With the First Kiss
I don't own Harry Potter
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Harry sighed as he stared down his Potions homework. He may have been the one to defeat Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time, but the 'eighth year' at Hogwarts wasn't easy. He was treated like a normal seventh year student by the professors and was given lots of homework. Knowing that he couldn't finish the essay without help, he packed his things and headed for the Gryffindor common room. He had been working in the library while Ron was stuck in a detention and Hermione was re-founding her S.P.E.W movement. Wanting nothing to do with S.P.E.W again, he had managed to slip out and go to the library.
Harry barely got to the staircase leading to the common room when he heard someone behind him.
"Hey Potter! Can I talk to you for a while?"
He turned a little uncomfortably to see Draco Malfoy, whose drawling voice was missing its usual spite.
"Er, sure."
Harry had been unable to make out what he felt about Draco. He still resented him for their years together at school but a part of him sympathised with the moody teen and his hatred had diffused a little. He surprised everyone when he helped the Slytherin get cleared for Death Eater charges and now they were both at Hogwarts completing their seventh year having barely made any contact.
Draco brought him to a more secluded hallway and Harry instinctively put his hand in his pocket. Gripping his wand tightly, he wondered what Draco had to say.
"Why...why did you help me with my trial?" he asked, his face contorted into a strange expression. Harry's grip on his wand loosened. What?
"What?"
"Why did you help me? And that time you saved me from the Room of Requirement, why did you do it? I didn't know I was on such good terms with the chosen one." he sneered, making Harry's eyebrow twitch angrily.
"I helped you because I thought it was the right thing to do but if you're going to be an prat about it Malfoy I can gladly tell Kingsley to take you to Azkaban."
Draco seemed surprised and a little...hurt? A few minutes of silence passed and Harry didn't see the point of standing there any longer. The cold night air was creeping around him and Draco had done nothing except look at the floor in deep thought.
"If you have nothing else to say, I'm going to go."
"I never repaid you for your help." Draco said suddenly but before Harry could say anything Draco grabbed his collar and pulled him in a kiss.
Green eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets as Harry's eyes widened, unable to fathom what was happening. He needed to think what to do, push him away, hex him! But…Draco's lips were so soft. It felt nice. As their lips melded together in a fury of clumsy passion, he felt his hands move to hold Draco by the waist. Draco's hands slid from their grip and ran through Harry's hair.
Somehow they had moved closer to the wall and Draco jerked his thigh upwards. Harry moaned in the kiss as his pants became tighter. He hugged the blonde closer, his mind slowly becoming cloudy and unfocused. Draco pulled away from the kiss slowly and for a moment they just stared at each other, panting. Harry gulped as Draco continued grinding him. In the dim torch light, Harry couldn't see the red flush on the pale teen's face.
Harry panted heavily, his hands still hugging Draco closely.
Draco grinned an unfamiliar mischievous grin and placed a loud smack on Harry's now moist lips.
"Same place and time tomorrow?"
Harry opened his mouth to answer but Draco had begun walking back to his dorm and he was rendered speechless by the way he never noticed how shapely his nemesis' buttocks were and he wanted to hit himself for wanting to squeeze it.
Harry was still awkwardly backed up against a wall with tight pants until Draco was completely out of sight. The Gryffindor wasn't able to think clearly and when the cloudiness had dissipated, he swallowed a lump down his throat as he breathed out. He felt a fresh hot flush dot his cheeks as he brought his hand over his mouth.
He had kissed Draco Malfoy, he enjoyed the kiss, he got hard from the kiss and he couldn't wait until tomorrow to kiss him again.
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"Where've you been?" Ron asked a disheveled Harry while massaging his arms. It seemed Mr. Filch had him cleaning without magic again. Harry had to make a trip to the prefect and Quidditch captain bathroom before heading to his common room and felt his face flush again.
"Li-library." he stuttered out and for the first time in his life, he was glad for Hermione's S.P.E.W because she walked up to them with a furious look on her face.
"Honestly you two, I expected you to help me!"
"Hermione, I thought you were over this!" Ron groaned and Harry secretly thanked Hermione in his head for a distraction.
"Did you at least finish your Potions homework Harry?" Hermione asked testily as the three of them settled down at a table by the fire.
"No."
Harry went to sleep that night with a crazy dream. When he awoke the next morning, all he could remember was Draco's face, mouth parted, lips glistening and cheeks flushed. It was a relief he knew the simple household charm to clean the evidence. He couldn't concentrate on his classes the whole day and found himself checking his watch too often to hide it from his friends.
