This must be true love   von WeakEndGirl
                                (Draco X Harry)
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                              Kapitel 1: Memories
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True Love

(Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say,
Sometimes I wanna slap you
in your whole face.

There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down,
I know life would
suck without you.)

Harry didn't even want to go to that Wedding. Yeah, best friends and whatsoever.
He just wasn't in the mood for this. Weddings only reminded him of his own
failing to keep somebody besides him for more than one year. It simply never
worked out. Problems always appeared. It was not like he was looking for them.
He didn't make them up. Some couldn't handle his past, some couldn't handle the
fact that he still had these weird dreams of what had happen and some had just
been total assholes. He looked into the mirror.
“It's a shame nobody wants to marry me. I look good in a suit.”, he said to
himself and sighed. Harry was a very sad man. Ron was a very happy man as he
entered Harry's bedroom.
“You ready?”
“Yep.”

Harry went over to him and gave him a hug. They just stood there like this for a
couple of seconds, looked at each other and smiled.
“This is your day, buddy. This is gonna be great.”, Harry said.
“Yeah...Can you believe this is finally happening?”
Ron beamed at his friend and Harry smiled back. Harry had believed this day
would come after Ron had told him that he and Hermione had finally managed to
get together. And he was happy for them, he really was. He was just so lonely.
No one he had met before has ever really got him. It was not like he felt sorry
for himself. It was probably his own fault. And he knew it. But still. Sometimes
he wished for someone to be with him. They walked out of the room and down the
hallway.
“She'll probably look stunning in that dress.”
“I bet.”

They walked down the long hallway in silence. Harry thought about how he would
feel if he would have been Ron right now. Marrying the one person he loved most.
And that one that loved him most. Trusted him most. Would do anything for him.
Harry sighed a little when they reached the huge door. Ron gave Harry a nervous
look.
“Alright, buddy. Calm down. She will be here soon. Everything will be
fine.”
He opened the door just to find a lot of his friends and his second family, the
Weasleys. The door closed behind them. Everyone was just beaming at them as they
walked down to the desk at the end of the corridor. Harry stood close to Ron to
make sure he was not going to faint. They got the time to exchange one last look
when the music started playing. Ron turned around, his hands were shaking. The
door opened slowly again and there she was. Everything around them just seemed
to disappear as his eyes met hers.
Harry's jar almost fell to the ground. Wow, that girl looked stunning. Her brown
hair was tied at the back of her head, a lot of white flowers on top, making her
perfect skin look even more light than it already was. Her deep brown eyes were
glowing as a stunning smile appeared on her face. Time seemed to go really slow
as she seemed to float down the corridor. A simple, cute white dress covered her
slim body. 
And then he saw him.

That guy who brought Hermione up to them. This was not her dad. And this wasn't
a brother since Hermione was an only child. The cold, blue eyes met Harry's and
then he knew. The bright blond hair brought up all the memories from school. He
swallowed slowly.
Draco Malfoy handed Hermione to Ron and smiled just a split second. Harrys heart
was racing. But he was hoping that it didn't show.
Draco stood beside Hermione.
Harry was not going to survive this. Could this be real? He was here. After all
this time. All these years. All the things that had happened between them. 
“Hey...”, whispered Draco really quietly.
Harry couldn't say anything. These lips. These stupid, soft lips that formed all
the words that Draco had ever said to him and just looking at them brought back
all these memories.
After all the fighting, all the things between them and that....that kiss in the
school library years ago. He had never forgotten that day. The expression on
Dracos face.
Harrys face felt like it was burning and he was sure everyone in the room
realized that something was not quite right. He closed his eyes. And there he
was. In the school library.

