Hi guys, this is my first fanfiction, so please don't kill me if it's terrible. Just, you know. Maim or seriously injure :) It is set in the Seventh Year, and everyone who died in the Battle of Hogwarts is alive. Dumbledore is dead, but only because of the curse from that ring. Hope you enjoy it, and please leave a review.

Potions Class, 10th October, 10AM

Draco stared across the room as Harry made notes on his parchment, adoring the way those silky strands of messy hair fell in front of his beautiful emerald eyes, and the annoyed way Harry blew upwards to make his fringe move back into place. He stared as Ron pushed a note to Harry, and Harry laughed, his eyes sparkling. Draco liked to imagine that he possessed the ability to make Harry act like that; happy and carefree, even when in a lesson run by an incredibly strict teacher. Blaise nudged Pansy and they both snickered quietly. Draco sat upright, tore his eyes away from Harry in a heart-wrenchingly slow movement and tried to pretend he hadn't been staring like a crazed fan-girl.
"Really Draco? Harry fucking Potter? Why can't you get over that stupid little fantasy?" Blaise asked. Draco sighed.
"Because I can't. Look, I can't explain it. But isn't he just so... Ugh, leave me alone!" Draco tried to explain, but ended up snarling. Pansy giggled.
"Ask him out!" She smiled. Blaise almost fell off his chair laughing and Snape glared at them. Draco mock-smacked the two of them.
"Even if he were gay, which he isn't," Draco gestured to Harry, who had switched from taking notes to sketching an amazingly accurate, and beautiful picture of Ginny Weasley,"do you really believe that he could ever fall in love with an ex-death eater? He could never love me." Draco absent mindedly rubbed the spot where his Dark Mark used to be.
"You really love him, don't you?" Pansy asked softly, gazing into Draco's eyes. Draco answered by leaning against her, resting his head on her shoulder, and whimpering quietly, like an injured puppy. Pansy smiled, and played with his hair for a while, before brushing him off of her and trying to get him focused on Potions again. Which was of course impossible, because he had reverted his attention to Harry, and was once again staring in an obsessed manner.

An empty classroom, 10th October, 11:45 AM

"Harry, it's beautiful. You drew this from memory?" Ginny asked, staring at the ink and quill version of herself. Harry blushed slightly and nodded.
"I enchanted it. It - I mean, she can talk." Harry smiled. If anyone else had been there, he would be enveloping her in his arms, covering her with tiny kisses, and then slowly turning to the onlooker with a cutting glare, which Ginny would mirror, and that glare would say "Can't you see that I'm a little busy right now?" But since they were on their own, he simply sat next to her, with his arm slung gently over her shoulder. Strangers would believe them to be friends. Not a couple. Ginny held the piece of parchment in front of her, at eye level, and smiled, unsure of what to say. The picture moved, laughing slightly at Ginny's awkward smile.
"Hi drawing." Ginny grinned.
"Hi person." The drawing had her voice. Ginny laughed, and hugged Harry. "I love it. But I've got to get to class." She jumped up, and wove her way through the desks towards the door. Harry followed her.
"I'll be at the library, after lunch. Meet you at the big table under the window?" She asked, hugging him again. He nodded, opening the door for her. They parted ways, neither one of them looking back at the other.

Slytherin Common Room, 10th October 1:00 PM

Harry was sat alone in the library, late at night, studying. Draco came in, and began examining the shelves, trying to find a particular book. He glanced across the tables, wondering if anyone had been reading it earlier and left it out. He saw it, open, on Harry's table. He awkwardly walked up and tried to look like he was desperately trying not to glare.
"Can I read that book when you're finished with it?" Draco asked. Harry glanced down. "Sit down. You've got the same Transfiguration homework as me, due back tomorrow, and I'm a slow reader. By the time I'm done, it'll be too late for you to do anything." Harry patted the empty seat next to him, titling book at an angle which meant that both Harry and whoever was sat in that chair could both read it. Draco tried to act torn, but really, his heart was pounding in his chest, excited that not only was he allowed to be so close to Harry, it was Harry's idea. He sat down, carefully placing his bag underneath the chair. He pulled up closer to Harry, and asked what page Harry was on. He took out a piece of parchment and quill, and began to take notes, but really it was so that his bare arm would brush against Harry's hand whenever Harry reached across to turn the page. Each time they touched, a shudder ran through Draco and a throb of pleasure raced to his crotch. Eventually, they decided that there was nothing more they could learn from that book, so they pushed it away, leaned back on their chairs, and simultaneously stretched their arms out behind them. Harry picked Draco's notes up, comparing them to his own. Draco propped himself up on one elbow, watching concentration and confusion flicker across Harry's face, as he worked his way through unfamiliar handwriting. Harry dropped the notes on the table, giving up, and copied Draco's position, propping himself up on one elbow, staring lovingly into the other boy's face. Neither of them said anything. They stared into the others eyes, and slowly moved forwards. Draco's left hand brushed against Harry's cheek, and Harry's right hand slowly, rhythmically stroked Draco's soft hair. For a second, they both held their breath, expecting the other to complain. Neither of them did. Their eyes closed, and they kissed. It was gentle at first, but then a passionate fire grew within them, and their tongues were soon exploring the other's mouths. Draco was unsure and inexperienced, so he simply mimicked the movements Harry's tongue was making. He pulled away, and stood up. Harry looked disappointed and shocked, but then Draco pushed Harry's chair away from the table and sat in Harry's lap, straddling him. The kissing began again, and they both decided they were wearing too many clothes. Draco fumbled with Harry's tie and shirt buttons, eventually getting the brunette to shrug out of the white material, and Harry tried to undo Draco's trousers. Harry shivered as Draco's hands caressed his bare skin. Harry moaned out loud when their rock hard cocks brushed against each other. Draco whimpered with pleasure as Harry bit down on his lip and dug his hands into his hips.
"Oh... Oh... Oh God, Draco!" Harry yelled, as the blonde boy reached down and -