What You Could Do
By Kick Flaw
Harry looked at Draco. Draco looked at Harry. Then Harry said:
“I’ll never leave you, you know.”
He said it placidly.
“It doesn’t matter what you do. You could lie. You could steal. You could sleep with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dudley, Sirius. You could come to our bed with the blood of Dumbledore on your hands and I’d lift up the blankets for you.”
There was no inflection in his tone. No rise or fall. Just the simple, core truth of his words.
“You could become everything I was taught to hate, and it wouldn’t matter.”
“You could hurt me.”
Draco didn’t blink.
“You could leave me.”
Draco didn’t move.
“You could torch the very idea that makes me, and my arms would still be there for you.”
Harry looked at Draco. Draco looked at Harry. And then Harry asked:
“You know that, right?”
“I know.” And Draco’s words were placid as well.
“Do you know why?”
Draco thought about it. His eyes went foggy as he sought through the depths of his knowledge and found no answer. Eventually, he shook his head.
Harry smiled, pleased.
“Because you love me.”
Draco nodded at this.
“You love me. And it doesn’t matter what you do or what you are, what you become or what I become, or how much hurt lies between us. That will never change. You will always love me, forever. Forever.”
Draco nodded once again, unsurprised. It was no shock to him, what he’d already known. He asked:
“Are you proposing to me, Harry Potter?”
“I think so.”
“A little early for that line, don’t you think? Last I checked, there were a few more formalities before it came to that.” Harry arched an eyebrow playfully.
Draco shook his head again, a quiver of motion at the corner of his mouth belying his amusement. “No. I do. I love you. Forever.”
They were silent.
“Is that a yes?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t when you’re around.”
“Well, what do you feel?”
“I do too.”
“Then it’s settled.”
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