“What do you even think? You know I am better than you.”
“You know what, Malfoy, I am so sick of fighting with you everyday. I'm sick
of you telling me I am not worth it and that you're so much better just because
your dad is a well-known man.”, Harry hissed.
Draco pressed his back against the wall, his eyes full of anger and hatred. His
blond hair was disheveled, dark shadows underligned the bright blue of his
eyes.
“At least I still have a dad.”, he slowly said.
That was too much.
Harry gnashed his teeth and tried to release himself from Dracos tight grip at
his shoulders. But he couldn't. He was sad and that took his power. He felt the
burning in his eyes. Draco must have seen what was going on. Harry couldn't hold
back. 
Dracos eyes widened as tears slowly ran down Harrys face. 
He leaned forward and kissed him. It was a soft, lovely kiss. Harry held on to
Dracos coat tightly. Dracos hands still held him up against the wall to make
sure he wasn't going to fall down. Draco moved away, looked at him and then
kissed him again. He slowly pushed his body against Harrys and let out a little
moan. His tongue quickly slipped into Harrys mouth, there was nothing Harry
could do. They were kissing passionatetly. Harry didn't know how much time had
passed when Draco suddenly stopped as if he had heard something. He quickly
looked over his shoulder, but he didn't see anything. Then he looked back at
Harry.
“I wanted to do this for such a long time.”, he simply said and let go of
Harry. He simply slid down the wall and fell to the ground. He breathed heavily.
Draco turned around, walked down the hallway and did never speak to Harry
again.

Until today. The wedding of his best friend. This was not going to end well, was
it? From that on he couldn't focus on anything but the tall, blond guy. He
looked amazing in a suit. Just amazing. He probably could have worn a potato
sack and still look really awesome. At least the wedding didn't last too long.
When the newlyweds walked out of the door together, Harry and Draco were behind
them, walking side to side. Harry put his hands in his pockets, because he felt
like if he didn't, he would probably run them along Dracos body immediatelty.
And that was maybe not what Hermione and Ron wanted for their wedding. He
glanced at Draco. Their eyes met.
“You okay?”
“Yep. You?”
“...No.”, Harry whispered, but he was sure Draco didn't hear it. 

They walked out of the building, people had lined up in front of it and threw
flowers at Ron and Hermione. Everyone was smiling and beaming except for Harry
and Draco. Harry forced himself to smile on every picture taken, but he wasn't
really feeling it.
When Hermione asked Ron to take a picture of her with Draco and Harry, their
Hands met behind her back for just a split second. Harry shrugged. A cold shiver
ran down his back but at the same moment, his faced flushed dark red. He must
have looked terrible.
“Are you coming with us?”, Hermione smiled.
Harry looked at her. Puzzled.
“The limousine.”, said Ron. “We want you two to come with us.”
“Where do we go?”, Harry asked, still puzzled.
“You will see.”, Hermione said and grabbed Harrys and Dracos Hand, dragged
them to the car. They got in quickly, shut the door. Ron turned the music up and
grabbed a bottle of champagne.
“Now, we celebrate.”, he grinned. 

“And when will you tell me where we're going?”, Harry asked and tried to
look out of the dark windows to get an idea where the we're heading.
“Airport.”, said Hermione. “And don't even try to escape, the doors are
locked.”
“Airport?? Are we leaving the country or something?? I didn't even bring
anything and I can't just go, it's-”, Harry said very fast in a nervous and
shivering voice. 
“Don't worry, buddy. I got your stuff for you. Everything is fine. This will
be fun. We haven't been on holiday together in years.”
“Yes, but...”, he looked at Draco. “...did you know?”
“No.”
“Then why are YOU so calm?”
“Should I disagree with the bride's wishes? I don't think so.”
Harrys heart was racing to the maximum. He would probably have a heart attack in
the next couple of minutes. He was going on holiday. With his two best friends
and that man...that man he had have the weirdest and nicest dreams about. He
couldn't handle it.
He grabbed the bottle of champagne and took a huge gulp.



                              Kapitel 2: Holiday
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Chapter 2

(There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down,
I know life would suck without you.)

