Reflection

Reflection

Look at me, you may think you see who I really am,

But you'll never know me.

Draco Malfoy slumped into the chair at the all night café in Diagon Alley, thinking he couldn't feel any more depressed than he was right now. He was Draco Malfoy, son of the infamous death-eater, Lucius Malfoy, he was expected to become one too and be up their right in Voldemort inner circle. And it was really starting to bug him. No one knew who he was really, all he was to them was another nobody who had a powerful father. If only he could tell people how he really felt and what he really thought. If only he could show them that what they thought about him couldn't be any more wrong. He wasn't the evil cold hearted person everyone though he was, it was just an act. But it would be a fatal mistake if he told anyone this, if anyone found out about these feelings and especially the way he felt towards none other than the famous Harry Potter he'd be dead for sure.

"I'm in love with Potter" He muttered to himself under his breath as he took a sip of his milkshake.

Everyday it's as if I play a part.

Now I see if I wear a mask I can fool the world,

But I cannot fool my heart.

"There's something wrong with my head" Harry Potter told himself as he walked down the deserted Diagon Alley to the all night café. He shook his head vigorously trying to clear it. But the only thing he managed to do was dislodge his baseball cap, he was trying to cover the scar on his forehead as much as possible. He bent down and retrieved the hat from the ground, and put it back on his head making sure his scar was covered. For once in his life he felt like being just Harry Potter tonight not Harry 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' Potter. He felt like he wanted to be alone with himself or at least with a certain Slytherin seeker. "Yeah right! Like that's gonna happen." He said laughing at himself for being stupid enough to think that it could ever happen.

Who is that guy I see staring straight back at me?

When will my reflection show who I am inside?

Harry stopped in front of the window of the café and looked at his reflection.

The same time Draco looked at his in the napkin dispenser in front of him on the table.

Both felt a slight pang of anger within themselves. Anger because no one other than themselves had ever gotten to or wanted to know them for who they really were deep down inside. No body bothered with them anymore.

Harry walked in the café and ordered a large strawberry milkshake. He looked around the café for somewhere to sit, actually the café was actually fairly empty which was perfectly understandable considering it was half past eleven at night. Then he noticed him. Sat alone in a corner of the room was a young man who looked no older than Harry was, he could tell the guy had blond hair even though he had a baseball cap on, just like Harry did, it was poking out the back underneath the hat.

I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart and what I believe in.

But somehow I will show the world what's inside my heart.

And be loved for who I am.

"Excuse me? Is anyone sat here?" Harry asked the guy nervously as he walked over to the table.

The guys head immediately snapped up when he heard Harry's voice, No it can't be. Can it? He thought to himself I'm just imagining things, but said out loud, "Sure. Why not?"

"Thanks" Harry said as he slid into the chair opposite. "So do you come around here often?" he asked trying to make conversation and get to know this guy at least a little bit.

"Sometimes. What's your name by the way?" he asked.

"Harry." He didn't tell the guy his full name. He didn't want the guys to talk to him just because he was the famous Harry Potter. "Your's?"

"Drac - Drake."

"Um hi Drake. Sorry for asking this and this is really rude of me but do I know you?" Harry asked curiously, it's true this guy did look familiar but he didn't know why.

"Probably not - no. My family just moved here from Leeds."

"Yeah. Sorry you just look like this guy I know from school." Harry said looking down at his milkshake and taking a sip.

"What's the guy called?" 'Drake' asked, hoping he knew what the answer was.

"Um… [Harry hesitated. What the hell? He thought] Draco." Harry replied with a sigh, while 'Drake's' heart did a little summersault and got stuck in his throat.

"What's the matter? You don't sound very happy." He asked hoping Harry wasn't feeling down for the reason he thought he was.

"I don't know I guess I miss him. ['Drake's' stomach did another flip] can I confide in you Drake? [He nodded] well I suppose I'm beginning to like him. But it'll never be able to happen cause I'm pretty sure that he hates me." Harry said with another sigh looking back down at his milkshake.

"Harry. I know a guy like that too and he's in exactly the same situation as you are. And I'm gonna tell you what I told him. Just follow you're heart and you'll see it'll turn out for the best eventually. And besides I'm pretty sure that Draco Malfoy feels the same way about you too."

"How do you?" Harry began but then something began to dawn on him, "Wait a minute, I never told you what his last name was? How'd you know?"

'Drake' slapped himself mentally. "Um. I just guessed. I mean Draco's not exactly a popular name is it?"

"No I guess not." Harry said, taking a sip of his milkshake although he never took his eyes off, 'Drake'. He had a sneaking suspicion that this guy was actually Draco. He had to figure out a way to find out. "Any way what school did you go?"

Drake shifted uncomfortably in his chair; "oh I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have heard of it."

"Probably not. So what was you're favorite lesson." Trying to trick him into revealing something about himself.

"Potions, we always get loads of house point in that class what with Snape being head of Slytherin and all." 'Drake' clamped his hands over his mouth already knowing he'd gone too far. He looked up at Harry whose eyes were sparkling with glee. Harry reached forward across the table and pulled the hat of his head revealing Draco Malfoy underneath.

Who is that guy I see, staring straight back at me?

Why is my reflection someone I don't know?

"I knew it was you." Harry yelled triumphantly, "Why'd you lie to me?"

