Harry sighed as more owls entered the great hall at supper, with several heading his way. Soon, their table was cluttered with many pink envelopes and heart-shaped boxes of chocolates. Harry warned Ron about love potions when he had eyed them with interest.

"Just be thankful Gilderoy Lockhart isn't here anymore. The hall would be full of Valentine decorations again," Ron joked, opening one of the letters.

Hermione was giggling as she read another letter. "I think it's the fourth marriage proposal today! This woman has a seaside cottage and is an excellent cook."

Harry could only shake his head and shove the other letters towards them as he ate his shepherd's pie. All day, he had girls giggling and flirting with him. Valentine letters and packages had arrived at all three meals. The students who weren't try to flirt with him were openly laughing at all the attention.

The exception was Draco Malfoy. He seemed grouchier and even more distant today, even though Pansy and the other Slytherins seemed to making lots of jokes at Harry's expense. The one person Harry would still like a Valentine from, despite having only minimal contact with him for almost two months. He sighed at his own foolish heart. It made him nicer towards the girls giving him attention. He knew how much it hurt to be in a one-sided relationship.

"I think I'm going to go up to the common room. Try to get some studying in," Harry said, standing up.

Hermione and Ron scooped up his mail and followed him out of the great hall. Right outside the entrance, a dwarf wearing gold wings and carrying a harp was waiting for Harry. Before he could react, the dwarf strummed his harp and started singing enthusiastically.

"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he was mine,
He's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord!"

Harry was a deep red color by the end of it. Ron and Hermione were chuckling, and patting him sympathetically on the back. Ginny and Ernie walked past, holding hands, and she winked at Harry.

"Did you send that?" Harry asked her, with a clearly irritated tone.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Not this time."

Harry rolled his eyes at her admission of sending the first one, when she was just a first year with a big crush on him. He looked around at the people standing nearby; Ron and Hermione who were trying to hold back their laughter, Neville and Luna, who also seemed amused but weren't crass enough to be chuckling at him, and a group of Slytherins laughing hard.

Draco was with them, but seemed to be glaring at Blaise Zambini. Harry followed his gaze, and was surprised when Blaise winked at him.

Huffing out an exasperated breath, Harry spun around and stomped back to the eighth year common room. Hermione and Ron scampered after him.

"Did you see that?!" Ron said as they climbed the stairs, his tone incredulous. "I think Blaise is the one who sent the singing Valentine."

Hermione giggled. "Well, you've been spending more time with him since he's been on the Gryffindor team, right? Is there any way he just meant it as a friendly joke?"

As Harry climbed into the common room, he considered her point. Blaise had always been a fairly reserved student, hanging out with the Slytherins, but not joining in on their bullying. Like when they wore 'Potter Stinks' badges or sang 'Weasley is Our King', Blaise had no part of those things.

Since he'd been on the team, he had actually gotten along pretty well with everyone, and played decently. But Harry wouldn't consider him a friend, and definitely hadn't picked up on Blaise wanting anything else.

"It's just a joke. He's not even gay," Harry said as he found a good chair near the fire.

Ron shrugged. "I think he might be bi, actually. Just stuff I heard here and there."

Hermione asked him for details, but Harry pulled out a textbook and pretended to study, letting their discussion fade out. His mind was stuck on how Draco had glared at Zambini. Come to think of it, he seemed to be watching Harry more today than he had for weeks. Had all the Valentines bothered him?

The thought made him feel a bit warmer, and suddenly an idea hit him. "Um, I'm just going to go for a walk. Need some time alone," Harry mumbled, when Hermione and Ron shot him curious looks.

He slipped out of the common room and picked the quieter hallways to walk down. His heart was pounding and he was calling himself ten kinds of fool. It had been over, dead and over, for weeks now. Almost two months. Still, his foolish heart kept thumping faster as he got closer to his destination.

The window was empty though. Sighing, Harry sunk down onto the wide ledge, pulling his legs up against his chest to hug his knees. Sinking his face down to rest against them, feeling a pang of pure loneliness.

At times, it felt like everyone was pairing up or at least dating a lot. Exploring that side of being a teenager. For Harry, there had been so many good starts that crashed. Cho, almost over before it began. Ginny, hunting for horcruxes taking precedence, and not being able to recapture that spark later on.

And Draco. Mr. Hot and Cold. Acting like he wanted Harry one day, and not even looking his way the next.

Would he ever be able to just have a normal relationship?

His face was a bit damp, and he wiped away the tears with impatient hands, and stared out towards the silver moonlit lake.

