Draco had returned to hanging out with his friends, but still refused to comment on Gryffindors or Harry. His friends and cronies took what they could get and stopped mentioning them in front of their ring leader. Malfoy was resolved to wait for Harry to confront him about what happened in the closet.
Harry was completely perplexed over Draco's response to his confession. He simply didn't have a clue what to do about it. After a few days, he decided to confront him privately, like Draco had done to him. Try as he might, Draco avoided him.
After every class, he tried to get the aristocratic boy alone, but Draco simply slipped off with his friends as a barrier. He tried during meals and trips to Hogsmeade. He even tried to sneak into the dungeons once, and he narrowly escaped being caught by a couple of Slytherin prefects.
Harry was getting frustrated. Draco was beyond amused, watching the cute Gryffindor all miffed and pouty. The Malfoy boy would nearly burst into fits of laughter every time he noticed that Harry was staring at him with focus. Which was almost always.
Ron was almost to the point where he wanted to sit Harry down and have an intervention when they exited the Transfiguration classroom. Hermione had been asking Ron what was wrong with their friend constantly, and right then she was looking at The-Boy-Who-Lived with questioning eyes. Harry looked like he might lose his mind as he stared at his crush, which made Draco smile from across the hallway. Crabbe and Goyle flanked him at either side, sending crude glares at the three Gryffindors.
Harry finally gave up and walked across the corridor, stopping in front of the blonde boy. Everyone in the hallway was silent, staring at the two of them. There was a silent worry that Harry was going to start a fight. Draco simply smirked smugly, knowing he got what he wanted. He wanted to go public with this, and Harry was going to be the one to make it that way.
"What the bloody hell did 'good' mean?" He asked incredulously.
Draco laughed and said, "It meant I felt the same, you idiot."
Now, their fellow students were standing there completely perplexed. Except Ron, who seemed to understand what was going on. Harry was smiling like an idiot, and decided to act like one too. So he slipped his hand behind Draco's head and brought it forward to kiss him. That was when everyone else gasped, gaped, and pointed with wide eyes. When Harry pulled away, he was still smiling, and so was Draco.
"Let's get to class, Potter," Draco said, taking his hand. So the two of them walked away from the pandemonium and on to their next class, holding hands the entire way.
((This was a really short story, and I'm kinda wondering why I split it up into 3 chapters since I got it done so quickly. Tell me if you liked the ending with a review, please! I might write some more Drarry stuff in the future, hopefully it won't be so OOC like this was.))