"Hello, Dudley." Harry turned to face him. "Aren't you supposed to be in your room, Potter? Wait until Mum and Dad find out about this." Dudley looked pleased with himself; he finally had something worth hanging over Harry's head, to blackmail him with "Please, Dudley. Don't tell them." Harry pleaded "We were just heading back." Dudley ignored him, "What, Potter, do you have to go throw away your pillow?" "Why would I do that?" "Well, It must have been scaring you last night." Dudley smiled deviously. "What are you talking about?" Harry shook his head in confusion, forgetting Draco was behind him "I heard you moaning in your sleep last night. Something about Cedric. Who's that, your boyfriend?" Harry felt the blood drain from his face "Mum! Mum, he's going to kill me!" "Dudley, shut up–" Harry protested, trying to stop the embarrassment "Mum, save me–" He flinched. "Shut up Dudley." He looked over at Draco astonished "No one asked you to talk to us. Get away from us." Harry didn't even see Dudley look at him; he shrugged about three seconds to late. Dudley walked away without another word. "Are you alright?" Draco's silver eyes burned into Harry's face. "I'm fine," Harry turned to follow Draco. "We should get back." Harry found himself walking side by side by with him, his head down staring at the street under his feet. "Thank you." he murmured "Anytime." Draco smirked. Harry no longer questioned his feelings, he knew now, he was positive. They got back to the house and his aunt and uncle where home. They didn't seem to care Harry and Draco got out, although he couldn't be sure of this. "Harry, did you go out your window?" he looked up to see his aunt sitting in her chair sipping tea. "Yes," he watched her expression carefully it didn't change from the blank look on her face. "I'm sorry." "Well, discuss this later." he looked at her for on more second and turned away. He walked out the front door, and went to the back yard.
"Hey Harry." Harry looked up into the setting sun to see a figure he now knew well. "Hi Draco." he moved his hand from the grass for him to sit. "So..." Draco looked at him. "So..." he laughed. Draco let out small laugh, not like the others Harry had heard. It was warm, vulnerable. Draco suddenly moved closer to Harry, making the space between them smaller. His breathing becoming uneven. One more inch, and they were touching. Harry jumped back just enough so that there was about half an inch again between them. "Oh," Draco's voice sank, "I was to close?" he looked away, looking disappointed. "No." Harry smirked. "Not close enough." The space between them closed once more, Harry's hand grabbed Draco's neck, pulling him closer, Draco's hands ended up somewhere in between Harry's neck and waist. Draco's soft lips crashing into his, it just felt right, like this is how it should have been and how it always will be. Harry didn't want it to stop, for once in his life, he didn't feel the weight of the world; there was nothing else, just him, Draco, and that moment, that kiss. They pulled apart. Harry could see Draco blushing. "Harry, Draco, dinner!" Harry helped Draco up from the grass and they walked into the house. He was sure he was going to get in trouble when he sat down at the table but there wasn't a word said about it. Dudley and his aunt were silent, listening to his uncle talking about work and the news. His aunt looked at him once and gave him a smile. Harry was confused; she was being nice? Dinner was done and Harry cleared the table and did the dishes from that day. He smiled, realizing that Draco was waiting for him at the table. They ran up to his room. "Ah, Harry?" Harry came up behind him bumping into him. "Yeah?" "Where is my bed?" he pushed Draco into his room and shut the door. He looked around for a minute then sat on his bed. "Who cares?" he smiled and Draco sat down on the bed next to him, grinning.