"Harry why do you keep looking at your watch?" Hermione asked him as dinner cleared into dessert.
"Nothing, it's nothing," he tried to think of more excuses but when he saw Draco leave the Slytherin table, he stood abruptly.
"I need to be somewhere." was all he could say before he dashed after the blonde.
Instead of going to the lonely corner, Harry dragged Draco to the seventh floor for more privacy.
"Smart thinking," Draco said as an ornate door appeared in the wall. They slipped through it and Draco crossed his arms at the sight before him. It had transformed into a cozy room with a bed decked out in red and silver. There were candles lit all around the room, making the atmosphere as romantic as it could be.
"Isn't this too tacky for your taste, Potter?" Draco asked, smirking as he sat on the bed. Harry joined him.
"Shut up Malfoy."
Harry pulled Draco closer by the back of his neck in a needy and hastened kiss. After a few seconds, Draco pulled away from it in distaste.
"You're not very good at this," he said, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.
Suddenly, Harry felt a sickening feeling bubbling in his stomach. It was familiar, a new monster had awoken.
"Who are you comparing me to?" He half growled, surprising Draco.
"No one, you're my fi-" Draco stopped himself as a furious blush bloomed across his face.
"First kiss?" Harry supplied, smiling broadly with his eyebrows raised.
"Don't act so happy when you kiss worse than me. It's not like I'm going to go anywhere."
Harry pushed Draco on his back and kissed him softly then firmer, slower.
Draco's fingers became entangled in Harry's mess of black hair again and wrapped his legs around Harry's waist.
"Better," Draco said smirking.
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And thus began their new relationship; whenever Harry found some time to slip away from the Gryffindors without looking suspicious, they would meet at the Room of Requirement. Time after time they kissed and fooled around. Harry didn't notice that he would have a giddy almost foolish expression of his face every time he was with Draco or thought about him.
"Harry, are you seeing someone?" Hermione asked him one day. It was late in the Gryffindor common room and Harry was waiting for a chance to sneak out and see Draco. There was no one else in the room except Ron. Harry tried his best to lie.
"No, why?" he was surprised at himself for how calm he sounded, but perhaps because there was an element of truth behind it. He had no idea what his relationship with Draco was after all. Feeling a small stab of pain at this thought, he willed it away and continued looking innocent in front of his friends.
"Then what have you been sneaking around for?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"I like to take walks around the castle sometimes," even Harry himself knew that this lie was pushing it ever so slightly. "There's fewer people to goggle at me at night," he added in an attempt to salvage it.
Hermione and Ron exchanged looks but said nothing. Harry wondered if getting up and going to see Draco now was a good idea but when the two announced they were going to bed, he told them he was going to go on one of his walks and quickly scurried off.
When outside, Harry cast a strong disillusionment charm on himself and walked calmly to the seventh floor. The wall had not turned to his usual entrance when they used the room so he figured Draco wasn't there yet but no matter how many times he walked past the wall, it wouldn't turn.
Harry frowned, this happened if the room was made unplottable by the user which was impossible because the only other user would have been Draco who wouldn't have made it unplottable for Harry. This left only another option; the room was currently in use by someone else for something else.
"Potter?" came a small whisper to his right. Harry's heart nearly jumped right out of his chest as he wheeled around and pointed his wand in the direction of the sound.
"Planning to hex me, Potter?"
Harry withdrew his wand hand and sighed; it was only Draco. It was scary what habit did to you, Harry thought. Being made overly paranoid by the war was both a good thing and a bad thing.
"Why aren't you going inside? Forgotten how to work it?"
"Oh shut up, I think there's someone using it, we should probably go back."
Draco frowned; disappointed. It went unnoticed by the Gryffindor in the darkness. Before Harry made to leave, Draco found him and pulled him close not for a kiss, but for a hug. Harry stiffened, although they certainly did embrace every time they kissed, they had never hugged for the sake of hugging.
The black haired teen could feel Draco's soft breathing in his neck as he nuzzled his face deeper. Harry returned the hug only in the last few seconds but Draco had already pulled away.
"See you."
Harry walked back to the common room with various thoughts haunting his mind. He couldn't stop remembering the simple hug, what it made him feel and what it made him understand or rather, theorise. The act told Harry that maybe the blonde was doing this because he had feelings for him, but the very idea of Draco Malfoy liking him was so laughable he had to force his mouth shut. He tired to forget about these thoughts and it worked until he was in bed, where there was nothing to distract him.