When Harry woke up the next day, his head was aching really bad. He couldn't
really remember anything from the night before. He looked around.
He was obviously laying in bed. A really comfortable, nice hotel bed. The room
was really nice too. It was dark because the blinds were still shut. He moaned
and rubbed his eyes.
„God damn...“
He turned to the left and closed his eyes again. He should probably sleep a
litte more, right? Sleep was the cure to mostly everything. His ears were
burning.
„Harry?“, someone asked while knocking on his door.
Oh that sound seemed so loud even though he knew it wasn't. He slowly sat up
straight.
„Yes...“, he quietly said, coughed, and tried again a little louder this
time.
The door slowly opened and Hermione stuck her head into the room. She smiled at
him.
„Are you okay? Can I come in?“
„Yeah, sure.“
Harry sat up against the bed-head when he realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Hermione sat down at the foot of the bed. He put his hands under the blanket. He
wasn't wearing pants either.
„What happened?“
„Well, you actually started drinking in the limousine, continued in the
airplane, then we went on to the hotel bar and you just...lost it I guess.“
He rolled his eyes. Oh no. He was not really good at drinking. Why hadn't
anybody stopped him? Well... they had probably been drunk, too, right?
„I brought you to bed.“
„Oh geez, thanks, sweetie. I was too scared to ask.“
Hermione laughed.
„You know I don't let you down, right?“
She handed him a glass of water. Harry reached for it thankfully. He saw the
white pellet that bubbled inside the water. Hermione was a true friend. She took
such care of Harry all the time. He was really glad she was his friend. Harry
drank it fast, he couldn't stand the taste though.
„...sooooo“, he started, „what are we up to today?“
„Well“, Hermione said and stood up. „We are going to the beach. Feel free
to join us. Ron brought some swim shorts for you, I am sure.“
She smiled at him again before she left the room quietly. Harry had blushed. She
totally knew he was naked underneath the blanket. SHE had brought him to bed. He
felt a little embarressed. She was his best friend, for sure, and there was no
sexual tension between them or anything like that...but Harry was not really
happy about his own body. He was a rather tall and skinny guy. In a world of
steroids and gyms everywhere, he felt kinda ugly sometimes.
He slowly got up. Ohhh... the room was spinning a little around him. He lurched
over to the bathroom door, slowly opened and fell down in the shower
immediately. 
He turned on the water and just kept sitting there for a couple of minutes.

Hermione and Ron were already at the beach. The bright, soft sand felt really
calming between Harrys toes. The smell of salt and sunscreen clasped around
Harrys nose. He squinted behind his dark shades, the sun was shining really
bright. Children were playing with a ball in the water, laughing loudly. Harry
layed down his towel next to Hermiones. She handed him sunscreen that he put on
quickly. He always got burned by the sun. Most times he liked being pale but it
was a pain in the arse when it came to tanning.
„I havn't been to the beach in ages.“, said Ron. „I mean, vacation for so
many people like us“, he pointed at his ginger hair, „is really expensive,
you know.“
Harry laughed. 
„Not only expensive, man. Your brothers can be really annyoing from time to
time, you know.“
„No, really, Mr. Obvious?“
Hermione hat sat up straight and reached for the sunscreen as she spotted a
fimilar face a couple of meters away.
„Appearance Prince Charming.“, she quietly said. Harry had heard her words.
He looked to his right and there he was. A towel hang over Malfoys shoulder, his
swimshorts were kneelong and black, of course, his white skin shined pale in the
sunlight. Dark shades hid his stunning blue eyes, it was a shame. Harry
swallowed hard.
„Oh God“, he sighed.
Malfoy came closer to them, moving confident through the sand, his muscular body
attracted a lot of attention, not only Harrys. Two girls close to them giggled
when Malfoy looked into their direction. Harry wondered why he felt like he was
in some kind of Baywatch scene and if Malfoy would come an rescue h-
„Hey.“
Draco Malfoy put down his towel next to Harry.
He crossed his arms behind his head and just enjoyed the sunlight. Harry
couldn't take his eyes from this amazingly good-looking man. He watched Malfoy.
His perfect, pale chest moved slowly up and down from his breathing and few,
very little pearls of sweat appeared here and there on his skin, drawing Harrys
attention to this and that other perfect part of Draco's body. He nearly didn't
have any body hair and the few that was there was so bright blonde you could
hardly see it. 
„What exactly do you think you're doing?“, he heard Malfoy say and it
brought him back to reality. He looked down to see his own hand softly touching
Malfoys chest.
„Uhm. There was...sand?“, Harry said in an apoligizing voice. 
„Whatever. Take your hands off me.“
Harry blushed deep red. Oh no, this was not the way he wanted it to be. He
looked down to his legs and could see the small bump that was growing underneath
his swimshorts. He quickly stood up.
„I'm gonna go into the water.“, he mumbled at Hermione, who nodded and put
on more sunscreen. Harry walked through the sand and to one of the gangplanks
neardby. He took a deep breath, streteched his arms over his head and jumped
into the water, headfirst.
The warm water felt nice against his hot skin, he felt safe and protected. Harry
loved the water. When he got up again, he could see Malfoy coming into the water
as well. He didn't jump, he just simply walked into it, put his head under
water, got up again and swam into Harrys direction.
It was that exact same moment that Harry realized he had lost his swimshorts
within jumping.
„Oh crap!“



