Author's Note: Hi! So, what did you think of Lucius and Narcissa? You'll probably see more of them in the next few chapters, since they're staying for a while… I quite like them myself.

Chapter 10

"WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY THE FUCK MY SON IS SNOGGING THE BLOODY SAVIOUR OF THE WIZARDING WORLD?" Lucius yelled. Everybody in the restaurant was staring at them in shock and confusion. They were probably wondering why some strange blonde-haired man in a dress and cape was screaming supposed nonsense in the normally serene café.

"Lucius! What in the name of Merlin are you shrieking about?" Narcissa asked, appearing out of nowhere and grabbing onto her husband's arm, which was shaking with fury. Harry bit his lip nervously as she looked upon them in bafflement and suspicion.

"Draco!" Lucius pointed accusingly at his son, "and that BOY!" then at Harry. He looked too disgusted to continue.

Narcissa glanced around, seemingly just noticing the crowd of people watching them in the restaurant. She threw some American muggle money on the table and pulled Lucius towards the door, motioning at Harry and Malfoy to follow her out. Once they were outside and a safe distance away from society, she turned on Lucius again, who was still glaring furiously at Harry. "Now what is the problem?" She asked impatiently.

"Them! They were snogging! In public!" Lucius exclaimed.

Narcissa's blue eyes widened as she looked at Harry and Malfoy. "Is that true, Draco?"

Harry glanced over at Malfoy, who seemed entirely embarrassed and lost for words. He cleared his throat and summoned all of his Gryffindor courage within him. "I kissed him, Mrs. Malfoy. It wasn't his fault at all."

Narcissa peered at him skeptically. "But he was kissing back, was he not?"

Harry paused and started to shake his head 'no', but the younger Malfoy seemed to regain his ability to speak. "Yes, I was." He turned to Lucius. "What can you do about it, anyways?"

Lucius looked appalled. His grey eyes, identical to Draco's, narrowed considerably. "How dare you speak to me that way! I am your father!"

"You sent me to America! I can do whatever I want here!"

Lucius raised his cane threateningly. "Why you little—"

"Lucius," Narcissa warned, and the older man backed off, his eyes flashing. "Certainly you won't tolerate this… this atrocity! Because I will not allow it," he said, his cold gaze fixed steadily on Harry. Harry gulped and felt his blood turn to ice under his stare.

"You know that I stand by your decisions," Narcissa said simply, her face devoid of emotion.

"But Mother—" Malfoy started to protest.

"No," Harry interrupted, nodding at Narcissa, "she's right. They're your parents, Malfoy. And what they say, goes."

Malfoy looked enraged. "You listen to me, Harry Potter! There is no fucking way that I am letting you go now after all the shit I've been through these past few months, are we clear? And you," he turned to his father, who was watching him with a mixed expression of shock and esteem. "I will snog any damn Boy-Who-Lived whenever and wherever I please, and you can't do a fucking thing about it!"

Harry winced as Malfoy stopped his tirade. The silence hung uncomfortable and tense in the air as the elder Malfoys stared at their son. "Draco!" Narcissa exclaimed after a while, her delicate features suddenly very stern. "Out of all the vulgar, disrespectful—"

"Amazing," Lucius interjected, his eyes shining with pride, "after all these years of tireless training, you have finally acquired a backbone! Well done, son." Harry stopped cringing and gaped at Lucius in bewilderment, along with the remaining Malfoys. What the hell was going on? One minute everybody was shouting at each other, and now Lucius was beaming at his son as if he'd won the Quidditch cup. He shook his head in complete disbelief. What was wrong with this family?

"Thank you, Father," Malfoy said finally, in an arrogant 'Ha-I'm-Right' manner. He grabbed Harry's hand brazenly, and Harry immediately glanced over at Lucius. He looked pissed again. "I don't care what you say. I fancy him, and he fancies me."

"Fine," Narcissa complied, looking at her husband for approval. "I guess we'll have to compromise then."

"Didn't you just hear what I said? I get what I—"

"Silence," Lucius said, raising his cane up to quiet his family. "I give you my consent. But," he glared at Harry, "I will not have you gallivanting around in public together. You must keep your relationship a secret."

Harry frowned. "How will you know if we don't?"

Lucius smirked. "Trust me, I have my sources," he responded. Harry shivered. He really didn't want to know what that meant.

"And if I don't?" Malfoy asked.

Lucius's gaze hardened. "I will bring you home straight away and you will take whatever punishment I give you."

Harry spoke up, not wanting Malfoy to say anything stupid that would ruin their chances of being together. "Okay, he agrees," he said quickly. Fortunately, Malfoy did not argue.

Lucius smiled satisfactorily. "Good. Now, let's go, Narcissa. I'm tired."

