It was Harry's 5th year at hogwarts and things were going...interesting. Umbridge was terrorizing the school and the D.A. was working hard, but despite all this Harry was happy. Draco Malfoy had run into him in the hallway and...Things happened.
*FlashBack*
The D.A. was leaving the Room Of Requirement when Harry saw a flash of blond hair. "Hey, give me a minute. I'll catch up." Hermione and Ron gave him weird looks.
"Sure, mate." Ron said still giving him a look.
Harry waited until they left then took off after the flash, As he got around a corner he crashed into someone. "O, It's you, Saint Potter." Spat Malfoy. Harry stayed quiet. "What's the matter? Cat got the golden boy's tounge?" Harry couldn't take it any longer.
"Why are you following me?" He blurted out.
"What?"
"Why are you following me?" He said calmer.
"It's my job, or haven't you noticed?" Draco said in a sarcastic tone.
"No," Draco looked shocked."Because I think you like me and that's why you're following me." As Harry was saying this he was moving closer to Draco. But Draco not being one to back out stood up taller.
"And what if i do?" And oh how Harry wished he did.
"Then you might want to do something about it." He said, moving even closer. As he got closer Draco leaned down catching Harry's mouth with his. Harry gasped which made Draco start to let go, But Harry wrapped his arms around Dracos neck pulling him closer.
*End FlashBack*
As Harry was remebering what had led to this point, Draco walked into thier meeting place.
"Hey, Baby, What's up?" Draco practically purred.
"Just thinking about how this all started."
"Hmm. Well I hope that won't affect your playing tommorrow, After all isn't your friend playing?" Draco said smirking.
"Of course it won't, After all you're the emotional one" Harry laughed, Making Draco's smirk fall.
As they bantered back and forth through the night and said thier goodnights, Draco stated. "By the way, The game tommorrow will have a surprise."
"Ok..."
*The next day*
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King.
Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley is our King.
The song was all Harry could hear and Ron too it seemed, As he seemed to be doing even worse then he was before, Making them lose the game.
As they all retired to thier beds that night, Harry wrote a letter to Draco telling him to meet him under the tree at the great lake. Then left to go there.
As Draco arrived Harry stood up. "Was that the surprise?!" He said raising his voice.
"Was what the surprise? The singing?" Harry nodded. "Oh, Heavens no! Love i had nothing to do with that, That was pansy!"
Harry shifted his feet."Then what was your surprise?" He Practically whispered.
"Well i had planned on singing you a melody," Harry looked surprised."To pronouce my undying love for you, So we could finally come out."
"Wait, Are you serious?"
"I'm a Malfoy, Of course i'm serious." Harry launced himself at Draco making both of them tumble to the ground.
"By the Way, I love you too."