I now present… Chapter Two! There will be four chapters all together.

xxHPDMxx

The distance to the Great Hall was traveled with minimal conversation, both boys content to walk in companionable silence. Harry linked his hand with Draco's, but was halted by the blond. The doors of the Great Hall loomed in front of them.

"…Draco?"

"Harry… I don't know if I can do this. My friends-"

"Aren't your friends if they don't accept this."

"Keep in mind my friends are Slytherins. They aren't real anyway."

"I'm sure my friends will be fine with it. Ron might take a while to come around, but Hermione will definitely say something like, 'As long as you're happy and safe then I support you fully', and Ginny'll be relieved that it really was me and not her. She's dating Dean again, anyway, so there are no hard feelings there."

Draco nodded slowly. "Okay. Besides, all the relevant eighth years were in Potions yesterday, so they know at least part of the reason we're walking together."

Harry began walking forward again, before he stopped himself. "I have an idea. Let's give 'em a shock, shall we?" Draco grinned as Harry whispered off his plan.

Hermione looked toward the doors of the Great Hall when they opened. She had been doing a lot of research on the potion that had caused Harry and Draco to be bound together, and there were bags under her eyes, a hint she stayed up until the wee hours of morning reading. Therefore, no surprise registered on her face when Harry and Malfoy walked in side-by-side, standing as far away as possible from each other. They stood still for a moment, Harry looking to the Gryffindor table until Ron had quit stuffing his face with fried eggs, and Ginny ended a conversation with Padma Patil. They waited 'til everyone had turned their attention to the pair of boys standing awkwardly just inside the entrance to the Great Hall. Then, without warning, they turned to each other. Hermione pulled her wand out in case she needed to break up a fight, but it was unnecessary, as Harry's lips found Draco's and they fit together. Hands tangled in the other's hair, and the kiss extended for a longer time than might be deemed appropriate. The Hall was deeply silent. And just as quickly as the sound died, it reappeared, louder and with more vigor than before.

Draco pulled away from Harry, satisfied, and let his boyfriend lead him to the dreaded Gryffindor table. Hermione stared, wide-eyed, at the duo as they sat across from her and Ron, who was blinking slowly, as if he thought he needed wizarding contacts, for his eyes were not functioning properly. Harry rested the bound hand on Draco's thigh, smiling as he one-handedly helped himself to some potatoes and toast.

Draco, meanwhile, was so nervous about Harry's friends' reactions that he forgot to get food.

Harry was the first to speak. "Good morning, Hermione, Ron. I trust you're doing well?"

Hermione, who never swore, was very close to it. As it was, she settled for a minor curse. "Bloody hell, Harry, what was that all about? Is it the potion?"

Before he could answer, however, Ron opened his mouth, prompting Draco to brace himself for a verbal attack.

"Harry, mate, did he hex you? I'll kill him-" Draco rather appreciated being spoken about as if he was not present.

Harry almost looked bored. He hand absent-mindedly rubbed up and down on Draco's thigh, forcing a small shiver out of him when the hand went especially high. "No, Ron, and I think Draco would like it if you acknowledged him as well."

Ron turned a disturbing shade of purple. "So he's Draco, now? That bloody-"

"Calm down, Ronald. I think that if they're both happy, we should let them be," Hermione interjected.

Ron looked angry. "How can you say that, after all he's put you through? After all he's put Harry through!"

Draco risked speaking. "By the way I am terribly sorry about all that. You see, my father turned out to be quite good at brainwashing me, and after a while, I believed him."

Ron still looked unconvinced, but Hermione spoke for him. "Well, Draco, I think Ronald is trying to say that if you hurt Harry, he'll kill you. However, I find that to be a little excessive. But keep in mind, you will deeply regret the day you mess with Harry."

Harry colored a bit at hearing Hermione's possessiveness.

"I think that will be unnecessary, seeing as though I have liked Harry for a great deal of time." Harry looked at Draco at this, wide-eyed and astonished, but his boyfriend merely smiled.

"Do you mind," He said, turning his attention to Hermione, "If I continue to refer to you as Granger? Hermione is just too foreign on my tongue. Perhaps one day…"

Hermione smiled. "Only if I can call you Malfoy." Draco nodded his approval.

Harry looked unsurely at his best friend, whose skin had returned to an almost-normal red.

"Fine, mate. As long as you're happy," He ground out, refusing to look at Draco.

Draco unintentionally leaned into Harry's hand, which was now creeping startlingly close to his crotch.

Hermione smirked as she added, "Also, Harry, we're just getting used to him. Please refrain from feeling him up under the table."

Harry and Draco sported twin blushes as Ron turned purple again.

"What?"