Draco winced at Harry's worried ex
pression, and he felt his heart swell with emotions he had never felt before: protectiveness and...love. His eyes widened, and he fought to kick that thought out of his head, but before he could, his mouth blurted out: "Harry, I think I love you."
Before Harry could respond, he rushed forward. "I realise I shouldn't be thrusting this upon you now, when we're having a good time, and we've only been together a little while, but I really think I love you." His face was red, and his grey eyes filled with apprehension. He wondered what Harry would say now. Maybe he'd break up with him? Hit him? Get angry?