But then he sensed a presence nearby, a wafting of the air, a bit of warmth, a light scent...something, and his heart squeezed hard in his chest when he turned his head and saw Draco standing there.

"You came...," Harry said inanely, finding it hard to catch his breath. It was strange, being here with Draco, their place, and both being completely sober. Staring at each other, unblinking.

Draco's jaw seemed to tighten, before he lifted his chin a bit defiantly, never looking away from Harry. "Why are you here, Potter? You had enough people sending you cards and gifts today..."

"I only want you, Malfoy," Harry rushed to say. Not wanting any of that crap to distract Draco from what Harry really felt.

The blond's eyes widened at the bald admission, and he stepped closer, his gaze dropping to Harry's mouth.

Lowering his legs, Harry stood up, wonderfully close to Draco. Without letting himself consider it too long, Harry put a hand on Draco's shoulder as he leaned in, kissing him firmly.

Draco stiffened up at first in surprise, but seemed to melt right away, sinking into the kiss with a low moan.

The sound went right through Harry, arousing him completely. His arms wrapped around Draco, pulling him in tight as Harry's kissing intensified. Practically eating him alive.

"Fuck, I want you too," Draco gasped, when Harry moved to kiss down his neck. His hands were on his back, kneading into his jumper.

Pulling back, Harry surveyed Draco's face. He seemed sincere, but a part of Harry wondered if he just said it, caught up in the moment. Would he say the same thing tomorrow?

But he was too greedy for this man to let an opportunity slip away. Taking Draco's hand, he tugged him down the hallway. "There must be somewhere we can get a bit of privacy."

Draco suddenly gave him a happy but wicked grin that made Harry's toes curl. "The Prefect bathroom..."

Nodding, Harry headed even faster in that direction. The idea of being with Draco in that huge, fantastic bathtub was almost too much.

He stood outside, breathing fast, and uttered the password Ron had told him. He had access in his sixth year as Quidditch captain, but Ginny was the captain this year. Likewise, Draco had been Prefect previous years but wasn't now.

Once inside, Harry cast a locking charm on the door that would take more than Alohomora to open, and cast Muffliato as well. It was unlikely anyone would come here at this time of night, but he wanted to be sure they weren't interrupted. When he turned, it was to see Draco already turning the taps on, filling the big bathtub with hot water and fragrant bubbles.

Gathering his nerves, Harry took off his shoes and socks, and pulled his jumper off over his head. He was thankful now that he wasn't wearing glasses, as they would have fogged up with the steam and he would have missed watching Draco undressing.

They walked towards each other, undoing buttons on their shirts, almost non-verbally challenging each other to keep going. Harry's Gryffindor daring made him continue, even though his hands were shaking.

Together, they pulled off their shirts. Harry, finally getting a chance to see more than a fleeting glance of Draco, finally able to look his full.

But then Draco's hands went to his belt, fumbling with it a bit clumsily, making Harry realize he was nervous and excited too. Harry rushed to catch up, his belt undone, opening his trousers, his eyes catching Draco's as he slid everything downwards. Draco matched him, and within seconds they were stepping out of their clothes, and tossing them to nearby chairs.

Naked, Harry felt a bit self conscious, and hastily stepped into the bath to sink under the bubbles. This was suddenly all a bit much. He closed his eyes, easing lower into the hot water, letting it relax him, calm his thumping heart.

He felt the water moving next to him and opened his eyes to see Draco sitting on the ledge right next to him, his blond hair starting to curl with the wet heat.

His grey eyes seemed dark and enormous in the dim light of the room, looking over Harry's face and going down to his chest. He reached out a tentative hand towards his head, and Harry closed his eyes at his light touch. His damp fingers traced over the faint lightening shaped scar.

Harry opened his eyes again, loving how close Draco was. "I asked the healers to fade it," he said, answering the unspoken question. He lifted Draco's left arm from the water, looking at the faint remains of his Dark Mark. "Did you do that too?"

Shaking his head, Draco's fine hair slid towards his face as he looked down at Harry tracing over the curve of the snake. "When Voldemort died, it faded almost immediately. It seemed to burn, making us all cry out and lift our sleeves. It faded from my parents' arms at the same time. It's how we knew we were finally free of him, before the news officially came out."

Daringly, Harry's hand traced over the faint scars of Draco's chest, hardly noticeable at all now. The sight of them still brought up a pang of guilt, feeling awful at how badly he had hurt Draco. "But you had these treated?"

Draco nodded, closing his eyes with a hiss as Harry continued to touch him. Exploring the beautiful expanse of wet, pale skin, his slim but muscular chest.

