"What's wrong, you seem . . . distracted?" Draco asked, staring curiously at Harry. They sat by the lake, Harry between the blonde's legs, lying comfortably against his chest.

"Nothing" Harry said deftly, frowning slightly as he looked unseeingly at the lake's glassy surface.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Harry, we've been enemies for seven years, friends for a little over a month, fake dating for a week, and seriously dating for a month. I think I know you somewhat well enough by now to know when you're lying."

Harry smiled, leaning up to give the Slytherin a soft kiss, "I just have a lot on my mind."

Silver eyes rolled, "Like?" Draco prompted.

"Like . . ." Harry bit his lip, wondering whether or not it was worth telling the blond. "After we first got together, when I left the library, I saw Nott."

Draco's eyes darkened, "What did that bastard do to you now?"

"He didn't do anything, he just . . . threatened me."

Draco growled, "He threatened you?"

"Well, sort of, he said that he wants you, and when I told him you weren't interested he said that you will be, and that I should take that as a threat."

Draco frowned, "If you're worried that I'll-"

"No, it's not that" Harry dismissed with a wave of his hand, "it's just, like you said, we've been dating for a month and he hasn't done anything yet, well anything major that is."

"Major?" Draco questioned, "Harry, last week he stole your wand and locked you in a cupboard so that you'd miss our date."

"Harry shrugged, "yeah, and you hexed his other ball of, though Madame Pomfrey fixed it . . . My point is, he's done all this stuff to me, but he hasn't done anything to attempt and get you to be interested in him, like he said he would."

"What's it matter?" Draco asked, "even if he does try it won't work. We should just consider it a good thing that he's stopped."

"Yeah . . . I guess you're right" Harry said, though he wasn't all too convinced.

-x-x-x-

Harry frowned at the note on his pillow.

Meet at 8:30 – D

He wondered why Draco was pushing their usual lesson back by thirty minutes but simply assumed it was for a good reason. Shrugging, he went off to find something to do.

-x-x-x-

Draco stared at the ingredients spread out on the tale before him, wondering what he should teach Harry to brew next. Though he constantly made remarks about how dreadful Harry was with potions, he had to admit that the Gryffindor had some natural talent, and was continually improving his skill with each lesson.

He turned around with a soft smile as Harry entered the Room of Requirement, walking up to the blond with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry I'm late" he said, looking down.

Draco thought Harry was acting oddly shy but ignored it, "Don't be ridiculous, it's 8:04, not even five minutes."

"So, you forgive me?" Harry purred hopefully, walking over to the Slytherin and wrapping his arms around his neck.

Draco raised an eyebrow but nodded, "of course."

"I'm so happy" Harry murmured, leaning up to place an oddly harsh kiss on Draco's lips. Draco was surprised, but not necessarily, complaining as he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. He staggered a little as the teen pressed closer to him, deepening the kiss with a needy kind of passion as he moved his arms down, firmly squeezing the blonde's arse making silver eyes widen in shock as he ground his erection into the older teen. Harry was moving faster than they had in a month, something that sent his warning signs on definite alert.

As strange as it sounded, he could have sworn he felt Harry growing taller and slightly wider to balance out the height change. Harry kissed him even harder than he had been, desperate now. . .

-x-x-x-

Harry didn't want to believe the sight in front of him. He wanted to walk back out, close the door, and then open it again to find that his eyes had merely been playing a cruel trick on him, and Draco was only surveying the ingredients as he always did, instead of making out with Nott.

"What the bloody hell, Draco?" Harry hissed, making the two jump apart in shock. Draco wore a confused look, that shifted to horrified as he glanced between Harry and Theodore, whereas Nott merely looked smug.

Harry knew something wasn't right, but didn't feel quite like listening to his own reasoning as he demanded, "What the heck is going on here?"

"You, how are you there, I . . . fuck, I was just kissing you, and then. No, this is all bloody . . . What the fuck!" Draco spoke, eyes pleading with Harry to understand.

"You sent me a note telling me to come in at 8:30, did you think you two would be done by then?" Harry hissed.

"What? You came in at four after, blubbering about being late before you jumped me; I never sent you any note!"

Harry took a shuddered breath, trying to reign in his emotions as hurt, confusion, and anger swirled within him in a whirlwind of feelings.

"Nott, start talking before I castrate you, reason or no!" Draco growled, seizing his fellow Slytherin by his shirt collar.

Nott held his hands up in self defense, "I'm as confused as poor Harry over there, you told me to come in and then molested me . . . not that I'm complaining. . ."

Even a first year could see his obvious lie. "You really expect anyone to believe that?" Harry asked, incredulous.

Theodore shrugged, "Fine, I wanted Draco to give me an unbiased opportunity to prove that I'm much better than you, which I did, and polyjuice was the only way that I could."

Draco looked at him as if he were an idiot, which in his opinion, he was, "You didn't prove anything! If anything you ruined your already impossible chances! Not only did you pretend to be my boyfriend with polyjuice, which you did horribly at, but you grabbed my arse and tried to dominate me, which proved just how little you know about me! Let me enlighten you. I. Never. Bottom!"

"Draco-"

Draco didn't want to hear whatever his fellow Slytherin had to say; instead he merely smirked at the shriek of pain Nott let out from the hex he had thrown at him. "I'd get to the Hospital Wing fast, it may be permanent this time" Draco said. "I'm not going to tell about the polyjuice, to save Harry the spectacle, but I swear, if you try anything like this again, I'll hex a lot more than your tiny, and yes I do mean tiny, bits off, and not even St. Mungo's specialists won't be able to heal them!" Draco growled as Theodore hobbled out the room, in too much pain for the glare he sent at Harry to be even remotely effective.

Once the door had shut behind the Slytherin, the two remaining teens stood in silence, staring at each other. "Harry, I'm sorry" Draco said, taking a step closer to the Gryffindor before pausing, unsure if it'd be a welcomed approach.

Harry took a deep breath before offering a smile he didn't feel, "Don't be, you didn't know." Harry murmured, closing the distance between them and letting the blond pull him into tight embrace. "I didn't expect it to . . ." Harry murmured, burying his face in the crook of the blonde's neck.

Draco ran his fingers soothingly through midnight locks, "Didn't expect it to what?"

Harry pressed himself closer, "I didn't expect it to hurt so much" he murmured.

Draco sighed, "I'm sorry."

Harry smiled, a genuine one his time as he leaned up to draw Draco into a sweet, feather light kiss that was so filled with emotion it left both of them a bit lightheaded. "Don't be, just . . . can we skip the lesson today, take a break?"

Draco smiled lightly, moving a stray strand of hair behind Harry's ear as he looked intently into emerald eyes, "Of course" he murmured, leaning down for another gentle, much needed, kiss.

AN: So, what do you think? Good? Horrible? Unsure? I'm fairly pleased with it, but tell me what you think.

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