But if Malfoy didn't like him, why was he doing this? Repayment he said, but would anyone go that far to repay a debt? Granted Harry himself had gone far in accepting it, did that make him strange too? Question after question pelted him like heavy raindrops. The most recurring one was; did Malfoy like him?
He tried his best to answer that one at least but got nowhere. Even if he did, did…did Harry like him back? At this thought Harry jerked up from his position and stared into the darkness. Images of blushing, panting, writhing Draco appeared like a cinema before him and he reddened. No, it was just snogging! And other stuff…he didn't like Malfoy. He didn't! Harry laid back down, satisfied with his conclusion and tried to sleep without dreaming of a certain blonde.
Waking up the next morning was nothing short of relief. He had barely slept at all last night as he was plagued with the strangest dream. He was with Draco in Madame Puddifoot's and the blonde was feeding him cake. The golden cherubs kept chucking confetti at them but neither of them cared. Harry had even reached for a paper flower and tucked it behind Draco's ear and Draco giggled.
Happy to get up and away from the dream, he stood and dressed quickly but he was tired and groggy. He then tried to find Ron who wasn't in his bed and found him with Hermione in the common room. They both looked as if they didn't have enough sleep. When they saw him, they once again exchanged a look. Hermione looked nervous while Ron looked angry. Harry was confused.
"What's up?" he asked awkwardly.
"Can we talk to you?" Hermione asked, ignoring his question. Harry nodded and followed the two of them into an empty classroom. Hermione then waved her wand at the door, undoubtedly to cast the imperturbable charm.
"So…what's up?" Harry tried again.
"We know who you met last night," Ron began, crossing his arms. It wasn't like him to be passive aggressive and it seemed like he clamping his hands down so they didn't lash out and punch his best friend.
Harry gulped.
"I didn't meet anyone last night," he lied.
"Stop lying Harry! We know you went to see Malfoy." Hermione burst suddenly, a pained expression on her face.
"What were you doing with him outside the Room of Requirement? Are you… you know together?" Ron asked again, still managing to keep somewhat calm.
"No!" came Harry's automatic response, this time it wasn't entirely a lie. "Look I don't know what you guys saw but I went for a walk, I didn't see or meet anybody!"
"Harry we followed you, we saw you with him, we saw you hug him," Hermione said, her voice high.
"Look I, I,"
"Just stop lying mate! Tell us the truth, why did you meet him and have you been meeting him all this time?"
Harry slumped, defeated under Hermione's terrified demeanor and Ron's increasing rage.
"I've…we've sort of been keeping each other company," he confessed. "It started about a month ago, he just pulled me to the side one night and kissed me, it felt good so I kissed back and-"
"MALFOY?!" Ron exclaimed loudly, interrupting him. "Harry! He's a Death Eater!"
"Was," Harry corrected, his own temper rising, but Ron didn't care.
"SO? He's done everything he could to make our school lives miserable! He's poked fun at my family! His father tried to KILL Ginny! What's the matter with you?"
"Ron, calm down. Let's try to talk this out properly." Hermione choked out, her throat dry.
"You can't be serious Hermione, don't tell me you think him going out with Malfoy is a good idea."
"No, I don't think so Harry," Hermione said, her eyes glistening with tears.
"I'm not…I'm not going out with him I'm just fooling around."
"You could have picked anyone to fool around with, but you pick him? Not to mention he's a guy!"
"All those horrible things he did…" Hermione choked out.
"All those things he did, he had no choice! He was a pawn, used by Voldemort!" Harry retorted, his chest swelling with anger. Hermione started to cry.
"No choice? He had a choice to not insult my family, he had a choice not to call Hermione mudblood, he had choices Harry!" Ron yelled back, his face flushing in anger.
"Look! When I'm with him," but Harry faltered, what did he feel when he was with Malfoy? Other than being excessively turned on, he couldn't put a label on the other emotions. "…He makes me feel the rush of emotions, new pleasant emotions."
"Pleasant emotions aren't enough to make Malfoy into an angel Harry," Ron spat. "Aren't you forgetting something? He worked for the man who killed your parents! He's a racist who hates everyone who isn't pureblood or his idea of how a pureblood should be."
Harry wanted to say something in Draco's defense and felt angry at himself for not being able to find one. A short silence fell over the three friends until Hermione spoke up.
"Harry, of course we want to be happy for you, but it's Malfoy," Hermione said through a sob.
