Summary: This short story belongs to a series of heart-warming ones that were created not for just smutt or slash, but for the sake of all relationships in the world.

Harry popped a beautiful chocolate cherry into his mouth. He had been devouring the candies all day long and knew there where bad things to come since he did. Hermione had told him not to but that never got to him. He thought that if he got fat, nobody would like him. He thought that nobody would stop him. He was very, very wrong.

Draco Malfoy had been sitting across the room from the Golden Trio and decided to watch Harry as he shoved the horrendous balls of saturated fat into his mouth. He saw him swishing it back and forth in his mouth and savouring the taste, he also saw him look straight at him.

Oh no, he's looking at me! NO! Draco thought to himself as he panicked. Don't look at me! NO! Eat your goddam cherry and look away! The blonde looked away before Harry had. Obviously the embarrassment had gotten to him since the color in his cheeks had risen without concern.

Dinner went well for all Houses and everyone got along for the first week. That is, until Draco blushed at Harry. What Draco didn' t know was that what he had done would effect his life dramatically. He had no clue that he had blushed and caused Harry to smirk. This week was going to be the worst for Draco Malfoy. The absolute worst of his entire life... or so he thought

Harry continued to enjoy the delicious treats until Hermione took the box away from him the next evening. "What are you doing, Hermione?" Harry asked her, his hand in place from another cherry. Hermione set the box out of his reach and turned towards him, tutting.

"You know, Harry. They're really not good for you... but I totally understand if you're depressed and you wish to eat them. That still is not reasonable but it will make me feel bad..." she smirked.

Harry knew exactly what she was talking about. She wanted him to speak. Ever since Sirius' death there had been more than one thing bothering him, and Hermione knew it. She wanted him to spill to here what it was. And if he didn't, he'd never get his sweets back.

"Fine!" he said exasparatedly. "If you must know what's been bugging me it's Cho," Harry told her. "Every time I try to talk to her she get all emotional again and tells me more and more about Cedric. To tell you the truth I'm sick of it! Also, she keeps getting on my case about publicity and how I'm soaking it in like a sponge..." he really had nothing more to say. If he went off about Cho, Hermione would analyze more than Harry wanted her to. He thus decided to keep his mouth shut. It didn't help in the slightest.

"Harry, you're lying to me again," she protested harshly. "You need to tell me the whole truth. I know that somehting is bugging you but if you keep refusing to tell me, it's going to eat at your insides."

"Well, Hermione, don't try to be nice or anything," Harry said sarcastically. "You know, you could just, for once, be nice and tell me that everything's going to be alright..."

"But then... I'd be lying."

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Draco sat on the edge of the lake, facing the setting sun. He had never once dreamed that he would be back here. It had been so long since he had just sat and thunk by lake. The lake's waters were calm and refreshing. He didn't notice that somebody was watching him until the person sa down beside him.

"Potter?" he asked.

"Hi, Malfoy."

"What are you doing?" there was no malice in his voice but there was a question that couldn't be answered. Harry didn't know why he was there. The truth was that he was also trying to figure it out.

"I-I don't know," he honestly stated.

Draco looked in his eyes and found emptiness. "What do you mean?"

"I guess I just want to be with you. I can't explain why, I just do." Harry looked back to Draco and smiled. "I just want to..." he trailed off but before he had time to finish, Draco had lay down and rolled over onto Harry.

"Kiss me," he demanded.

Harry did. He couldn't stop the urge to kiss him. So he did. Harry cupped Draco's face in his hands and pressed his lips firmly to Draco's. He licked and tickled his bottom lip and Draco responded by openin his mouth and sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth.

It was like something so delicious you just couldn't get rid of it. Draco glided his tongue across Harry's teeth as the brunette dug deep into Draco's soft, blonde locks and moaned. Harry tasted like those cherries that he had been eating all day long and Draco just couldn't get enough of it.

Their tongues battledand soon they were both clad in their boxers on the edge of cold water, holding eachother tightly, Harry wanting more than just touching and kissing. He tried to pull down Draco's boxers but the blonde protested furiously. "No. Not Ready," he moaned happily to Harry who was rightfully dissapointed but nodded to be polite anyway.

Draco got up as Harry did. Harry let a single tear fall down his cheek from the unhappiness and he felt somebody embrace him from the back. Draco was clinging onto him like a cat on a curtain. He didn't want Harry to leave. He just wasn't ready to lose his virginity for a silly little fuck. He didn't want it to just be a silly little fuck. He wanted it to be romantic and full of energy. But one thing was for sure that he had hoped that when he lost it, he wanted it to be with Harry.

"Potter, please don't leave me. I'm just not ready to lose myself yet..." he admitted and a surprised look appeared on Harry's face.

"You, you're a virgin?" he chuckled and as Draco nodded, he buried his nose and lips into Draco's collar. Harry kissed the skin there and nodded. "Me too," he whispered.

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Breakfast at the Gryffindor table was terrible.

"Harry? Harry!" Ron called after Harry who had rushed into the Great Hall that morning. Ron caught up to him and took a seat next to him. "Harry, who were you going down on last night beside the lake?" he said aloud. Too loud. Everybody was now listening closly to the conversation and the brunette disliked this very much.

"I was not going down on anybody, Ron. We were only kissing," Harry said.

"So? Who was it?" Hermione inturrupted.

Harry was shocked. He really couldn't tell them could he? Well he could tell them about any other little thing, why not this? "Umm," he began. Hermione was sitting close but her hear was about inches away from Harry's mouth which obviously meant to not tell Ron. "Draco," he whispered.