                             Kapitel 3: Incidents
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Chapter 3

(At the same time I wanna hug you, I wanna wrap my hands around your
neck.
You're an asshole but I love you, and you make me so mad)

Harry looked around in total panic. Where were his shorts? It seemed like the
water had just engulfed them. There where nowhere to be seen. His eyes still
nervously searching the water, he turned around. Malfoy was coming closer and
closer. Harry looked down. At least the water was cloudy enough to hide his
body. Malfoy had meanwhile disappeared. Where did he go?
„I have to find a way to let Hermione know that she needs to find me some new
pants“, Harry mumbled to himself and was about to swim back to the beach when
Malfoy got up in front of him. Harry had a little heart attack.
„Goddammit!“, he hissed, looking at the grinning Malfoy.

His blond, wet hair stuck to his beautiful, pale skin to both sides of his face.
The water was reflecting in the deep blue of his sincere eyes. The nearly
perfect way his shoulders and collarbones moved back and forth while he tried to
keep himself over water with his hands moving underneath the surface of the
water made Harry forget how to speak.

„You are going down, Potter.“, was the last thing he heard Malfoy say,
before the sounds of the world turned into dull, rather calm noises. Air bubbled
out of his mouth, reaching the surface in form of unshaped bubbles. His eyes
could not see properly. Everything was cloudy and blurred. He felt the heavy
weight of Malfoys hands on his shoulders. Pulling him back up.
Harry panted for air and coughed heavily. Little spits of water flowed
uncontrolled out of his mouth. He had been dipped. His eyes looked around
confused.

“Wow, you look really shite right now.”, Malfoy said with a slight smile on
his lips. Uh, these lips again. Harry looked at them a little bit too long.
Hopefully Malfoy would mistake his red face for sunburn. Hmm they looked so
soft. It had been so long since that other kiss in the hallway. Yes, Malfoy had
not spoken to him for a long time. But that didn't include physical interaction,
right? He had been surprised to meet him again. Late night. In the hallway.

There he was. Walking down the hallway. Looking outside the arches up to the
moon. He couldn't sleep. Just the usual nightmares. The usual thoughts. The
usual being useless. He sighed. He liked being alone. It was the one thing he
was really good at it. Then he heard the footsteps. He turned his head. Out of
the dark, a tall, blonde, beautiful creature approached him. Harrys heart
skipped a beat. He looked around but Malfoy was alone. Harry dodged backwards
until his back touched the cold stone the castle was made of. Oh no, not again
he thought as Malfoy came closer and closer. Not again. And in the same moment,
he wanted this so bad. So, so bad. Hmm and these soft lips against his own. The
blonde hair that fell onto his forehead and tickled so nicely. The warm hands
that held his face so carefully but still determinant. Their hot breathe against
each others face, Malfoys tongue inside Harrys mouth, Malfoys hands underneath
his shirt. His heartbeat was going fast, his hands clung to Dracos sweater. And
then...Malfoy backed up, biting his lip. His eyes closed, puckered brows.
Turning around, walking away. That was all Harry was going to get, today, on his
birthday. It was his present. All he asked for. He smiled. 

“What are you smiling at, Potter? It makes you look dumb, you know.”
Harry opened his eyes. He was still in the water, same spot he had been before.
He was still not wearing pants and this beautiful gentleman in front of him
still took his ability to speak away. Damn.
“It does not.”, he whispered, that was the only thing he could think of to
say. He wanted to drown. He wanted Draco to go away. He wanted pants. Especially
pants. 

Then he saw Hermione swimming towards them. 
“Thank God.”, Harry sighed.
Draco looked at him with his eyebrows lifted.
“Wow, you must really hate me.”
Hermione came up to them and gave Harry her famous knowing look. She had noticed
that something was not quite right and came to the rescue. She had always been
Harrys life saver and would always be.
“You don't look so good, Harry. Maybe you should leave the water for now.”,
she said to him and he tried to tell her through his eyes that this was not
quite possible. Draco was still looking at them puzzled, seeing them exchanging
looks.
“Oh my god...”, he whispered. “Wow, this is insane!”
His jar had dropped a little.