Narcissa glanced over at Malfoy. "Our hotel is a couple miles off campus if you need us," she offered.

Malfoy sighed. "All right, Mother." He started walking away, so Harry followed. They walked all the way back to their dorm without a word of exchange. It was already lunchtime and the students would be mulling around now, so when they arrived Malfoy shut the door and checked if anyone was around and, finding nobody, pulled Harry onto the couches. "Now, where were we?" he asked, leaning in.

Harry smiled and shook his head. "I think it's time to discuss what we're doing," he said.

Malfoy sighed and sat back. "If I had known before that you were such a girl, I wouldn't have bothered in the first place," he complained.

Harry shoved him. "Shut up. Do you really want to be with me?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "What did you think my parents and I were arguing about, the color of the sky? Honestly."

"Shut up," Harry muttered again. "I just want to know. Do you want it bad enough that you'll hide our relationship from your friends?"

"I hide a lot of things from my friends, Potter. It's not really a big deal at all. But is it for you?"

Harry bit his lip. He had a hard enough time keeping secrets from Ron and Hermione as it was. And Seamus and Justin lived with them, so it would be incredibly difficult hiding it from them. He hated that feeling of guilt gnawing at his conscience every time he tried being sneaky. But Harry looked at Malfoy, whose eyes were glittering challengingly as a tiny smirk formed on his lips. His breath caught and his heart flip-flopped a couple of times. He couldn't say no to that. "I can do it," he replied, finally.

Malfoy smiled. "Good." He leaned in and gently kissed him. "Because I really want this, Harry," he whispered earnestly.

Harry felt as though his heart was going to explode out of his chest. He said my name! Draco Malfoy said my name! "Me too, Draco," Harry breathed, closing his eyes and leaning in for more. As soon as their lips touched, he heard the distinct sound of the door opening. In a split second, Draco pushed him away frantically and rolled off the couch and onto the ground, hidden from view to whoever it was that just entered the room.

Harry turned to see who it was, trying to appear casual. It was Seamus. "Hey mate," the Irish boy greeted him, not seeming to have noticed anything unusual. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, just sitting here," Harry answered. His eyes flickered down to Draco, who was still on the ground in front of him.

Seamus looked amused. "Just sitting here, by yourself, doing nothing? That's boring."

"Yeah, it is. Are you going out for lunch?"

"Nah, I did yesterday. Thought I might just hang out here. Do you mind?"

"Yes! I mean, no," Harry said quickly, receiving an odd look from the other boy.

"Are you okay, mate?" Seamus asked, coming closer to the couches.

"Yeah! I mean why wouldn't I be?" Harry responded, nudging Draco with his leg.

"I don't know," Seamus thankfully stopped walking over. He shook his head as if trying to clear it. "So did you talk with Malfoy?"

"What? Uh, no. I haven't. I probably won't, either. I think we're better off friends, I just realized that he's not really my type." Harry felt a hard pinch on his leg and tried not to wince. Well, he had to keep their cover, somehow!

"Oh, really? I think you're lying. Why won't you just admit you fancy him?"

"I'm not, honestly! He's just so difficult. I guess I just gave up." He felt Draco punch him, hard. Merlin, that hurt! He wanted to glare at him but couldn't without Seamus noticing.

"Uh, huh. Okay. Is this about Ron? Because I think he'd come around eventually."

"No, it's not him. I just really can't be with someone who's such a huge prat," he said loudly, trying to get back at the blonde boy for abusing his leg. Unfortunately, he just got another painful pinch for that. When they were alone again, he was really going to get it.

Seamus looked confused. "Really, Harry?"

"Yeah. Draco and I just aren't right for each other like that. I want to be just friends with him, that's all."

"Did you just call him Draco?"

"Huh?" Damn it. Just play it off. He tried to appear innocent. "I didn't say anything."

"But you just—"

"Whoa, look over there!"

"Harry."

"No, seriously, some girl's taking her top off—"

"Harry!"

"Gods, Seamus, just go out to lunch! PLEASE!"

"Fine," Seamus gave him a half-concerned, half-annoyed look. "But you're going to explain later."

"Okay. Whatever. Just go!"

When the Irish boy turned and finally left the room, Draco got up, laughing. "Merlin, you're awkward," he remarked with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah. See the things I do for you?"

"Whatever, Golden Boy." Harry rolled his eyes, all ready to argue with him some more, when the blonde boy pulled him close and pecked him on the cheek sweetly. Harry forgot all about his irritation and awkwardness and lost himself.

~x~

Draco bit back a smile as Harry very subtly passed him their note during Calculus. They had been going back and forth for 20 minutes now, trying to outdo each other in short, cheesy proclamations of love. He had to admit that it was pretty fun, if not just a bit flattering. Really, they didn't need to pay attention. Merlin knows they wouldn't be anyway. He scanned the note eagerly.

