The Drarry plan was a success.

- And how can I help? - You've studied languages, say something in every language you know. Maybe this is a new way to mock me. - Okay, finalement vous avez commencé à agir tous les deux. - I think it's him! What language is that? - French, Le langage de l'amour. - Don't be like Draco! I'm begging you! - Okay okay okay, do you want a textbook? - Yes! - Well, just don't be lazy and you'll be done in a month. - Thanks, Herm. You're the best! Harry ran off and Hermione's face lit up with a satisfied smile. ☆★☆ For the next month, Harry spent the entire month plowing through the French manual. Articles, endings, new words. His head was puffy, but pushed by his own stubbornness and desire to understand what the object of his affection was saying, he moved stubbornly towards his goal. The only thing was... his heart sank when he imagined he'd translated Draco's words and there was only mockery. Yes, they were still studying in the library, and the Slytherin was still weaving French into their dialog. He spoke very well and fast, and Harry was unable to understand him. Eventually he spit on the translation and started listening to the intonation with which Malfoy spoke. It didn't sound like humiliation, rather the opposite. It gave him hope. Meanwhile, a month had passed, Harry and Draco were strolling along the shore of the black lake one winter day. - Le lac est certes magnifique, mais il ne peut pas se comparer à toi. (The lake is certainly beautiful, but it can't compare to you). - Can't you speak simpler and slower? - Why would I?" the Slytherin was wary. - I want to hear your beautiful speech." The tone was full of sarcasm, at least Harry hoped so. - Uh... okay, that's fine, Potter. Le ciel est si beau, mais il ne peut pas se comparer à toi. (The sky is so beautiful, but it can't compare to you.) The Gryffindor grinned. - Je suis content que mes sentiments soient réciproques. (I'm glad my feelings are mutual.) Draco froze in place. Potter had just answered him, and he did it in bloody French! - How long have you understood me?" his gaze went to the griffin. - Oh, don't worry." A sly smile touched his face. - Just now, and before that it was a month of language study. And there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time. Draco tensed up. What could it be? A rejection? An insult? Or a laugh right to his face? He went cold. - Je t'aime bien. (I like you.)-the blond couldn't believe his ears. - What? - Je t'aime bien, Drago. Draco stood in a daze, Potter had just said he liked him. Unthinkable. So his feelings were mutual? A warm feeling spilled into his chest at the realization. - I like you, too." he whispered, afraid to let the moment slip away. Harry slowly walked over to him and nestled his lips into his desired lips. Draco returned the kiss. They stood there on the shore of the lake and it was the happiest day for each of them. Walking past the window Hermione saw the couple. Smirking she headed onward. The Drarry plan had come to an end and quite successfully.