"You guys are speaking as if we're going to get married or something, its just a physical relationship!" Harry said, though the last part came out unwillingly and he fought down an image of Draco dressed in a white suit.
Ron had sat down on a chair and hid his face in his hands while Hermione wiped her tears.
"Harry, no one is going to consent to this. Not from our side and not his side either. Your relationship is going to be criticised, ridiculed. You won't be happy and we don't want that." Hermione said weakly, looking up at Harry, who felt tears stinging his eyes as well. Just a few minutes ago he was carefree and now he felt horrible.
"Consent? Why do I need anyone's consent?! In case you haven't noticed Hermione, I'm not everyone's property! Why can't I live a normal life after going through what I did, without planning my future and having my decisions laid out for me?"
"You call this a normal life?" Ron said snorting, Harry glared at him.
"I don't need this, I'm going to breakfast." and with that, the black haired teen stormed out of the room. He half ran to the Great Hall, which by now had cleared considerably. Draco was in peripheral vision but he made no eye contact. He was angry; angry at a lot of things. He was angry at Hermione and Ron for judging him, he was angry at himself for being pulled along Draco's pace and lastly, he was angry at Draco.
The day went by as one of the most difficult days in his seventh year. He didn't talk to Hermione or Ron and when night fell, he found himself not wanting to go to the Room of Requirement and seeing Draco. Harry was sitting alone in the common room and still contemplating whether or not he should go to Draco when Hermione sat in front of him.
"Harry? Can, can I speak to you for a bit?" When he didn't reply she continued, "Harry, I don't want to sound like I'm preaching or anything,"
"Well, you're off to a great start then," Harry said sarcastically. Hermione frowned.
"Harry, listen to me. What if Malfoy is doing this to…I don't know find your weakness or hold it against you."
"What?"
"I mean to say, he might be plotting something."
"Voldemort is dead, what else does he have left to do?" Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Harry cut her off.
"Look Hermione even if he is plotting something I think I can more than take care of myself, thanks."
He left the common room with only one goal; to get away from Hermione. Harry had no particular urge to see Draco but his legs carried him to the seventh floor nonetheless and he thought he may as well cool off in there. Draco was already inside, he was sitting by the fire with a book in his hand. He looked bored but as soon as Harry came in, his face lit up. Harry stared at him, his blonde hair was no longer slicked back, his lips weren't sneering or scowling and his eyes were warm, inviting.
"What took you so long?" Harry didn't know if he imagined it, but Draco almost purred.
He slid his arms around Harry's neck and kissed him softly. Harry's body seemed conditioned to respond automatically as he held Draco closer. Again, the Gryffindor had the impression that his partner might have feelings for him; the tender kisses, sweet caresses and that deceptively loving tone.
Draco led Harry to the bed and straddled him. Although Harry was a stranger to his hugs, straddles were no problem. Before he could continue attacking the inside of Harry's mouth however, the black haired teen stopped him.
"Listen, Malfoy…I don't think we should continue this anymore." he said, noticing just how 'okay' he seemed with it. There was a ghost of a smile on Draco's face as he pulled away slowly. Harry wasn't sure what he expected from Draco but he certainly didn't expect to see a smirk.
"Why do you sound as if you're breaking up with me?" he sneered. "I told you, this is my repayment, if you don't want it anymore I'll gladly back off." Draco made for his book but he tripped slightly over one of the arm chair legs. Grabbing his book quickly, he left, showing Harry only the back of his head.
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Harry couldn't exactly explain his insurmountable anger at Draco's response. He fumed all the way back to the common room and terrified one of the first year students who wanted an autograph. He slammed the dormitory room behind him making those in the room jump.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Neville asked concernedly. His dorm mates were playing Exploding Snap, including Ron who didn't acknowledge his presence as the others did.
"Nothing," he said dangerously, throwing off his clothes and changing into pajamas.
"Going to bed then?" Seamus said, half amused at Harry's emotional state but faltered slightly under the glare from the piercing green eyes.
"Good night." he spat and drew the drapes shut over his bed. The four of them exchanged 'what is wrong with Harry looks' then packed up their game to play in the common room instead.
He tried to sleep so that he didn't have to feel the anger bubbling inside him. The monster inside him was roaring with agony and he felt frequent stabs of pain in his chest and the tips of his fingers. Harry did get his wish eventually but he was pulled into an uneasy sleep. Once again, he had a strange dream.
