Re-written to follow the rules. basically changed to third person. no plot line/story changes. Me xox

'Is it me or do you get the feeling that Grang – sorry, Hermione – is becoming a chaperone?' Draco whispered in his partner's ear, his eyelashes butterfly kissing the other's temples.

'Hmm?'

Harry was brought out of a daydream, and hadn't heard the question. But the blonde was fine about it, repeating it again, slowly, kissing his cheek at the end.

'Chaperone?' the raven-haired boy said softly, looking past Draco's blonde hair. Sleek as it was, it was still covering half of Hermione's face and Harry couldn't tell if she was looking directly at them or not.

'Yeah, I think 'chaperone' covers it,' the Gryffindor replied, looking back at Draco. 'And are you bothered? Coz I'm not. And anyway, you're just 'keeping me warm'.'

The last remark made Harry grin widely and Draco started laughing. They clung to each other, Draco dragging Harry into a huge hug.

'You're shaking,' the Slytherin commented, lowering his head to look at the other boy.

'Are you sure you don't want my cloak?' he offered, releasing him to start unclipping it.

'No, no, stop that. We'll go and find Ron. Seen as he nicked off with my cloak in the first place.'

Harry turned round to Zabini and Ginny, and promptly turned around again.

'Well, they're erm… they're getting alone just…erm…yeah, just fine, err, well enough.'

Draco moved himself around so he could see them both when Harry refused to be more descriptive about their actions.

'God, Potter!' he said, sounding exasperated. 'It's not that bad!'

'Have you ever seen someone do tha…?' The black-haired boy trailed off, knowing his protesting wasn't going to stop the other. 'Too late.'

Draco spun, grinned, and grabbed a handful of Zabini's hair, ripping him away from Ginny.

'ZABINI!' he addressed the elder boy. He continued in a quieter tone. 'Me and Harry are off to find the Weasel, or rather, Harry's cloak.'

'Fine, fine. Now leave!'

'Gone.'

At this, he snatched Harry's hand and dragged him away, up through Hogsmeade towards the Shrieking Shack.

'Erm, Draco,' Harry said, 'babe, why are we going up here?'

'Because we need a little privacy and coz Granger was annoying me by staring and going on and on about what happened between me and Ron ages ago.'

'Oh…okay then. I'm following.'

'Stop!' He commanded. Harry did.

'What?' he asked perplexed.

Draco moved towards the Gryffindor quickly, kissing him, their tongues meeting, their dance becoming one filled with passion and lust. They carried on until they both had to surface, if only for oxygen.

Damn the need to breathe, Harry thought, as he turned his head upwards again to meet the others lips, tongue flicking out again, to push gently into his mouth, trying to keep one simple thought in his head 'breathe through your bloody nose!'

It didn't happen though, it never did.

Every time they kissed, all coherent thought left his brain, all replaced by 'I love you so much'.

(BREAK)

'But you should know that by now,' Harry said to Draco, as they gazed into the fire. 'You should have realized by now that you are the only person I think of, dream of, need to be with. Don't you remember the first time I told you this? Do you think that things have changed so much in the past few years? If you do, then just tell me.'

He stared at the others head, the flames in their room reflecting off the Slytherin's blonde hair, throwing the most dazzling shades of red and yellow onto his head.

'No, I've not forgotten. How could I possibly forget?' Draco told him after a pause. 'And you know I still feel the same.'

'Good. That makes two of us.'

'You're so cheesy Potter.'

'I love you too, Draco.'

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