Yes, it was true; Harry really did love Draco Malfoy. The time had long since passed for him to wonder about how in the world that had happened, and to wonder if it really was possibly true. But it was times like these, when Draco's Slytherin side showed the most, that Harry was reminded just how bizarre it was to love a Slytherin so deeply.

"Royal flush. Looks like you owe me fifteen galleons, Blaise."

Blaise hit his head against the kitchen table, making Harry wince at the loud noise. Draco did nothing but smirk as he swiped the galleons from the table, pocketing them in one swift motion. Draco's devilish smirk grew even wider as Blaise groaned from his position with his head on the table.

"Damn it Draco, you're too good at this game…"

"Luck of the cards, mate, luck of the cards," and with that Draco vanished the pack of cards away and soon Blaise was leaving from his visit fifteen galleons lighter than when he arrived.

Draco turned from the door looking rather satisfied. However the Harry he turned to face did not look so happy. In fact, he was sporting a rather somber frown.

"You cheated," even as Harry said the words Draco was wrapping his slender arms around Harry's waist, already anticipating the lecture he knew he was going to get from his chivalrous husband. Even if Harry could be known to have some Slytherin streaks, he was at the core a Gryffindor.

"It's only cheating if you get caught," Draco said smoothly, as he slyly pulled Harry over to the couch. While he met no resistance from the dark haired man, the unhappy expression didn't leave his face.

Harry sighed as Draco started to lace his fingers through his hair soothingly. He knew he couldn't stay mad at Draco for long but really, he just couldn't see how Draco could cheat. It was probably only because he was so used to Draco's motions that Harry noticed Draco's cheating, but that thought only unnerved him even more because it meant that Draco was particularly good at cheating when playing card games.

"That was completely wrong," Harry said as he closed his eyes to the soothing sensation of Draco's fingers in his hair.

"Hmm," Draco only purred in response.

"Totally uncalled for," Harry persisted, though he knew it probably wouldn't get him anywhere.

Draco didn't answer, but instead positioned himself on top of Harry, giving him a sweet kiss on the forehead.

Harry gave one final attempt at lecturing the pale blond, "You know Draco, you really are heartless." It was his best friend that Draco had conned money off of, after all.

Draco stopped his motions and brushed the locks of unruly black hair from Harry's eyes so he could see them properly. When Draco next voice, his voice was serious, "You're right Harry. I don't have a heart. Because a certain Gryffindor has it." Then he tilted Harry's head up and pressed their lips together.

Harry's last coherent thought before he was swept up in the kiss were, 'Oh right, that's why I fell in love with a Slytherin.'