Hi! I'm yaoi_fangirl2, the coauthor. I'm really excited to help rewrite such an amazing story. I hope you enjoy my first chapter! And I'm sorry if there are typos or spelling errors or things that don't make sense in places, my phone's auto correct is amazingly annoying.
Ron's P.O.V.
Just seeing Harry and Malfoy being all lovey dovey makes me want to vomit. They're just sitting there, so engrossed in each other that they aren't even paying attention to anyone else. I have to figure out a way to get them away from each other and Harry, safely, in my arms.
Hermione's looking at them with that look that girls get when they think some things cute. "Aww," I could barely hear her say. No, that is not cute, it is gross and horrible and you shouldn't like it. I absolutely have to get Harry, get what is mine.
She's talking to Malfoy, who's running his filthy claws through my precious Harry's hair. They laugh at something Hermione must've said. Hermione speaks again and Malfoy and Harry smile at each other. Harry leans in to give Malfoy a kiss.
Seething, I continue to watch Hermione, Harry, and Malfoy talk and laugh and Malfoy and Harry kiss until I can't look anymore. Frustrated, I walk away from them, going to think about my plan even more.
Draco's P.O.V.
Harry rests his head on my shoulder, drool running from his plump lips down to his cute little chin. I desperately try to stay still and be quiet as I laugh. He worked really hard. I kiss his cheek softly and hear the Ravenclaws behind me gasp loudly.
"Aren't I lucky?" I say as I turn to smile at them.
They nod furiously, some amused and wary, some supportive and delighted. Some boys from the Slytherin side that I didn't think were gay say, "Really lucky," and mutter their disappointment.
Harry suddenly opens his eyes and kisses me passionately. "I love you, Dragon!" He squeaks as I pull him onto my lap.
"I love you too, my little lion," I say. "What did you dream about that made you act like this? Not that I don't like it." He blushes deeply. Harry looks up at me through his long eyelashes. Oh, haha, that's what he's thinking about.
Vaguely, I can hear Hermione chucking at us.
"Hey, Harry, Draco!" Neville says, running up to us, dragging Blaise behind him.
"Hi, Nev, Blaise," Harry says.
"Congratulations on getting together, Draco wouldn't stop talking about how cute you are," Blaise complains.
"Blaise!" I whine. "Well, it's true. 'Potter's so cute but he's a Gryffindor- Blaise, stop laughing at me. Why are you laughing at me? You know something I don't know don't you?' Yeah, I did. Neville told he was 98% sure that Harry likes you, too," Blaise mocks.
"Ah, only because he was always obsessing over you. Right, 'Mione?" Neville says, blushing deeply as Blaise pulls Neville into his side, almost on his lap.
"Yeah, you might not have told us, but we knew," Hermione says.
"Nev, 'Mione, Blaise, stop embarrassing us," Harry said, burying his head into my arm.
"Aww, we'll stop, won't we?" Hermione said softly, turning to glare use her Death Glare ™ on Blaise and Neville, but mostly Blaise.
"Y-yeah, a-all right, Hermione, I'll b-be quiet," Blaise stutters.
Neville, still slightly flustered, laughs at his boyfriend. Blaise turns to glare at Neville as Neville goes to kiss Blaise's cheek. Neville blushes heavily as their lips meet. Blaise pulls Neville closer by the waist, while Neville wraps his arms around Blaise's neck.
Hermione squeals quietly at the 'cuteness' of Blasie and Neville.
I clear my throat before their kiss gets any farther.
Neville pulls back with a deeper blush on his face, panting quietly. Blaise, on the other hand, is smirking.
And we keep talking and laughing and kissing for a few more hours. Our game ends too soon. I walk Harry back to the Gryffindor dorms. Blaise walks Neville back, kissing Neville periodically. Hermione had gone up a little earlier, said something about studying.
"Goodnight, my little lion," I say as we reach the dorms.
"Goodnight, Draco."