"Deep breath Harry," Hermione whispered soothingly as they stepped into the Great Hall. As soon as they crossed the barrier along the threshold their ears were assaulted by raging music. Apparently the school had opted against starting with the traditional classical music and went straight to teenagerous stuff. Harry winced as his ears were caught off guard, then as his ears adjusted, his eyes searched half-heartedly for Ginny. He was beginning to stress when he was suddenly yanked to the right, Hermione holding firm to his arm, leading him to a table near the corner. Where Ginny sat happily awaiting him. Right next to the table that seated Parkinson... And Dra-Malfoy. Man did he ever look pissed! Parkinson sat with her chin resting lazily in her hand as Malfoy sat glaring vehemently at the table. Harry stalked over rigidly, Ginny had sat herself at an angle that would allow the eyes of both Parkinson and Malfoy constant access to ogle them. Harry wasn't so sure of the plan anymore, Malfoy seemed mad, but he wasn't even acknowledging Harry's existence. Besides that, if he were bothered by the plan, wouldn't he have shown signs of irritation earlier than this? Harry sighed heavy hearted as he fell into place next to Ginny. As soon as he had settled himself comfortably Ginny nestled in beside him, wrapping her arms tightly around his bicep. Harry tensed, uncomfortable with the proximity. He shuffled uncomfortably for a moment before settling into place once more. What was the point of suffering through this fake date if Malfoy wasn't even the slightest bit tweaked? As the night carried on Malfoy stayed seated, glaring, scowling and grimacing the entire time. Parkinson leaned into him whispering and stroking his arm lovingly, no doubt trying to ease his foul mood. She had left him a couple times to dance, but other than that she stayed loyally by his side, whispering and petting him. Harry was perturbed by the lack of response in accordance to his "master plan" Ginny however wasn't giving up. She kept laughing loudly and cooing his name, clinging to him and stroking his arms and chest, on occasion she would run her hands through his hair. Harry was just about to call off the plan when Ginny jumped up beside him, danced around behind him, then grabbed his arm, tugging toward the dance floor. Harry wanted to refuse but Ginny had helped so much it seemed unfair to deny her. So he followed her to the center of the room. The instant they were in place Ginny began grinding against him, lifting her leg to his hip every now and then, and hooking it around him. She was all around him and in his face. Harry felt like he was suffocating, too much Ginny! She was losing herself in the rhythm, she was losing herself to her desire. Then before Harry could stop her, his mouth was assaulted by hers. For one wild moment Harry couldn't help but think maybe she was going to eat him. He shoved her off him, his heart beating sickly. Ginny's eyes were dazed, Harry glared at her, her eyes widened realization dawning on her.

"Oh my god, Harry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- it just sort of- oh please forgive me!"

Harry grimaced at the pathetic display but nodded none the less. Glancing around the room, to avoid looking at Ginny's face, his eyes caught a peculiar sight.

Parkinson.

Hermione.

Having a discussion?

Well, more like having what looked to be a very heated argument!

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Pansy had sat through a lot with Draco, but she couldn't keep just sitting there, it wasn't helping, and her rage was beginning to over power her. She pushed away from the table without warning and stormed over to Granger, who was, by luck, standing alone.

"What the fuck Granger!" She hissed dangerously as she neared the bushy mud-blood. Granger snapped her attention to Pansy in an instant, her eyes turning to slits of cold brown. Her arms crossing in a no-none-sense stance.

"What ever is the matter Parkinson?" Pansy's eyes narrowed impossibly as she took in Granger's careless tone.

"Why the bloody hell is Potter here with the Weasley girl? You and I both know his preference!" Damn that mud-blood! The bloody bitch was actually smirking at her!

"So Draco's feeling a bit jealous is he? Good. He should be upset! I'm glad he's upset. I hope he sits there and rots in his own despair."

Pansy's eyes widened comically at Granger. Who knew she could be so harsh, and she spoke with such a light voice too!

"Anyway, just because Harry and Draco had a thing doesn't mean he's gay," Pansy snorted her amusement at that statement, Granger ignored her and continued, "He's bisexual, duh."

