A/N: Here is chapter 2. I think it's cute. If you don't like HPDM action, don't read it. I also fear that there may be a bit of Ron bashing at some point in the story, I'm not sure. If it pops up please don't hate me, it's not my fault, my brain is responsible for it.
Harry wandered the hallways for about an hour and contemplated whether or not to sneak off to Hogsmeade to get a few hours completely to himself. He decided against it. Next week was the firs trip to Hogsmeade and he would rather not spend it in detention.
Harry trudged his way to the dungeons and the entrance to the kitchens, thinking that he would most likely be left alone there. The house-elves wouldn't bother him if he asked and even Dobby, who was so eager to help the young man who had freed him that he was a little annoying at times, would leave him be.
He reached the picture of the fruit and tickled the pear, watching as it giggled and then turned into the doorknob. He opened the door and quickly slipped through... only to find one Draco Malfoy in a fit of rage.
He was throwing things about and hitting only a barrier created by the house-elves. The objects that were being thrown kept repairing themselves and returning to Draco as if this were something he did often.
Harry looked around and found Dobby standing nearby. "Hey, Dobby?" he whispered, afraid that if he spoke to loudly he'd find Draco's anger turned on him.
"Oh, hello, Harry Potter, sir." The house-elf looked at him briefly and then returned to floating objects back to Draco.
"Um... what's going on?" Harry watched as Draco hurled an object seemingly at him, but Draco wasn't really looking at anything. "Is this normal, or just... yeah." He trailed off, caught in the expression on Draco's face.
It was a mixture of anger, self-loathing, sadness and something else that Harry couldn't quite put his finger on, but it wasn't good. Harry felt his heart wrench at the sight of it and he wanted nothing more than to wipe the expression off of Draco's face and never let it return.
"Master Draco often comes here," Dobby said, bringing Harry's attention away from Draco. "The house-elves do not know why, but they don't ask and Master Draco does not tell us."
Draco turned to throw something too quickly and twisted his ankle. When he tried to get up again, Harry stepped forward.
"Draco, stop," Harry said, not even wondering at how easily Draco's given name rolled from his tongue. "That's enough. I don't know what you're so angry about, but you can't keep this up or you'll commit accidental suicide." He hadn't even flinched when Draco turned that painful look on him.
The blonde tried to get up again but Harry placed his hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back down.
"Nope," Harry said. "You aren't going anywhere. If anything I'll go get Madam Pomfrey to come look at you before i let you move from this spot." Harry sat down in front of Draco and crossed his legs. He leaned forward on his elbows and asked, "Do you want to tell me what the hell made you so angry?" 'Of course not' he added silently. 'You hate me and that's that.' That's why he was surprised by draco's answer, let alone that he'd even answered the question in the first place.
Draco's answer was simple, only one word, "You."
Harry was, for lack of a better word, gobsmacked. "M-me?" He stuttered. "What the hell did I do to make you, the cold, black-hearted Slytherin Ice Prince throw a temper tantrum?"
Draco gave him a look that said plainly, Gee, thanks, you have such a way with words. Out loud he said, "You're so frustrating! You haven't figured out the one thing I've been trying to get you to see for the last year and a half. You're the epitome of Gryffindor, right down to the utter obliviousness to subtlety."
Harry was confused. "What?" He gave Draco his best puzzled look and tried not to think about how nice it felt when Draco's knee brushed his own if he moved just right.
"It seems I have to spell it out for you." Draco grabbed Harry's tie and pulled the brunette forward into a tentative kiss that was strangely forceful at the same time.
Harry took only a second to respond. He delighted in the sound of Draco's surprised squeak as he ran his fingers through the blondes hair and ten cupped the back of his head, deepening the kiss.
"What the hell?" a familiar voice sounded in the doorway. "Harry? What the hell are you doing?"
Harry pulled away from Draco as he said, "Oh, shit." He let his wand fall into his palm. As he turned to greet Ron, he saw the light of a jinx and quickly threw up a protego.
"Ron, settle down," Harry said while keeping the protego up in front of himself and Draco. He put his free hand on Draco's wand arm and prevented him from raising it with a pointed look. He couldn't help but notice that Draco's hair was ruffled and his cheeks were flushed and his lips sill kiss-swollen, making him look utterly delicious.
Harry pulled his eyes away from Draco's face only by sheer force of will. He turned back to Ron's incredulous, not nearly so delicious look and wanted to turn back around.
Ron's look changed to one of fury and he turned and stormed out of the kitchens, kicking over a few chairs as he went.
"Damn," Harry said. 'Oh well' he thought.' I knew this was going to happen eventually. Maybe he'll get over it.'
The little voice in his head chose this moment to reassert itself, adding, 'Yeah, he'll get over it. As soon as you get over thinking about how nice Draco's robes curve over his ass when he bends over.'
Harry shut the little voice in a box and locked it with a chain. He refused to blush as he turned to face Draco, who looked thoughtful.
"I can't tell if that was a dream or if this is real," the blonde said just before kissing Harry again. When he pulled back to take in Harry's disheveled appearance, he added, "Yep, definitely a dream. Just don't wake me up."
"I don't want to," Harry replied, just before initiating the kiss again.
A/N: That's chapter 2. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Well tell me! Click the link and review!!! Another chapter on Wednesday.