Draco, my love, I will die a thousand deaths before I stop loving you.

Your snugglemuffin,

Harry

He chuckled softly and quickly thought up a reply.

Harry, not only do I love you passionately, you are my hero. There is not a day that I won't need you.

Much love,

Draco

He passed it back with a smirk, and received the response a couple minutes later.

Draco, if I am your Superman, then you are my Kryptonite. (Muggle thing you don't know, I'll show you later)

Forever yours,

Harry

Draco couldn't help but giggle. Though he didn't understand it, it was still quite endearing. He glanced over at the green-eyed boy and felt his lips curve up into a grin when he noticed Harry yawn and try to cover it up by pretending to sneeze. Harry looked over at him and smiled sheepishly, as if caught in the act. Draco felt his butterflies in his stomach. Gods, I am so into him. He tapped his pencil against the desk, thinking. Even though these were just for fun and were completely ridiculous, they still had just a bit of truth in them. Draco honestly believed that one day, he and Harry would be able to say those things to each other and not have it be a joke.

He glanced down at the note. It would make him feel just a bit better if he could really let all of his true sentiments out, and this was the perfect opportunity to. And Harry would never have to know that Draco actually meant it. Well, not until it was appropriate to in their relationship, anyways. They were still fairly new at this. He jotted something down and was mulling over whether to pass it back to Harry or not, when the bell rang for class to end and he had to get up instead.

Scott appeared behind them and clapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Draco and Harry! Whatcha got there?"

"Nothing," Draco replied snappily, snatching the note off his desk. He tried to stuff it into his bag before the other boy could take it, but Scott was too quick for him.

"What's this? Love notes!"

"Give it back!"

Scott ignored him and began to read Draco's latest addition out loud. "Harry, I can't wait for you to show me who Superman is and what Kryptonite does to him. I can't wait to see the way you light up when you receive this note back. I can't wait to build forts with you tonight, I can't wait to kiss and kiss you and never stop. And I absolutely cannot WAIT to fall in love with you—AWWWW, DRACO!"

Instantly, people began to respond to it. "Ohh! That's so sweet, Malfoy!"

"So when's the wedding, guys?"

"How adorable!"

"Whooooo, Harry and Malfoy! Why didn't you tell me you were in lo-o-oove?"

"I SHIP IT."

Draco gasped. That wasn't supposed to be read out loud! Gods, he wasn't even sure he wanted Harry to hear it, let alone the entire class! "All of you stop it! It was a joke, okay?"

"Whatever you say, Draco!" Scott laughed as gave it back to him. "But if that was real, that'd be cool too, you know."

"It's not," Draco growled.

Scott raised his hands in defense. "Okay, all I'm saying is that it would be."

Draco watched him and everybody else leave the classroom, and then looked at Harry. He had been hoping that maybe Harry hadn't heard what he'd written, but by the unreadable look on his face, that was improbable. He decided to play dumb, just in case. "What?"

"You can't wait to fall in love with me?"

Draco felt his cheeks burn. "We were only kidding around," he replied cautiously. Harry didn't say anything. He moved closer, with that same mystery expression on his face. Draco backed up a little. "What are you doing?"

"What feels right." Draco's breath caught at those words, the same words spoken between them only hours ago. Harry moved in and wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his ear. "And just so you know, I can't wait to fall in love with you, too."

Draco pulled back and looked at him for a moment. They were in a public classroom, and the teacher could come back in any minute, not to mention the next class. They could be caught guilty, with no explanation or excuse. But Merlin, Harry was so beautiful. With those incredible emerald eyes and that sweet, perfect smile, Draco could feel his heart almost literally melting inside. And just like that, he gave into temptation and kissed him. With all the uncertainty and surprises that they had gone through with every other romantic encounter they had had, he realized that he hadn't kissed Harry this way before. As in really kiss him—no distractions, no parents, no setbacks. Just the two of them.

He moved slowly, trying to feel and just take in everything that was Harry. Feel the softness of his lips, the gentleness of his touch, the sensitivity of his actions. The way his mouth felt against Draco's was just right, there was nothing else that could explain it. It was perfect. It was his.

Draco vaguely heard the doorknob to the room turn, but he didn't care. Anybody could come in at this moment and it wouldn't matter. Because nobody could ruin this. Nobody but—

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?"

Fucking Ron Weasley.

Author's Note: And there you have it, another stupid cliffhanger where somebody sees them making out. I'm an annoyingly evil person, but how else am I supposed to get your attention? ;) So get ready for the typical Ron Weasley storm, guys!

Also I love the concept of Draco saying Harry's name first and his little note. Draco's just a big softie on the inside. Heh.