AN: I do not own the Harry Potter or any of the characters. Everything goes to J.K. Rowling.
(Sorry for the very long wait, Mid-Terms and school drama took over my life...)
"Malfoy did what!?" Hermione screeched. Was it actually true? Did Draco actually kiss Harry?
"Harry told me himself. Right on the lips." said Neville, gesturing to his own lips.
"How do we know it's true?" asked Hermione. The Weasley twins raised their hands. "We could conjure something to make him tell the truth." they said with a smile.
Both of them went to work without getting an answer, brewing up a small potion. "Harry!" George singsonged, walking into the bedroom, "We got something for you." "It's a drink. It also clears up your eyes." Fred added truthfully, watching Harry take the goblet in his hand.
He stared at the liquid for a moment, took a slow gulp and smiled. "It tastes like pears! Very sweet." he chirped lively.
"Brilliant! Now, did Malfoy really kiss you?" asked George.
Harry nodded and blushed a light red. "On the lips." he said with a smile.
The twins exchanged glances, walking out of the room. "He really did kiss him." they said.
"How do you know that the stuff worked?" asked Ron. George grinned and fetched the goblet from the bedroom and slugged it. "Ask me any question." he said.
Ron smirked. "Have you two ever made out with each other?"
"No." "Yes." George covered his mouth and Fred's face flushed a bright red.
"We did not!" "Yes we did!" George objected. Fred glared at his brother. "Shut it!" he hissed.
George bit his lip and sighed. He hated himself at the moment. After all, it was a long time ago and he did make a lust potion instead of the one he was required to brew.
"If you don't mind, I'm going downstairs." Ron mumbled, slightly sick to his stomach.
He led the way downstairs with Hermione by his side, the twins behind them and Harry not far behind. "Where's Draco?" he asked, looking around the Great Hall.
"He'll be here." Neville assured, sitting down with the others.
Harry sat down with a deep sigh frantically glancing around the room and as time passed, he grew restless. "He's not here!" he cried, starting to whimper, "He doesn't like me anymore!" He started to cry. Tears constantly fell from his eyes.
The twins abruptly stood and dried Harry's tears. "The medicine will wear off if you cry." mumbled Fred.
"Why is he crying?" a voice snarled.
The two Weasley's slowly looked up and cringed. "He grew sad when you didn't show." said George, slowly sitting back in his seat.
Draco's eyes left the twins and they fell on Harry. "It is true?" he asked.
"You didn't show Draco." Harry sobbed, "I thought you didn't like me anymore."
"Don't ever say stupid things like that again." Draco commanded. He gently placed a hand on Harry's head and entwined a finger into his hair. The silver eyes lifted again and narrowed. "If I ever see him cry again all of you shall pay. I don't care who caused it, I don't want him to shed one more tear from this day forward."
As no one said a word, Draco grew furious. You could literally see a wildfire burning in his eyes. "Do you understand!?" he yelled.
Heads slowly bobbed up and down. Draco wasn't satisfied with the answer. With his wand in hand he flicked his wrist once and led Harry over to the Slytherin's for breakfast.
"What did he do?" Ron asked, looking around.
Hermione stared at him in shock. "You have green highlights in your hair!" she exclaimed.
"Your hands are green 'Mione." George said looking up at Fred, "And you have green spots all over your face."
"Are you kidding?" Fred mumbled.
"No, and they're spreading." George inquired, a quirky grin on his face.
"Bloody hell..." Ron muttered.
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"Can I have a pancake?" Harry asked, "With butter? And syrup? And those berries?"
Draco got to work on Harry's breakfast, giving him whatever he pleased.
As Harry reached out to grab his food, he paused, staring at Draco for a very long moment. "Malfoy?" he asked, slightly tilting his head to the side.
Draco looked down. "Yes Harry?" he said, a small concern in his voice.
The young raven boy was confused. Had Draco called him Harry?
"The food is getting cold, go on. Eat it." Draco stabbed a stack of the cut pancakes and neatly placed them in Harry's mouth without saying another word.
The cloud of haze returned to Harry's eyes and he chewed cheerfully, wiping his mouth with a childish, crooked smile. "It's great!" he cooed.
Draco didn't reply as he quietly ate by himself. He didn't like how Harry had called him Malfoy. It felt almost wrong. Almost... cruel.