Draco had his arms around Pansy and they were both looking down at him. Jeering and pointing. Then they started to kiss and the dream Harry felt a hot surge of anger that woke the real Harry in the middle of the night. He would have liked nothing better in the world at that moment than to hex Pansy off the face of the Earth.
Feeling no better than he did yesterday, Harry forced himself to sit up and get dressed. He had a tiring on and off battle with sleep and wasn't looking forward to going to the Great Hall and seeing the Slytherin that was still hanging heavy on his thoughts.
Hermione and Ron was waiting for him in the common room, Ron looking a little less likely to murder Harry and Hermione in her usual worried face.
"Are you alright?" she asked him when he walked down the dormitory stairs. "What happened last night?"
Harry surveyed her face; she looked genuinely concerned and he was so angry at Draco (and Pansy) that his anger for his friends had significantly diffused. Plus, he was dying to convey his anger to someone.
"I broke it off with Malfoy," he said bitterly, "and he didn't care at all, just walked out the room."
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Uhm, how did you want him to react?" she asked timidly. Harry frowned.
"I don't know, but not like that!"
Evidently his friends didn't have a clue about what was wrong with him and Harry was beginning to feel his anger was almost weird. He didn't understand why he was angry and he suddenly didn't feel so keen on ranting about it.
"It doesn't matter, lets have breakfast." he said after an awkward silence.
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Ron was no longer mad at Harry as he had already split with Draco, Hermione was still concerned but she was less anxious around Harry. This was because Harry had become very dispirited. His anger was drowned by the stabs of pain in his chest and the monster whimpered and paced around his heart like a wounded animal. He zoned out often and didn't pay much attention in class.
"Doesn't it seem like he's…heartbroken?" Ron whispered to Hermione one day. They were in History of Magic class where everyone had completely given up on concentrating on the class. Harry was staring outside a window.
"It does seem that way, though I really hope he'd get over it," Hermione replied.
"Malfoy certainly has, he doesn't even seem to care." Ron said angrily. Hermione however, didn't agree. Ever since Harry slumped to his unfocused moods, she had taken time to observe Draco in The Great Hall and during Potions class. He seemed just as listless as Harry did and he seemed even more docile than he did in the past few months. Draco had become a lot less outspoken after the Second Wizarding War but now, he hardly every talked at all.
Hermione didn't voice her opinion about Draco as she hoped her friend would get over him. She was convinced that Harry had feelings for Draco, whether or not the black haired teen was aware of it she didn't know but she certainly didn't want to encourage the feelings by suggesting that Draco liked him too.
That night, when the three of them were sitting by the fire, someone came up to them that lifted Hermione and Ron's hopes. Ginny walked up to Harry with a smile and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Harry stared at her as if he had never truly saw her before. He remembered the time she kissed him on his birthday, the swelling of happiness within him upon feeling her close to him. Now, he felt nothing as he gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. There was another pair, much more beautiful than hers that kept intruding his thoughts.
Not knowing entirely what she wanted, he said; "Sure."
Harry unwillingly followed Ginny out the portrait hole.
"Why do we have to talk out here?" he asked, making Ginny frown.
"I can barely get any privacy with you, we don't have the same classes and you're always surrounded in the common room. I really miss you Harry."
"Well Ginny, it's been a bit...busy."
"Now we have time." and before Harry could protest Ginny kissed him. He felt his body jerk away from her as their lips were still attached. His eyes open, his body uncomfortably stiff. He tried to pull away without seeming too rude but he had dragged it out too long. For some reason Draco was on the other side of the hallway. He was shocked and was wearing the same hurt expression he had the first night.
Harry pushed Ginny away violently but Draco had already run back to another corridor.
"Harry?!" Ginny had her arms crossed and ticked.
"Sorry Ginny, I uh, have to go somewhere." and with that he ran after Draco, leaving Ginny dumbfounded in front of the Fat Lady.
He wanted to call out after him but that wasn't a good idea in the dead of night. He had no idea where the blonde had gone. He had to find him, he couldn't explain it but every part of him wanted to vehemently deny any sort of relationship with Ginny to Draco.
He walked through the hallways, panicked, wondering where he could have possibly gone. His guts told him that Draco hadn't gone back to the Slytherin common room, though it would have been the best place to search. He skidded to a halt on the first floor and ducked behind a wall as Mrs. Norris came prowling around.
As he flattened himself, an idea popped up in his head. When the cat walked away he headed for the boy's bathroom on the first floor. He smiled softly as his eyes landed on a closed toilet cubicle with sobs behind it.
