the first time, Harry was thankful for robes. He shifted in his seat before meeting his gaze again.

“There are much better places to come than in your trousers,” he said, leaning over the table to meet him before giving the other wizard a slow look over. “You’re not the only one - I’ve wanted you for years, Draco.”

God, five years was a long, long time to go without a lover or a friend.

I could be both.