Chap Two

Humming, Harry turned and snuggled into the warmth at his side. Someone laughed softly.

"Shuddup Drai."

"Nah." The warmth moved away. Scowling, Harry sat up, and glared at Draco.

"What's that look for?" Draco replied, moving back to the bed and kissing Harry.

"It's 'cause you left," pouted Harry, knowing perfectly well that he was behaving like a child, but not caring.

Laughing again, Draco tugged Harry out of the bed, and shoved him towards the bathroom. "We have half an hour. Hurry up."

"You?"

"After you." Draco's smile grew lecherous. "Or with you?"

Smirking, Harry tugged Draco along with him.

After one very long, very messy and very much fun shower, both boys, quite happily, bounced out of Draco's rooms, and into the Slytherin Common Room.

"Draco Malfoy! You took forever—POTTER?" yelped Blaise, staring at the now blushing Gryffindor, who was gripping Draco's hand.

"Er, we haven't told them that we're dating, have we?" Harry asked, turning to an amused Draco.

"No, I think I left out that fact last time I talked to Blaise," Draco remarked. "Actually, I think we only told Dumbledore."

"Oh. Oops. Guess they know now, then."

The Slytherins in the Common Room, which were most of them, stared at the new couple.

"Um, Drai?" Pansy stammered. At his nod, she continued, "You know your father and Potter's godfather are all here, don't you?"

"Sirius is here?!" demanded Harry, looking quite joyful. Pettigrew had been captured in Fifth Year, and Sirius had subsequently been cleared of all charges.

"Yeah…"

"Let's go," he ordered, yanking Draco to the portrait.

Stunned, the Slytherins followed.

Upon entering the Great Hall, Harry spotted his godfather, flew across the room, and leapt onto said godfather, in the space of roughly half a minute.

"SIRIUS!" Harry shouted, hugging said person. "What are you doing here?!"

"Dumebledore," cough, "summoned," gasp, "me. Merlin, Harry, I need to breathe!"

Blinking, Harry leant back, took in the somewhat blueish face, and, blushing, loosened his hold on his godfather.

"Oops, sorry, Siri," he mumbled, ignoring Severus's derisive snort.

"If only you had choked the mutt," Severus grumbled. "You'd've done the world a service, Potter."

"I thought that was to kill Voldie, Professor."

"No harm in adding another one."

"You're supposed to mention how killing me would break your heart now, Harry."

"I am?" teased Harry, still straddling Sirius's lap.

"Yep."

"Oh, I shan't."

"Harry, you break my heart!"

"Whatever."

"As amusing as this banter is," Draco drawled, "I'd rather you get off Black's lap, now, Harry."

Blushing again, Harry clambered off Sirius's lap, and returned to Draco's embrace.

"Jealous prat," he muttered, affectionately.

"As always." Draco then proceeded to kiss Harry breathless.

In front of the entire school.

Needless to say, many fainted.

All the fangirls were, and this is an understatement, disappointed that their crushes were unavailable. After this, many realised that the two were, apparently, quite hot together. They started squealing. (Hermione was among them. So was Ginny. And Pansy.)

Everyone else were, well, just shocked.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" yelled Ron, disrupting the kiss.

The fangirls, as one, turned and glared.

He ignored said glare.

Even if Hermione's did, well, just slightly scare him. It promised death. A painful death.

"Weasley," Draco drawled. "In case your brain has decided to malfunction – Ouch."

"Play nice," growled Harry, who had just slapped him.

"Fine. Only for you."

"Whipped," muttered Blaise. In the near silent hall, his whisper echoed. Sniggering was heard.

"I heard that." Blaise winced. All the sniggering instantly stopped. "And I am not. And, Weasley, Harry and I are dating."

Ron spluttered, before he calmed enough to glare at Harry. "And I didn't find out before, why?"

"Well, I, kinda…"

"What he means," Draco interrupted, "is that his Gryffindor courage, for some inexplicable reason, died in the face of telling you. This translates to Harry over-analysing everything, thereby worsening it, and subsequently cowering in fear of what he thought would be your reaction –that is, he thought you'd blow up and refuse to talk to him if he told you that we were dating."

Draco's glare promised Ron that he'd be cursed into his next life if he reacted as specified.

Harry, blushing, scowled at Draco, and then glanced at Ron nervously.

"It's fine," Ron grumbled, before straightening, and glaring at Draco, "Just, Malfoy? I promise you, hurt one hair on Harry's body, and I'll – I'll…Murder you, painfully. Then, I'll burn your body, scatter it to the winds, bring you back to life, and repeat everything."

The fangirls, as one, cooed and ahhed.

"It's impossible to bring someone to life after they've died, Weasley."

"I'll find a way." Ron's glare swore he would.

"I'm sure you will," Draco drawled. He glanced at Harry, smiled, kissed the boy once more, and let go of him. "See ya in class."

Nodding, Harry left him on the steps to the staff table, and instead joined his Gryffindor classmates, as a goofy grin spread across his face. As he filled his plate with his breakfast, he glanced at the Slytherin table, and grinned at Draco.

"You're dating Malfoy?" Ron demanded, staring at him.

"Yes. I am."

"Whoa! Good catch, Harry!" Seamus and Dean chorused. Harry rolled his eyes, before glaring at them.

"Mine," he snarled.

The fangirls, as one, swooned.

A/N: There are so many Harry-And-Draco-Must-Get-Married-But-Don't-Like-Each-Other-But-End-Up-Falling-in-Love-Anyway stories. I had to do something different!

Review, please, and tell me what you think of the change! (Reviews prompt me to post faster, and then you can find out how Sevvie, Minnie, Lucci, Siri and Albi react!)