Chapter 3-Now what?

Draco took his hands from his lap and placed them on Harry's knees as the boy put one hand on the blonde's neck, the other caressing his face. Draco scooted closer to Harry on the bench when he felt a light pressure on the back of his neck.

Harry parted his lips, deepening the kiss, inviting Draco to do the same. The Slytherin touched the tip of his tongue tentatively to the brunette's lower lip, causing him to make a small noise from the back of his throat in surprise, opening his mouth further nonetheless. The blond continued to make small explorations with his tongue, moving deeper and deeper each time until Harry's was forced to meet his, not unwillingly. The Gryffindor moved his hand slowly from Draco's face to his lower back making him shiver at his soft touch. He sighed into Harry's mouth when the kiss escalated into something more.

Feelings that were repressed for so many years suddenly came to the surface, reveling themselves to be hidden desires and fears. Draco moved closer still, swinging a leg over the bench and resting it on top of Harry's, removing his hands from the taller boys' knees to rest them on his thighs. The brunette ran his fingers through Draco's feather soft hair, inwardly satisfied when the other moaned softly. He drew back from the kiss only to leave a trail of them down the blonde's jaw to his neck.

"Harry," Draco said softly, "I-"

He was interrupted by a loud knock at the door, and a voice saying "Harry? Are you in there? I forgot my bag!"

"Shit! Uh, be right there! Draco go, hide in the locker!" Harry hissed.

"You can't be seri-" Draco began only to be cut off by the other boy whispering, "Just do it!" He was then unceremoniously pushed into Harry's locker, the door closing him in.

Harry opened the door to see Ginny standing at the threshold, "Hey, Harry, sorry about the bag and all."

"Um it's ok…er…good game." He managed to spit out, watching her go to her locker and take the bag out, standing in front of him.

"Yeah, that was amazing how fast you caught the snitch!"

"Thanks, Ginny," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hey was someone else in here? I thought I heard a voice."

"No! I was just cleaning up; you must've heard some moving of…things," he heard a very faint whisper emanating from his locker, "Nice, Potter."

"Hmm?"

"What?"

"Sorry, I thought you said something. Well I best be going, see you in the common room, Harry."

"Okay, yeah see you."

In the few second it took for Ginny to leave Harry smiled painfully at her, hoping she didn't notice his reddened cheeks or lips.

Finally she was gone; Harry let Draco out of the locker. He would've crashed into the bench if Harry hadn't caught him as he fell, and pulled him up to stand. For a second he just stared at Draco's disheveled form; hair mussed, shirt crumpled and face pink. The Slytherin brushed his arms with his hands then tried to smooth his hair into place but it did not stay as he wanted, due to the lack of gel, and was still fluffed up a bit.

"I really hope you don't go around shoving people into lockers, Potter, it's very rude. Not to mention dirty," Draco bristled a bit, crossing his arms, scowling at the Gryffindor. He was so close to the brunette that his arms grazed his chest.

"Sorry, I couldn't think of anything else to do," he couldn't help smirking at the sight of Draco all disheveled. He reached out to brush a stray hair from the blonde's pale face; at this his expression softened a bit and relaxed his arms.

Harry took this as an acceptance and slipped his arms around Draco's waist. Draco in turn leaned against the taller boy and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your common rooms?" The brunette asked.

"Alright then," Draco murmured.

They set off to the dungeons walking close, not yet touching. When they reached the opening portrait, unsurprisingly a large snake, they faced each other, none of them willing to say goodbye just yet. So they stood, searching for an answer to the question that was on both their lips.

It was Harry who spoke, "What do we do now?"

"I'm not sure, let's just…see where this takes us," Draco paused then wanting to say something but not sure how to. He opened his mouth to speak to have Harry cover it with his in a tender kiss.

"Whatever you want to say, it can wait. Right now I just want to feel, not think about anything," he whispered after breaking apart.

"That's what I was going to say," the blond gave him a small smile, kissing Harry a second time, "See you."