"DRACO MALFOY?" Ron yelled. He choked on the blueberry muffin that he had been chewing. Chunks of the breakfask went tubeling out onto Harry's plate but he didn't care. "YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON MALFOY!" Ron yelled once again.

"Thanks, Ron," said Harry sarcastically. "Thanks a lot." As he spoke, a rather large parcel flew out at him with an owl attatched to it. It was a beautiful black owl that had a bright green collar on that said "Sylvia-Property of Draco Malfoy." Harry untied the package and handed his half-eaten pancake to it. Sylvia chirped happily. "hey there, Sylvia. How are you?" he asked it, unwrapping whatever had been adressed to him. inside the bok were three items. A card, a rose, and a bottle of champiegn. "what the fuck?" he said aloud. He began to read the card with Hermione over his shoulder.

Deer Harry Potter,

Pleaze excuze me for this rude intrupshun, but my name is Pansy Parkinson, as you know. My little huny-cakes Draco has a crush on you and I thawt that if you both recieved a rose and bottel of champain that said it waze from eech other that you would rede this note and go to the Asstronomoy Towre... Draco don't have the same note rergarding what your's does but he will go to the Asstronomoy Towre tonight at ate as you shood. He'll be wateing for you. And I'me sorrie for my bad misspelings, I'm not to gratet in Englich.

PANSY P.

"Oh Jesus Christ, what has she done?" said Harry.

"What is it, Harry?" asked Hermione and Ron together. Hermione already knew the answer but wouldn't say anything. She wouldn't was Ron to know. He had already yelled it out to the entire school that Harry had liked him; he could do much worse.

"... She really needs to get a tutor for English," Hermione chuckled to Harry who nodded.

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Seven. The clock struck and Harry began to get ready. He got out his favourite black tee shirt and his best black trousers. Along with this, there was axe body spray, a shower, contacts (which he never wore in his life), and of course, nice black shoes. Pansy had said he would be there at eight. He would have to act fast if he wanted to get there.

He went into the bathroom and unclothed. He stood in his boxers in front of the mirror and thought quietly. He looked good. Quidditch had done wonders for his body and maybe Draco couldn't resist him. As he hopped into the steaming jetting water, he imagine himself ontop...

Seven forty-five. Fifteen minutes. Not time to spare. A forty-five minute shower hadn't been in mind but it just so happened that the image of the blonde was enough to satisfy him... what would the real thing be like? Hurry, he though as he rushed out the door. Ron tried to question him several times before Harry left but was left in the dust in the end.

Eight O'one. He was there. The door to the Astronomy Tower was only a few inches from his reach when it opened by itself. Draco stood there looking rather dumbfounded. There was nothing infront of him. But wait. Harry was know for wearing that silly cloak thing around when he was up to somthing weird. He reached out in front of him and successfully pulled off the silvery blanket. He smiled. Not a smirk, but a smile. A cute, innocent, Draco Malfoy smile.

Harry was looking stunning for once and Draco immediately noticed the wonderful smell that was coming off from him. "What's that spray?" he asked. Harry chuckled and shook his head. "Well, Potter. You look... wonderful." Draco sounded sincere. Harry's choice of outfit was perfect and even though his shirt was a bit too tight for his likings, Draco seemed to like it.

Draco took Harry's hand and led him to where the moon's light reflected onto the ceramic flooring. The floor was cold but Harry was sure that they would warm it up soon. Draco on the other hand didn't really expect anything to happen. He took out a nicely wrapped parcel and handed it to Harry.

"I do expect something in return," Draco said gazing out at the stars. "But what I want is not anything that you can buy. You cannot touch it, or see it, but you can feel it in your soul."

Haryy knew what it was so they sat there together in the moonlight and as the stars become more vibrant, Harry leaned over to the blonde boy and kissed his cheek. Draco, taken by surprise, stared at him.

Without another word, Harry stood up and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" Draco asked, standing also.

"I thought that you wanted me to go. You never said anything about me kissing you.." he trailed off.

"No, no. Please. Don't go. Just.." He walked over to Harry, pused him up against the wall and and handed him the box once again. "Open it."

Harry obeyed. In the wrappings was a box of chocolate cherries. Harry smiled. "My favourite," he said.

Draco nodded. "I know, I saw you. But, you cannot eat these unless you..." he became quiet.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"...I love you too, Harry," he said and the box of cherries dropped to the ground. Harry took Draco's face in his hands and pressed his warm lips to the cold and unsure ones. Draco responded and pulled Harry close. His hands where attatched to Harry's butt for the rest of the kiss. He groped as Harry and he delightfully swirrled their tongues. The combined pleasure for Harry was mind-blowing. He really did love him.

Draco removed his hands and slid Harry's shirt off. He kissed his collarbone and teased the skin as Harry slid down Draco's pants and unbuttoned his blouse. They were soon enough clad in their boxers, laying on the floor. Harry was atop Draco, licking and teasing his nipples. Draco was grinding himself against Harry wanting it right then and there. But they savoured their kisses, and took their time loving every inch of the other.

Draco woke up, cuddled against Harry on the cold floor the next morning. "Good morning, Draco," Harry yawned. The blonde clung to Harry and nuzzled his tired and aching body to Harry's.

"Good morning," he mumbled back. They sat there for the longest time not saying a word to eachother just as they had the previous night. But in the silence, Draco couldn't help but think of how helpful Pansy had actually been. He would have to give her a one-time-only-hug when he got back to the Common Room. That is... if he every got back to the Slytherin Common Room. He smirked at his newly conceived idea.

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Well, that was it. Was it cute? IT WAS CUTE IN MY OPINION! It was made to make you think. If you do not understand it then you never really wished to be in a relationship with somebody that you truely love.