A/N: So, yeah. This is a thing. Admittedly, however, it was really the sheer number of reviews telling me to write more that made this happen.

But in the meantime, I hope this was worth the wait!

Draco was on edge. He paced back in forth in the Astronomy Tower, waiting. Harry hadn't shown up, even though Draco had been there for an hour.

He shouldn't still be waiting, he knew. He should be with Pansy, who had taken to disappearing into Snape's quarters for hours, presumably discussing her options about taking the mark (not that there were any). He should be working on his huge charms essay due the next day that he hadn't yet started.

He couldn't leave though. It was the bloody list.

No one had ever made it this far. The last person who made it past the first two steps was Astoria Greengrass, who his parents wanted him to marry. That desire didn't last, however, when she accidently walked into the boy's bathroom and saw Draco mid-shower. Instead of pretending it never happened, as Draco would have been perfectly happy doing, she ran to giggle to (what Draco felt like) was the entire female population of Slytherin, plus a few Ravenclaws. He crumbled up the list before he could ever cross off "they must have honor."

But this one with Harry was different. He needed it back. He knew what came next.

They must make you feel good.

Draco didn't know why he was so nervous. But that statement: "they must make you feel good" had so many different meanings. He didn't know what to expect.

For once, he didn't have any idea what Harry Potter was going to do. It terrified him.

"Draco," a soft voice spoke behind him. He stopped pacing suddenly, slowly turning around. He looked down at his feet to avoid the green eyes piercing him.

It won't happen now if you don't want it to. He told himself. It? What is it? You have no idea.

But he did. And he didn't know what he was more afraid of: Harry wanting more kissing, or Harry saying he liked….

He wasn't going to think about it.

"Potter," he spat, but his voice lacked the usual harshness. "It's about time you showed up."

"I'm sorry." A slight hint of bitterness worked its way into Harry's words. "You left with some explaining to do. My friends were almost over being pissed at me for a few days ago. I had to act quickly."

Draco looked up into Harry's eyes.

"Damage control? How very Slytherin."

But really, Harry's eyes were Slytherin green.

"Shut up, Draco. You may like being an asshole to everyone, but I try not to be. Speaking of which, here."

A lean, tan hand held out a sheet of parchment. Draco's jaw dropped open.

"Seriously? The war's over, just like that?"

Draco was almost disappointed. He knew he was being pathetic, but the flash in Harry's eyes in the Great Hall had replayed through his mind this last hour. He thought it meant something.

Harry blinked.

"The war isn't over. The only war I'm fighting won't be over until Voldemort's dead. And I know you want that too, so I don't think I have the energy to fight with you anymore. Tease, maybe. But I didn't mean to start the battle in the Great Hall."

"You don't know how I feel about Voldemort—"

"Just because I'm pretending I didn't hear the conversation between you and Pansy doesn't mean I didn't."

Draco stared at Harry. Harry stared back, his green eyes calm.

"You read it," Draco said after a moment.

"What?"

"This," Draco shook the piece of parchment in the air. "You read this, didn't you? That's why you're backing out."

The green eyes became confused.

"I didn't read it," Harry said slowly. "I couldn't figure it out."

But Draco knew Harry could lie now. He couldn't believe he could have been so stupid. Why would Potter want to play his game? They were enemies.

"You obviously did." Draco's voice was cold. He felt like he was sinking. "That's why you're acting like this. You want out, whatever. Just tell me, stop making me feel the complete opposite of—"

He couldn't continue. How had he believed that Potter could make him feel anything resembling good?

"Of what?" Potter asked. Draco only glared at him in response. He crumpled the parchment in his hand and threw it on the ground. Pushing quickly past Potter, he ran from the tower.

"Draco, wait!"

He didn't stop.

A/N: Please keep reviewing. It will help more chapters come along! And to everyone who read this, thank you for coming back to this story.