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It was getting late. Draco yawned.

“You should go to bed,” said Harry.

Draco glanced at him.

“Let me sleep over,” he said.

“Okay,” said Harry, his heart flipping over.

“This is weird,” said Draco, at the same time as Harry said, “I’m gay.”

Draco laughed.

“I knew that,” he said.

“What?”

“Well. I speculated,” said Draco. “I’m bi. I fancied you, in school.”

Harry went bright red.

“Oh,” he said.

“Relax,” said Draco. “I don’t anymore.”

“Hang on,” said Draco. Harry was sucking up iced tea through a straw. “The first time you tell me you love me, you also decide I love you?”

“Well, you do, don’t you?” asked Harry, with such blinding confidence that Draco wondered if maybe he had been in love with Harry since he was eleven, without fully realising it.