Chapter 2 – What do I tell them?

"So, what did Malfoy want?" Ron asked as Harry slid into his seat, casting the

blonde a suspicious glance as he took his usual seat on the other side of the dungeon,

"Nothing," he lied quickly. "He didn't want anything. He just wanted to make me late for class."

"Why that little git. I should hex him after class is over."

"No, Ron," Hermione interjected. "Just let it go."

"What? Are you serious? You don't want him to get away with that, do you Harry?"

"I agree with Hermione," he answered, his eyes on Snape. She looked at him strangely, as though not altogether certain that it was really he sitting there.

"Potter, Malfoy, detention," Professor Snape said loudly. "Be here later tonight. Now, open your books to page three-hundred and ninety-four."

* * * * *

Harry was in the Griffindor common room the next day, shoving his schoolbooks into his bag quickly.

He sighed as Ron came down the stairs. He had hoped to avoid this conversation.

"Harry? Why on earth are you up this early? It's the weekend," he yawned. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere. To do some homework with a friend." "Oh. Who?"

"It doesen't matter. I'm already late. See you later, Ron."

Ron blinked, stunned as Harry swept past him out the door, slinging his arm over his bag as he did so.

* * * * *

"Would you please just ask him, Hermione?"

"I don't understand why you're so bent out of shape, Ron. He could use more friends then just us."

"Yeah, but this is just weird. Your better at feeling stuff then I am, but if I had to guess, I'd say it's a girlfriend or something."

"Really?" Hermione asked curiously. "Alright, I'll ask him."

* * * * *

"I'm sorry I'm late," Harry said, dropping his bag of books on the floor.

Malfoy smiled as he stood up, walking over and putting his arms around him.

"It's alright. I was just sitting here thinking about yesterday."

"Yeah, that was pretty great."

"It was the best day of my life."

Harry blinked at him in shock, and then they were locked in a fierce kiss. He shoved Malfoy backed against the wall, his hands buried in his long, blonde hair as he pulled him closer aggressively. Then he shuddered, pulling away.

"I think we should stop," Harry said reluctantly.

"Why?" Malfoy asked, looking hurt.

He smiled, kissing him again gently.

"Because if this is going where I think it is, we shouldn't be here where just anyone can walk in on us."

He blushed, taking Harry's hand in his. "Your right. But where can we go?"

"The Shrieking Shack." "What? But we aren't allowed to leave the grounds."

"Don't have to. I know a secret way in. Trust me."