Harry and I sat together in our room. Harry had just had a shower after his game against hufflepuff. (Which of course he'd won.) And instead of Harry spending his victory night with his fellow Gryffindor's, he chose to spend it with me. And I couldn't be happier. Harry was curled up in my arms and sitting between my legs. I leant down and nuzzled in his hair, which smelt of cinnamon and soap. I smiled to myself and kissed the top of his head. And Seamus and dean said we weren't romantic. I suddenly had an idea.

"How can I compare thee to a summers day." I said. I heard Harry snort and he tilted his head backwards and raised his eyebrows.

"What?" he said grinning.

"How can I compare thee to a summers day." I said again. And yet again he laughed. "Harry I'm trying to be romantic."

"Well are you done trying being romantic." He asked smirking. And I pouted.
"I'm being serious." I said continuing to pout.

"So am I. Your Shakespeare is as bad as you trying to be good boy." Harry said grinning.

"Very funny." I snapped.

"Hey, I'm not trying to be funny. So are you done being romantic?" Harry asked tilting his head back again.

"No." I said. "Harry, oh Harry, let down your hair."

"It is down. I let it loose after Quiddich. And anyway that's not Shakespeare that's Rapunzel. " He replied with a smirk.

"Harry play along." I said.

"Fine." He sighed.

"O Harry, Harry, wherefore art thou Harry." I said smiling.

"Where am I? Sitting on a bed. Trying to relax, with a nutter of a boyfriend." Harry said.

"Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand." I said leaping up and holding something in my hand in front of me.

"No Draco, that's your hairbrush." Harry said chuckling

"You said you'd play along." I said flopping back down onto the bed and crossing my arms and frowning like a spoilt child.

"I'm sorry Draco." Harry said softly caressing my knee with his hand and leaning back into my chest. "Why are you trying to be romantic?"

"Because everyone thinks of us, as the couple that is just in it for the sex." I mumbled twining Harry's hair around my fingers.

"You know were not like that. And since when has the great Draco Malfoy cared what people think?" Harry asked.

"Since I've fallen in love and changed." I mumbled.

"That's very sweet of you." Harry said smiling and tilting his head back to kiss me. He pressed his body back against my chest. I smiled and wrapped my arms protectively around Harry's waist and pulled him closer.

"Draco?" Harry said in nothing much more than a whisper.

"Yes?" I said kissing his neck.

"Never rehearse Shakespeare for me again. No matter how romantic you think it is." Harry said and I chuckled.

"Whatever you want Harry." I said smiling.