"For years now, I’ve been practically obsessed with you, you know? Even when we were kids. When I was little, I wanted to be you, the famous Harry Potter. And then when I met you, I wanted to be your friend. Then when I fucked that up," Harry couldn’t help but smile a little at his self-deprecating tone, "by being a little shit, I wanted your attention. As much of it as you would give me. And then... when we met again as colleagues... I truly loved Astoria, with all that I was, but even before all of this happened, when we met on that case together, I knew that I wanted you, with an intensity that I’ve never wanted anyone else before with," Draco carefully pressed their lips together, "Sometimes, I think maybe us ending up together was inevitable," he brushed their lips together again, each kiss becoming firmer and full of promise, "I love you... I  love you," he whispered in between each and every kiss they exchanged, "I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt it. I love you so,  so much," Draco’s fingers caressed his cheek, "I love you, I love you, I love you,"