"Harry look. [Harry's eye's widened slightly and hearing his name come from Draco's mouth] I'm sorry I should have told you. I knew it was you from the beginning but I didn't want you to judge me before you got a chance to know me properly." He paused before adding, "Again"

Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time?

When will my reflection show I am inside?

"So that's it then you know how I feel about you. [Draco nodded] Did you mean what you said earlier on? [He nodded again] So you feel the same way?"

"Harry, I like you ok?"

"Ok. Listen Draco do you want to go for a walk?" Draco nodded and they stood up and walked out of the shop.

There's a heart that must be free to fly.

That burns with a need to know the reason why.

Harry and Draco walked out of the café and down Diagon Alley in silence. Draco kept looking up at Harry when he thought he wasn't looking and Harry kept doing the same. Although neither of them said anything. Half way down Diagon Alley Draco decided to push his luck and reached out nervously to hold Harry's hand. Harry jumped slightly but to Draco's surprise he didn't pull away, instead he squeezed Draco's hand affectionately. Draco felt like he was flying, he was holding Harry Potter's hand and Harry seemed like he was enjoying it just as much as Draco was.

Why must we all conceal what we think, how we feel?

Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide?

At the end of Diagon Alley there was a small park with a few swings. Harry pulled Draco towards them and sat down on one of them. Then he surprised Draco again (He seemed to be a lot of that tonight) by pulling him down so he was sat on Harry's lap. Harry began to gently rock the swing backwards and forwards, he slid his arm around Draco's waist so it was resting on his hip and Draco let his head rest on Harry's. They both just sat there in silence swinging back and forth until Draco spoke up and asked:

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I- Can I" He stammered but the rest of the sentence was cut off as Harry covered his mouth with his a very soft kiss. After a minute or two he pulled back and said, "Can you what?"

"Shut up and kiss me again." Draco said pulling Harry towards him and placing a passionate kiss on his lips.

The snogging soon got out of hand and both of them were lying on the grassy floor, having fallen off the swing when the kiss had become wild.

Harry pulled away and whispered into Draco's ear, "Draco, will you do me the honour of going out with me?" before nibbling softly on his earlobe.

Draco made a gurgling noise in his throat as Harry started to kiss down his neck. "Harry of course I will. Now less talking and more kissing."

"Oh I can do one better than that." He said with a mischievous look in his eyes, he got up off of Draco and offered his hand to pull him up. "Come on"

They practically ran back up to The Leaky Cauldron and Harry's room.

No sooner had they got across the threshold had the clothes begun to come off.

Harry paused slightly in front of the dresser mirror caught his reflection and winked at it before getting into bed with his new boyfriend. Feeling that for once in his life he could be the real him, little did he know that this is what Draco was thinking at that very same moment.

The next morning Harry woke with a start wondering where he was until he looked up and saw two beautiful gray blue eyes looking down at him.

"Morning sleepy head." Draco said brightly as Harry snuggled closer, "Sleep well?" he asked kissing the top of Harry black hair.

"Ummm." Harry replied snuggling as close to Draco as he could. "When are you going back home?" He asked suddenly sitting up.

"At the beginning of next summer. My parent's have gone on a trip to Albania, probably to be with Voldemort. [Draco shuddered at the thought] I'm never going to be a Death Eater; I don't care what anyone says. I'm gonna be a Unspeakable." He sounded more like he was thinking out loud than talking to Harry.

"Good." Harry said suddenly, butting into Draco's train of thought, "Cause I'm going to be an Unspeakable too and I won't let you become a death-eater anyway. I care about you too much to let you do that."

"I care about you too Harry. I'm glad for the first time in my life I have someone who actually cares about me and likes me for who I am not who my father is. You do don't you?"

"Of course I do silly." Harry said, laughing as he kissed Draco again.

*

The rest of the summer pretty much flew by, with Draco spending some nights in Harry's room and Harry spending others in his. When the first of September came they were both pretty much head over heels in love with each other. Although they knew they couldn't be completely open about their relationship at first they decided to start with friendship in front of others, only they would know how the other was feeling. So in public view of everyone they were still making certain remarks at each other but they were at least being civil toward one and other. But late at night in the shadows under the protection of the invisibility clock, they would sneak around school looking for an empty classroom that they could be alone in. Some times they would even sit out by the lake snuggled together under it and watch the sunrise. They sent each other daily owls, using the school ones though, not their own, they would cause too much attention what with Hedwig being white and Draco being the only person in the school to have an eagle owl. To send notes to each other. Harry sent Draco a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap for his birthday, a comical way of remembering how they came to be together. By the time graduation came around Draco had decided he didn't want to move back into Malfoy manor and had owled his parents telling them that he was moving out. They were a bit reluctant to let him at first but eventually they allowed him.

Two months later they were both sitting on the white leather sofa curled up together watching a movie in their house that they shared. The house was nicely decorated in peach and cream colours, Draco decorated most of it and Harry had to admit that it was beautiful. Lots of Harry's friends from Hogwarts came by, usually with a case full of beer and coke. Neither Harry nor Draco drunk. They had started work immediately as Unspeakables and they needed to be sober at all times in case they were needed at work. They often had to run out of the house to work, sometimes and most of the time it was while they were making love. They had come out at graduation and surprisingly many people were Ok about it. Of course there were some who still had their doubts about Draco, mainly Ron and Hermione, but honestly, Harry couldn't care less. He was happy with Draco and right now that was all he needed.

I won't pretend that I'm someone else for all time.

When will my reflection show who I am inside.

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