Disclaimer: All characters in here are by the awesome J.K. Rowling. I do not intend to buy, purchase, or own any of them. Though I wouldn't mind having Draco in my bed ;)

Bold=dreams
Italic=thoughts

Prologue:

He could feel him watching him…the hairs on the back of his neck confirmed it, but he couldn't turn around. If he did, then they would know. At the very least Hermione would notice, and as much as he loved the brunette witch, her knowing would be bad. They'd already agreed no one could know, at least not till they were out of school. Then they could say they grew up, or the war brought them together, or their jobs or some stupid shite like that. They'd have plenty of time to think about it after graduation, and no one to really notice, or care about them. Sure the papers would talk about it for weeks, maybe months, but then it would die down and they'd get left alone. Them still being in school gave way for everyone to notice, everyone to care, to gossip, to glare… He'd had enough of that from the Tournament, the DA and Ms. Umbridge and all that drama, and then when he'd used the Sectumsempra curse on Draco and the other Slytherins found out. It's amazing that they've been able to keep their relationship a secret from their houses for this long; they'll be going on 8 months next week. And it's been getting harder and harder for Harry to concentrate during classes, and to keep his eyes averted from the bleach blonde male.

You'd think he was falling for Draco Malfoy, but Harry refuses to think about that right now. Every time his mind starts wandering towards thoughts of love, he has to distract himself. By letting his owl Hedwig out for a fly, or going flying himself, or practicing spells or-in drastic measures-doing his homework. But he tried to avoid doing too much homework as a distraction, or did it late at night in his room; otherwise Hermione would know immediately that something was bothering him. He only ever did his homework when she constantly nagged him about it, or when he needed to drown his thoughts. The last time that happened was when Sirius died and he didn't want to think about it so he concentrated on spells and studies. He could use the war as an excuse, or the fact that Lupin, Tonks, Fred and so many others are dead… but that's what Ron is doing, and Harry is supposed to be the Hero. The Golden Boy, the Chosen One. The one who goes through all these trials, comes out victorious, and goes on with his life. So doing too much homework would look suspicious and make Hermione take too much notice to him, making her notice he's harboring a secret-a secret relationship. Sure it may take her awhile to find out who it was actually with, especially since they meet in the Room of Requirements, and they have one person go first-the second an hour later-so that anyone watching, that they might have missed when searching the halls, suspects anything. But this is Hermione we're talking about here. The smartest witch in Hogwarts this generation, top of her class, valedictorian, Prefect, and already has an internship lined up for her in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures after she graduates. If she didn't immediately find out now, she would eventually; no matter how well he and Draco tried to hide it.

This was why Harry could not possibly turn around to meet the eyes burning holes into the back of his neck.

Chapter 1: In need of distraction.

*and then he looked into my eyes. I looked back into his beautiful gray ones. Then I kissed his luscious lips as he slowly started to enter—
"Harry! Wake up!" Ron's voice startled him out of sleep.
"Man… and the dream was just getting good too…" Harry muttered to himself as he stretched and wandered off to the bathroom to get ready for the long day ahead. His days were all long now, and all blended together. Not because of the war, or because school was boring now, or because it was only 4 months till graduation and he just wanted school to be over… but because all he could think about-all day, every day-was a certain platinum blonde, 17-year-old boy. And it was getting worse too. Teachers were starting to notice his attention span shortening even more, and that he'd end up staring blankly at a random object or out the window. He'd start classes out just fine, focused and determined to actually pay attention. But then he would feel those eyes, if even for a flicker of a second, burning into him and then his thoughts would invade his mind. And then the daydreams would flow in, and he would lose control of his focus in the classroom. He knew Draco was doing it deliberately too, that's what made this whole thing worse. Draco sat behind him in almost all their shared classes, and he couldn't exactly ask to switch spots. He sits next to Ron and Hermione, his two best friends in the world and his partner heroes, so asking to switch away from them would be entirely weird and teachers would immediately send him to Pomfrey for investigation. And then Ron and Hermione would start asking questions about what they did to make him want to move away, and it just wasn't worth it for a simple thing like that. So he was stuck with Draco behind him, eyes pouring into the back of his neck setting it-and his groin-on fire. It was all he could do to keep from bursting out in class, grabbing Draco, and running them to the nearest broom closet. So that meant at the end of every class, he was doing a non-verbal spell to rid his pants of the bulge that had formed.