He looked so gorgeous, sitting there so trustingly, bubbles up to his ribs. But Harry knew he was naked under the foamy water, and let his hand slide downwards. His eyes were on Draco's face as he touched his erection, wrapping his hand around it.

It was the first time he'd ever touched another man's cock, and he explored slowly, taking in everything. Watching as Draco responded, his mouth opening in a silent gasp, panting and tensing up. Harry leaned in, capturing his lips, needing his kiss.

Draco's hand dug into his hair, deepening the kiss. His other hand was on Harry's thigh under the water, sliding upwards. His hand found soon found him, and Harry groaned at his touch.

It was a blur after that. Touching, stroking, hungry kisses. Neither of them able to hold back, the build-up to this moment having them already so aroused. Holding each other tight as they peaked within seconds of each other.

Draco pulled back out of Harry's loose hold, sinking completely under the water, and bursting out of it a few feet away. He smiled at Harry before going beneath the surface again.

That was the only warning Harry got before he felt a hard tug on his ankle. He sank deep into the water, his arms thrashing about to get back to the surface, sputtering. Glaring at Draco, he wiped the water off his face. His hair was a sodden mess, half of it escaped out of his small, low ponytail.

He took off the band, and set it on his wrist, pushing his wet hair back off his face. He hadn't been swimming with it this long, and it felt a bit odd.

But he couldn't worry about it long, as Draco sent a huge splash of water over him. Harry returned it as good as he got, splashing each other, before Harry dived for the other man. Wrestling and trying to shove each others' heads under the water.

Wet, naked bodies bumping together, they soon cared more about touching and exploring than fighting. Harry loved running his hand down the length of Draco's back, and then over his small round ass. Draco had both hands on Harry's, pulling him in closer. He was already half-hard again, and feeling that Draco was in a similar state just made him moan.

Draco maneuvered them so Harry was sitting back on the ledge with Draco straddling him. It was perfect to rock together and kiss, starting slow. Harry's hands were still on Draco's ass, keeping him near. Draco seemed to like Harry's longer hair, running his fingers through the wet strands as they shared kiss after kiss.

The earlier urgency was gone, and Harry just enjoyed being able to kiss and touch each other. "This was a very good idea," he sighed, tucking his face against Draco's neck. Right at the spot he'd marked before. He was tempted to do it again.

"I have another good idea," Draco said, climbing off Harry.

He was about to protest, when Draco turned around to sit on the edge of the bath, legging dangling in the water but otherwise beautifully wet and exposed to Harry's gaze.

Kneeling on the ledge in front of Draco, Harry was still mostly under the water. Draco widened his legs with a pleased smile, letting Harry get even closer. Harry slid his hands up Draco's thighs, and gathering his nerves, leaned in to kiss Draco's cock. Draco gasped, and his hands went back into Harry's hair.

The response gave Harry the confidence to do more, exploring with his hands and mouth. It felt amazing, having a thick, hard cock pushing along his tongue, taking him deep, almost choking on him. Greedy for everything. Tasting his pre-cum, and loving it. Draco's hands guided him into a rhythm.

Draco returned the favor once he had his breath back. Harry watched with rapt attention, the sight of Draco's lips wrapped around his cock the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He was so aroused by now it didn't take long.

Afterwards, they sat side-by-side, holding hands. Both seemed unsure of what to say, but reluctant to leave.

Finally Harry raised their joined hands. "I think you are getting as pruney as I am."

Draco let go to hold his hand up for closer inspection. "Yes," he sighed. And he gave Harry a resigned expression before climbing out of the bath.

Watching Draco dry off and dress was almost as compelling as watching him strip. Harry probably missed a button or two on his shirt before he pulled his jumper back on.

They used their wands to dry their hair, and Harry smoothed his hair as much as possible back into the low ponytail.

He was tempted to ask if this was more than just a one-off, but couldn't find the words. Would Draco talk to him tomorrow? Acknowledge him in the halls? Act like a boyfriend?

The last one was probably too much to ask for. Clearly Draco was attracted to him, but fighting either himself or his family over it. Harry couldn't fix either of those things.

"Um, how about you leave first?" Harry said, once he removed the privacy spells. "I'll give it five minutes or so."

Draco nodded, but gave Harry a quick goodbye kiss before leaving. It left him tingling, wondering if it was the start of many, or the last ever.

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-A/N: A good Valentine's Day for both of them. Still not talking much, as they really need too...

-Thanks for reading & giving this fairly fluffy fic a chance. There will be two more chapters.