Harry looked up as the Seventh Year's boys' dormitory door banged open, his eyes landing on a blushing Neville. The other Gryffindor seemed a bit surprised to see that someone was already in the room as he hesitated just in front of the closed door.

"Oh, sorry" Neville murmured, "I didn't mean to disturb you, I'll go . . ."

"No, no, it's fine; I'd just been staring blankly at my potions' book for the past ten minutes anyways." Harry said with a small smile, noticing the slightly panicked look in the brunette's eyes. He scooted back to the head of his bed and patted a spot next to him, offering Neville a seat.

The Gryffindor grinned, though it looked a bit strained to his friend as he took the proffered seat.

"So, what's wrong?" The raven haired teen asked bluntly, not in the mood for beating around the bush.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know, you looked, a bit shaken up when you came in, so what happened?" Harry asked, eyeing the other teen carefully.

Neville flushed slightly, but cleared his throat before saying, "Can I trust you Harry?"

The Gryffindor looked somewhat offended, "You have to ask?"

"Sorry" Neville said, shaking his head. "It's just; this is a bit new to me."

Harry waited patiently for Neville to continue as he seemed to gather his thoughts, "Well, you know how Blaise and I have been spending more time with each other lately, studying and everything?"

The brunette smirked, guessing where this was going. "Yeah, I've noticed. I saw you leaving the Slytherin common room, remember?"

"Right, well, lately he's been . . . Merlin, I don't know, I guess he's been-"

"Hitting on you?" Harry finished for him, knowing that it would have taken a lot longer for Neville to have actually said the words himself.

"Um, yeah, and it's just a bit weird. I've never really had that happen, especially from another guy."

"But, you're gay, right?"

Neville's ears turned a bright shade of red as he nodded curtly, "I've just never been in a situation like this before though. I mean, at first I never really paid any crushes I ever had too much attention because of the war, and because I wasn't out, and I'm still technically not yet, and I just never thought that anything would come of them anyway."

"But, you do like Blaise, right?" Harry asked, needing to clarify.

"Yeah" Neville murmured, "I do. He's a lot nicer than anyone expects, and he's thoughtful and . . . I really like him, I just don't know what to do!"

"Well, if you like him, and form what I can tell, he obviously likes you, then I don't see the problem."

"It's just that Blaise has so much experience while I haven't even been on a single date." Neville sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.

Harry offered a small smile; he could definitely sympathize knew with his friend. "I get it; it's kind of the same with me and Draco. Do you want him to ask you on a date?"

Harry wondered if it was healthy to continually have blood rushing to your cheeks like Neville had, but, as he thought about how many times he'd blushed around Draco, he figured it must be harmless.

"I don't know, maybe, I think so." Neville murmured, idly fiddling with a loose string on the comforter.

"Well, I'm sure it'll work out fine" Harry said offering a smile, and receiving one in turn from his fellow Gryffindor.

"Thanks Harry"

-xoxoxo-

Blaise raised an eyebrow as he regarded the teen before him, carefully considering his words. "And you're sure about this?" he asked.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Positive. Just don't mention I told you, and, try not to scare him off this time."

Blaise frowned, "He wasn't . . . upset, was he?"

The Gryffindor shrugged, "Not upset so much as confused. This is all new to him."

Blaise's lips quirked up into a small, fond smile, "I know, and thanks, for telling me that is."

"I'm sure you would have done so eventually, whether I had told you or not."

Blaise grinned, "Probably. Well, I have a date to plan, and a Gryffindor to seduce, I'll see you later Po- Harry" he said, offering one more small smile before exiting the library.

-xoxoxo-

Draco couldn't believe how stupid he had been to have forgotten such an essential part to his plan as he thought over his best friend's words. He sat by the lake, on the side closest to the Forbidden Forest, waiting for his boyfriend.

"Hey, sorry I'm late" Harry breathed as he flopped down onto the grass beside him, giving the Slytherin one of his charming smiles.

"It's fine" Draco said, crawling over to bridge above Harry, leaning down to bring the younger teen into a sweet, slow kiss. "So, what are you doing Saturday?" Draco asked casually, sitting up and placing Harry's head in his lap, carding his fingers gently through soft raven locks.

Harry glanced at him, shrugging before emerald eyes fluttered shut, very much enjoying Draco's fingers' soothing caress, earning a small smile from the blond. "I don't know, sleeping in most likely, nothing really."

"Well, I was wondering if you would give me the pleasure of taking you on a date."

Dark eyebrows rose in surprise as he craned his neck up to meet Draco's eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Well, yes I am, but it's hard to focus on planning a date when you're squirming so deliciously in my lap."

Harry blushed, sitting up as he murmured an apology. Draco leaned in, brushing his lips softly against the shell of Harry's ear as he wrapped his arms around the Gryffindor's waist, tugging him up and into his lap. "I didn't say I didn't like it."

Harry bit his lip, attempting to stifle a groan as Draco began to trail feather light kisses from his ear to his throat, pausing to run his teeth teasingly along his pulse point, drawing a small moan from the Gryffindor.

Draco chuckled against his neck, the sound like velvet to the younger teen, sending shivers down his back. He flushed as he let out a small whimper when the Slytherin chastely pecked his lips and pulled away.

Draco smirked, as much as he'd like to test the waters a bit more and find out just how far Harry would let him go, he decided to wait for a few moments, planning to drive the Gryffindor to the brink just long enough to make him beg for it. His smirk grew; of course, he'd like it a lot better if he could get Harry to beg for it in an entirely different scenario . . .

Harry bit his lip, not quite wanting to voice that he wanted the blond to continue his ministrations. Emerald eyes narrowed at the site of the smirk that graced pale lips. The prat was doing this on purpose! He groaned inwardly, he was not going to beg. He wasn't . . . But as a hand ran along his waist, slipping under his shirt to ghost along his stomach before quickly moving away, and Draco licked a trail up the tan column of his throat, he couldn't help but let out a small, "Please."

'Oh yes' the blond thought evilly to himself, 'this was going to be fun.'

AN: Yes, I know another filler chapter, and probably not my best, but I hope you liked it!

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