Harry then left to head up to the Gryffindor common rooms, humming as he went. He was very content as he gave the fat lady the password (clovers) and walked into the room.

He had barely taken a step when he was seized inside by Hermione demanding where he had gone.

"Where have you been? We've been waiting for a half hour! Ginny came back ten minutes ago! AND you promised us you would tell what happened to you!" she yelled. Ron laughed in the background from his seat by the fire.

"Hermione, calm down, I will tell you alright?" Harry said and added hastily, "there are too many people in here!"

This stopped the bushy haired girl for a moment before she announced, "Right everybody, out of the common room you will proceed to do your homework in your rooms or elsewhere! Go, clear off! I'm a prefect!" and just like that the room was empty save the trio.

"Wow," Ron mused at the girl, "Ok Harry, spill."

He told them, sparing them the dirty details like how good Draco's cloak smelled or how his tongue moved with his. Everything to the great hall to the blond returning his cloak, "and then we pretty much made out."

"Wasn't Ginny just in the locker rooms?" Ron asked, containing his initial shock, "where did Malfoy go then?"

"I had to hide him in my locker. I just walked him to the dungeons," Harry divulged.

"Aww, did you give him a goodnight kiss?" the red head mocked, unprepared for the reply, "Yes actually," and the small conversation that Harry had had with Draco afterward.

Hermione who had been silent through the entire story sighed and said, "That is the most romantic thing I have ever heard, Harry."

"Mione you can't be serious, this is Malfoy we're talking about. Draco Malfoy," Ron looked at her in disbelief.

"Yes, but the way they both had feelings for each other it so ironic and sweet," She leaned forward, her head resting in her hands, and asked, "So, is he a good snog?"

"Hermione! Why would you want to know that?" Ron gestured wildly with his hands.

Harry blushed slightly then looked at her and said, "Yes."

"Oh sweet Merlin, Harry! I didn't need to know that!" Ron yelled as Hermione squealed, "Oh that's precious! Harry's got a crush!"

This caused Harry to blush more and Ron stand and to yell more, "You realize that Malfoy; the Slytherin prince, will now be spending a LOT more time with us! Insulting us!"

"I should think not, I won't let him."

"Oh this is going to be RICH!" the freckled teen threw up his hands and looked at his best friends and left the room.

"I can't wait to meet him anew, I think it will be fun," she said then left for the girl's dormitory. Harry left for the boys'.

When he entered he looked over at Ron who was sitting on his bed undressing.

"Are you serious about this Harry?" he asked tugging a shirt on as Harry pulled his off.

"I think so, yeah," Harry replied, "are you ok with it?"

"It'll definitely take some getting used to…but yeah, I think I'll be ok, if you are. Just as long as I hear absolutely no insults out of him about me or Hermione or anyone."

"Ron, do you really think that I would let him insult either of you? Just give him a chance ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. Good night Harry."

"Goodnight Ron."

After Harry had left him at the portrait Draco stood, thinking. Thinking about their future an how different this would be from everything else. |This is really going to be something.|

When he walked into his common room a completely different scene met his eyes. A few Slytherins lounging on leather chairs and couches. The only person who looked up when he came in was Pansy, who was trying to convince him that he wasn't really gay. Or at least bi.

"So," She raised an eyebrow at Draco.

"So, what?" he replied, elusive as ever.

"What happened with Potter, all he did was run out of the Great Hall."

"I made a mistake with the potion, not enough…I'm off to bed," He started to walk to the boys' dormitories when Pansy came up behind him and kissed his cheek.

"Night Dray," she whispered in what she thought was a sexy voice.

"Mm," |I hate it when she calls me that.| the blond walked from the room and, while undressing, found that his hair smelled of one Harry Potter. This made him smirk at the numerous dirty thoughts that raced through his head. Thoughts that had previously been taboo to think, hidden away in the inner chambers of his mind. Draco relaxed for the first time in ages, falling asleep quickly.