"Why are you here? Go away," Moaning Myrtle droned. "He doesn't want to see you!" she was hovering on top it, cooing.
"Sorry Myrtle but I want to see him."
He walked to the closed toilet and rested his forehead against it.
"Ma...Draco, please come out. That kiss, she surprised me, I didn't ask for it. It felt so wrong I tried to pull out of it quickly."
"Not quick enough," came a spat from the other side of the door.
"Just get your ass out here Malfoy, I…think I like you."
"You think?"
"Yea, I really do."
There was a small click and the door opened to reveal a red nosed Draco. His tears had been furiously wiped dry and he looked stubborn and unyielding.
He pulled Draco into a hug and relished in the way the teen just fit in his arms.
"I don't like you…" Draco tried to say but Harry hugged him tighter and placed a firm kiss on his cheek. A deep blush flushed on the pale skin making Harry grin triumphantly at his proven point.
"I don't want that filthy blood traitor around you," Draco jeered suddenly.
"She's not a blood traitor!" Harry retorted, pulling Draco from him. "Look, if we're going to...be together you need to warm up to my friends. I may not like her in that way anymore but she's still important to me."
Draco looked away, angry.
"And, you need to stop calling Hermione a mudblood, and stop insulting Ron's family, and-"
He was shut up by Draco kissing him roughly.
"Alright, Potter! I get it."
"And, you need to start calling me Harry." Harry said, pulling Draco yet closer to him. The blonde's face flushed again and tried to avoid contact with the vibrant green eyes. Their moment was broken however by Myrtle hovering over them.
"Can we please just go up the the seventh floor...Harry?"
"Gladly,"
"Aww, why don't you just stay here. Don't mind me," Myrtle chimed, a leering expression on her face.
"Let's leave. Now." Draco whispered in Harry's ears and the Gryffindor nodded, laughing.
The pair made their way to the Room of Requirement and found words futile as passion took over. Both Harry and Draco couldn't even think straight afterwards as they laid on the bed, entangled with each other. Harry held Draco close, burying his face in the silky blonde hair.
"We...should go back," Draco mumbled sleepily.
"Tomorrow's Saturday, let's just, sleep here." Harry said, placing a peck on Draco's forehead. He felt it warming from his lips and smiled into the kiss.
The next day, the couple woke up feeling embarrassed and scrambled to put their clothes on. Draco shyly kissed Harry on the cheek before scurrying back to his common room. Harry practically skipped back to the Gryffindor common room, forgetting what state he left Ginny in.
Hermione and Ron were sitting next to the burnt out fire, absentmindedly doing their homework. Harry sat down next to his friends with a goofy grin on his face but was totally unprepared for Ginny to walk up to him and slap him across the face. He gaped open mouthed as she sat next to him a moment later, flipping through a book.
"Guess I deserved that." Harry mumbled, rubbing his cheek while Ron held in his laughter.
"Yes, Harry you did." Ginny said airily, still not looking at him.
"Sorry Ginny,"
Harry heard a little 'hmph' as she continued to flip her pages violently.
"So, who are you dating now?" she asked.
"Sorry Ginny, I think it's best if you didn't know right now." she glared at him before picking up her book and going out the portrait hole.
"Have you guys eaten?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione who shook their heads.
"We were waiting for you mate! Where've you been? Off with…you know who?"
"Yes," Harry said guiltily and Ron faked a disgusted gag. The black haired teen punched his friend on the shoulder good naturedly.
"We've decided to go out, I've told him to lay off you guys and everything. He didn't seem happy about it but he's going to try. I know you can't be entirely happy for me but he makes me happy so…"
"We understand Harry, as long as you understand that he'll have to watch it if he's near us because I learnt quite a few spells during the war that I haven't quite used in a while."said Hermione said smiling.
"Got it," Harry said, grinning.
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A month of two had passed at it was the last Hogsmeade visit before the Christmas holidays. Harry and Draco walked hand in hand with eyes following their every step.
"Potter, they're staring," Draco muttered under his breath, drawing his Slytherin scarf higher to cover his face.
"Why are you still calling me Potter?" Harry asked, annoyed.
"Are we really going to have this conversation again?" Draco groaned making Harry smile.
"I don't mind as long as you call me Harry in bed,"
The Gryffindor received a harsh kick from his boyfriend, but he laughed, enjoying the fully flushed face of Draco Malfoy as they made their way through the chilly streets of Hogsmeade.
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I just want to stress that this story has no connection to Pen Pals whatsoever. Hope you enjoyed this read.