He had told Draco before that it's not fair, that he needs to actually focus in class if he wants to graduate. But of course the Slytherins response was "I don't know what you're talking about Harry. I never look at you while in classes, that'd give it away that we're together," the smug prat. He knew it was Draco staring at him; no one else's eyes alone could do that to him… to make him want to moan out loud just from a glance. But alas, Draco was a tease, and a big one at that. He loved to make Harry squirm and wiggle and beg whenever he had the chance to. It started out with their fighting, with them calling each other names and casting curses, and then eventually that followed them into bed. Always trying to overcome the other and be the better one. Draco was of course better at this when it came to sex. Harry had only ever been kissed, and by a crying girl and then his best friend's sister. He'd never gone more than that, especially with the war getting in the way of having any relationship. Draco on the other hand has had multiple lovers. Only ever one relationship, with Pansy, but that was forced on them until they got old enough to realize they didn't like it and wanted other people. So naturally, Draco was better in bed than he was. Harry's skills were magic and dueling. Not relationships, though Draco wasn't really skilled in that area either, and certainly not intimacy. He didn't even know how to love properly, considering he grew up without it for most of his life. So Draco teased, and got away with it. But that still meant torture for Harry, especially in classes. And it was getting to a point where he needed a serious distraction, or to figure out how to clear his mind whenever thoughts tried to invade. Unfortunately, he was never any good at Occlumency, and both Snape and Dumbledore were now dead; and they were the only ones that were able to teach him. He could go to Hermione for help, but he didn't really have an excuse as to why he needed to learn it now that Voldemort was dead and could no longer invade his head. So that meant Harry needed distraction, a bloody good one at that, and fast.

"Mr. Potter, are you alright?"
"Huh?" Harry looked up to see the stern-yet-worried look on Professor McGonagall's face that he'd grown quite used to.
"I asked if you were alright. You didn't hear me ask you a question, you look tense and are obviously distracted…" She leaned in closer and spoke in a quieter voice, "do you need to go see Madame Pomfrey for counseling again?" He thought about that for a minute… yes, he was distracted. Not because of the war like she is thinking, but because of the blonde boy 2 rows behind him. If he left the classroom he'd only have more homework, and Hermione worrying about him, but if he didn't leave now then he was bound to just get worse and possibly leave class hiding a bulge in his pants. "Yes Professor… I… I think you're right… Perhaps I should go again…" He tried to look as miserable and depressed as he could. It obviously worked because she stayed leaning towards him and said "very well Potter, you may go. And don't worry about tonight's homework either… I'll see you tomorrow. I will be talking with Madame Pomfrey though." Yes! Not only does he get out of class, but he's free of homework! The only problem is he actually has to go to Pomfrey and get counseling… and he's not sure if he should talk to her about his secret relationship problem, or if he should talk about the war like McGonagall thinks he needs to…

"Why Mr. Potter, I haven't seen you in quite a while. I thought you'd gotten better?" the Medi-witch leaned out her office door and looked at him with concern. "No, I… I am better… sort of. Well… McGonagall thought I looked tense and distracted… and I guess I am… but it… it's not about the war…" Harry had decided to talk to her about his relationship. Maybe the old witch would have some advice. After all it is war related, they don't want people knowing because then they'd think that it was just a relationship built on grief and they'd grow out of it. Or people might get jealous that he and Draco are able to be happy when they are still mourning their families. Those are just the best scenarios though… they've kept it secret mostly because of their history. Being mortal enemies for most of their school years, and from houses that have serious tension between them, the worst case scenario would be an all-out war. The Slytherins would attack Gryffindors thinking that he had brainwashed Draco, and the same for Gryffindors thinking Draco had cursed him. They'd never get to see each other again the rest of the year because neither house would let them out of their sight. That is what they were afraid of, and that is why they've kept it a secret these past 8months. And why they planned on keeping it a secret for the 4months till after graduation. "Alright well come in and talk. Don't just stand there in the doorway hovering like a ghost." Pomfrey said as she ushered him into her office. "Here we can talk in here, in case anyone else comes in." Harry may not like her when he's injured or sick… but he had to admit, she had a mean knack of knowing when you wanted something to be private without even telling her so. "Well… I am in a relationship… but we don't want people knowing we're together."
"Why is that Mr. Potter?"
"Because if people knew right now it'd just cause too much drama… we feel better and safer with it as a secret. But… it's also driving me nuts!" And Harry went on to tell her about how he's been feeling, and how he needs distraction to focus in class better.

Meanwhile...
"Hmm…Harry did look rather tense today… maybe the burden of keeping his relationship a secret is getting to him..."

And that's chapter 1! I know it's rather short. Chapter 2 will be longer.
Who knows about their secret? Hmm... :) Reviews? Critiques? Comments? ^_^