Chapter 9.

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Harry was strong-willed, opinionated and passionate, It's one of the main factors Draco liked in him, It's something that brings out the worse and best in each other, the fights, the debates, the jokes. All of which raised Draco's heartbeat, made him feel alive, but most of all put a smile on his face. Sure when they fought, actually fought behind closed doors - not just throwing insults as they pass in the hallways - that wasn't the best, well that sucked. But he could put up with that, because that's where they stood, frenemy's who cuddle in private and bicker in public.

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That was until that day.

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"Look I know we will never agree on this" Harry basically shouted pacing around the room. "but I don't want to keep fighting, I Love you"

Draco's heart skipped a beat, he momentarily froze, not that Potter noticed, nor had he noticed the way Draco's face paled even more than possible. Had he really just told Draco he loved him, so casually as if asking about the weather? He couldn't. How could Harry truly care for him? The ex-death eater.

"Me Too" The words escaped Draco's lips before he could think. An automatic response while his brain processed what was happening.

"Wait, does that mean that you love me, or that you also love yourself?" Draco couldn't take it, the skill and calamity Harry's voice held, with hints of intrigue and humour. Making it seem as if that slip of the tongue, that use of 'love' wasn't a slip, but rather a confirmation or statement of his feelings towards Draco.

"Yes," His defence mechanism coming back up once again, over the past couple of months Draco had felt as Potter slowly chipped away at this wall, slowly brick by brick. But it was raising up again like defence shutters set off by an alarm.

"Prick"

"Wanker"

"You dickhead!"

Finally back to comfortable water, throwing insults towards each other, this he could handle, this type of Harry that was joking and light-hearted. Taking a deep breath Malfoy felt the floor returning to his feet, as the calming breath allowed him to regain his smirking face.

After all, Harry didn't need to know. Harry really didn't need to know how Draco felt, how his little words affected him, how much those tiny small words would change him and sit deep in his soul. No, he would shake it off, forgetting they even left Potters mouth and gave him hope. After all, this was just a school thing, something to never leave the ground of Hogwarts. So Draco will keep his heart under control because after all how could the savour ever care for an ex-death eater?.

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Note: I'm Attempting a different angle this time, a bit less happy and a bit more emotional, but man was this hard to write for me.

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"I love you."

"Me too."

"Wait, does that mean that you love me, or that you also love you?"

"Yes."