I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath (фемслэш)

Draco whispers quietly in between them, her grey eyes shining; “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Harry.”
And Harry feels it building. The need to just say it. Tell her. Let her know. Even if nothing is the same again. Even if Draco really is the straightest straight girl to ever peruse the earth; even if she’s disgusted by Harry, even if their friendship is destroyed. Something feels different; something’s shifted, and now Harry would rather die than spend another minute allowing Draco to exist without knowing how utterly in love Harry is with her.