“What do you two think you're doing?”, he hissed.
“Huh?”, Harry said, nervously trying to keep the distance to Draco. Hermione
didn't even pay attention to Malfoy. She was still trying to figure out what
exactly was wrong with her best friend.
“This is just crazy! You had this carry-on going all this time! ALL this time
– I should've known!”
Hermione splashed a huge amount of water into Dracos face.
“Are you out of your mind? Stop talking nonsense. Did the sun already burn
your silly head so bad?”
“What – NO! But the way you two look at each other is just really
suspicious!”
“Oh, come on, Draco, swallow your jealousy.”, Hermione hissed and took
Harrys arm to navigate him away from the blonde guy.
“I lost my pants.”, Harry whispered.

Hermione tried to keep a straight face as the swam away from Malfoy. 
“Ok, you stay here, I'll get you a towel.”
“Quick, please!”, Harry said in a suffering tone, gnashing his teeth,
looking back at Malfoy to make sure he was not following them. Hermione hurried,
took the towel, shook it out (Ron moaned as the sand fell on his back) and ran
back into the water.  The towel soaked as she put it under water and handed it
to Harry. The young man quickly tied it around his waist and followed his friend
out of the water again. Malfoy had already lied down in the sand next to Ron
again.
“Ron, we need to get back to the hotel. Despite the fact that I burned my skin
really bad, Harry has a small problem we should maybe take care of.”
“Ewww!! So that is why the three of you were always together... this is just
so gross.”
“Huh?”
“I guess he is assuming that we're gonna have a three-some now.”, Ron said a
little too loud, in a rather offensive way, making the other people at the beach
turning their heads. 

Hermione quickly  picked up the towels and bags, forced Ron to stand up, took
Harrys arm and stormed off. Ron tried to keep up, fumbled his car keys out of
his pocket, unlocked the car and everybody got in. Well, everyone except for
Malfoy, who was still sure that something unusual was going on.
“What exactly is the problem?”, said Ron when he sat down on the driver's
seat.
“Harry lost his pants in the water.”
“WHAT! What did you and Malfoy do in there, huh???”
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Nothing. I lost them when I jumped head first.”, Harry explained and took
off the wet towel. He reached over to the bag standing next to him and nuzzled
for dry shorts. 

Meanwhile, Malfoy got up, rolled up his towel and walked towards the direction,
where Rons car was standing. Maybe his mind has just been playing tricks on him.
Maybe he needed to apologize to the other guys. He sighed. He wasn't really good
at this. He was a Malfoy. He never apologized. But throughout the years, someone
had taught him how. At least, tried to teach him.

He clearly remembered the day he came home from a field trip, threw his stuff
anywhere into his room, opened the blinds and watched the rain fall down. The
phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Draco Malfoy.”
“Yes.”
“This is Hermione Granger speaking.”
“What do you want?”, he roughly said and bit his tongue a little to avoid
swear words. His thoughts were running around in his head. This was the key.
This was it. She was the connection. He had to be nice. 
“Well. There is something I need to talk to you about.”
And then they talked about Harry. How she thought that the only person Harry had
ever loved was Draco (even though she didn't know why) and how he missed him.
And Draco opened up. Told her about all the secret kisses in the hallways, on
Harrys birthday every year, on Christmas, any other holiday Draco could think
of. Because he thought that was his gift to him. The only thing he could give
him. And Harry never said no. He always showed up.
“We should meet. Bury the hatchet. Harry needs you.”
“Okay.”
After that, they met on a regular basis. They talked about school, all the
things that had happened. They talked about Harry. Where he was at with his
life, what he was doing, how he was feeling, who he had become throughout the
years. Draco still wanted him. He was sure, Harry was still the same soul. One
day, the phone rang in the middle of the night. Draco reached over, super
tired.
“This better be important...”
It was Hermione.
“It's time. I'm getting married. You're meeting Harry in three months. Get
ready.”
And she hung up again. Draco did not sleep that night.

He sighed when he came closer to the car. He really needed to apologize, this
was the only way. He went to the back window on the left side and knocked. Heads
turned. He looked into Harrys eyes. They widened. He looked down. Harry was not
wearing pants.




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