Did Harry always feel like this when I called him Potter... he thought, forgetting to swallow his food, The potion better not be wearing off... Oh Merlin... Please don't let it wear off...
"Is something wrong Draco?" asked Pansy. Curiosity got to her.
Draco's reply was only muffled words and he continued to eat in pensive thought.
"Ask him something." Pansy whispered to Harry.
The small raven boy turned to Draco and poked his shoulder several times, resulting him to turn Harry's way. "Are you okay?" he asked, leaning close to Draco's face.
The blond slowly backed away, starting to get hot and slightly bothered. "I'm fine, no worries." he said reassuringly.
Harry frowned. "You don't look fine, you seem bothered or annoyed." he spoke.
"I'm fine." Draco repeated with a small, sharp sigh. He poked at his food, losing his appetite.
"You stopped eating." Harry inquired, grasping Draco's fork in his hand, "I've never seen you stop before, your plate has been barely touched."
Draco merely shrugged. "I'm just not hungry." he muttered.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
"I'm just not hungry, okay!?" Draco yelled.
Harry's eyes widened in fear and the fork slipped from his hand. "I-I'm sorry." he whispered, burning tears starting to stream down his face, "I-I didn't me-ean to upset you..." He broke down into a cry and his arms flung around Pansy who shook her head at the blond.
"Why did you have to yell at the poor thing?" she whispered, clamping her hands over Harry's ears.
"I don't like people in my business and you know that. I was just thinking." Draco answered.
Pansy wrinkled her nose. "Well that doesn't give you the right to take all of your anger out on him. You should apologize." she said, turning Harry toward Draco.
The blond deeply inhaled and sighed. "I apologize." he muttered.
"Say it like you mean it." Pansy teased with a small pout.
Draco made a slight growl and glared at the girl as he leaned his body forward until his lips grazed against Harry's. "I'm deeply sorry." he whispered, pressing his lips forward, "I didn't mean to be a jerk to you...I didn't mean to make you cry..."
As Draco pulled back he noticed almost every being in the room stare at him. His silver eyes narrowed into a menacing glare. "What are you all staring at!?" he scowled. People jumped and others quietly shrieked, turning their backs to Draco. "If only I can hex you all..." he hissed. But he soon heard giggling which startled him. It was Harry who's face was as red as a brick wall.
"You kissed me again." he chirped, his sophomoric giggling growing in volume. Its sound was so addicting and bubbly it made Pansy smile as a result.
"Do you like it?" Draco asked, watching Harry nod enthusiastically.
"I like your kisses." he said, trying to cover the blush on his face with his hands, "Your lips are always so soft and warm." He gently pressed his lips to Draco's and smiled. "They're too pale though."
The blond rolled his eyes, an inkling of a sneer on his face. "Well, your lips are too pink. They glisten too much in the light." he replied, smirking a bit. The look only made Harry giggle louder.
"Does this mean you love me Draco?" Harry asked.
"Will you let anyone else have you?" replied Draco.
Harry blinked. "What do you mean by that?" he murmured.
The Slytherin tightly grasped Harry's wrists and pulled him forward. "Will you allow me to make you mine?" he mumbled loud enough for the people around them to hear.
Harry's cheeks burned a hearty red and he lowered his head. "Only if you love me Draco." he murmured back.
Draco smirked. "Okay then, it's settled." he said, letting go of Harry's wrists and starting to eat again.
Settled? Harry thought, watching Draco for a long moment, What's settled? He slowly started to eat himself, keeping his eyes on the blond.
"Would you like a biscuit Harry?" asked Pansy.
Harry's head shot up and he nodded, joyfully taking the flaky pastry. "Would you like half?" he asked Draco.
The blond shook his head. "You eat it, you're nearly emaciated." he answered, finishing his plate quickly.
Harry only shrugged as he looked down at himself and chewed his biscuit with a grin. His attention was soon attracted to Draco again and he placed a hand on his arm. "You aren't thin like me." he said, "You're... fit. I'm jealous."
"That's because you don't eat enough now stop talking and stuff your face." Draco commanded, entwining his hand with Harry's.
"Okay." the raven cooed, a coolly tone in his voice. He began to eat by himself, taking whatever he was offered. He was silent for the time being, quietly speaking to himself for a moment or two. But he couldn't get Draco's words out of his mind.
What was settled?