Pansy was stumped, she hadn't expected something like that, and of course, it made perfect sense. Her eyes travelled to Harry, grinding against 'the-slutty-red-headed-conniving- freckle-faced-bitch-from-hell' as Draco had so adequately named her. Then without warning their lips locked together. Pansy immediately looked to Draco, his expression broke her heart. He was rigid, more rigid than she'd ever seen him. His eyes wide with a crazed look to them, watching the kiss continue. She couldn't see it but she knew he would be shaking, trying to control himself. She whipped around to face Granger, whom she was shocked to see was also giving a venomous glare in the couples direction.

"I told you, if Harry hurt Draco I would hurt him! That was our deal!"

Granger's glare snapped to her and for a moment Pansy was scared. Granger took a few steps toward her, advancing on her, intimidating her.

"You want to talk to me about how Harry is hurting Draco? HAH! That's a laugh!" The biting chill in Granger's voice made Pansy flinch.

"What about Draco's little 'dip n ditch'? You think that didn't hurt Harry?"

That's when it hit her. It was a ploy. A clever plot to enrage Draco and send jealousy tearing through him, eating at his heart.

"It-it was a plan?"

"Congratulations! Figured it out did you?"

"Well that's really helpful! Draco's been seriously upset! And he's been really pissed off all night!"

"So?"

"Don't be so casual! You should know by now that Draco isn't the most intelligent person when he's angry!"

"Is he ever?"

"Shut up! He gets really irrational! He might do something really stupid if we don't-"

Both girls froze as Draco pushed passed them, steaming mad, and dragging a very surprised and reluctant Harry with him.

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Harry's attention was drawn away from the arguing girls as Ginny pulled him in to dance another provocative number. He was no longer interested in keeping up their charade, he had tried to keep going for Ginny, to repay her, but she had ruined her own reward without ever even realizing. He tried to calm her movements, he had tried to push her away, nothing seemed to be working, and with the way her limbs were flailing there was no escaping. Acting on impulse Harry wrapped his arms around her in what probably looked to others as an embrace, but really he was trying to cease her actions. It worked, Ginny stopped all movements, freezing momentarily in his restraining arms. Then she thawed, slowly raising her arms to wrap them round him in return. Harry gritted his teeth together, mashing them angrily as he tried to calm himself before he did something irrational. However, before Harry could even start to soothe his raging temper, he was overcome

with blank shock as Ginny was ripped from his arms. Harry stared up wide eyed into the furious burning gaze of none other than the infamous Draco Malfoy, the source of all his suffering, and now his saviour. The shock he felt was mirrored back

to him through Ginny's face. She came round faster than Harry could and shot a nasty glare at the menacing blond. Her glare was completely inferior to the Slytherin that now towered over her, his hand wrapped painfully tight round Harry's bicep. Not that Harry could feel the pain, his shock numbed him.

"Bugger off Malfoy! Harry and I are sharing a moment together you git."

Harry was surprised that Ginny could so bravely say such things with such a putrid expression directed at her, although Harry did catch the shiver that shot through her. Draco reached up with exaggerated slowness, then,

with road runner speed, he pushed Ginny's shoulder, his hand slamming violently into her, knocking her back a few steps. That brought Harry back. Even if he was mad at Ginny, she didn't deserve that treatment. Besides, who was Malfoy to act like this when he had all but physically ripped Harry's heart from his chest?

"Oi!" He had intended to go on a long rant, filled with several insults designed perfectly to pick on their intimate relationship without revealing anything, but one look from Malfoy silenced him.

"Shut your mouth."

It was obvious Malfoy only really meant 'shut up' but Harry snapped his jaw shut anyhow.

Draco was too pissed off to find Harry's blatant shock cute, and he was too infuriated to laugh at him for stupidly doing exactly as instructed.

"Let him go, Malfoy!" Ginny shouted at him, anger seething in her every word. Harry was suddenly overwhelmed with a blinding sense of gratitude for the loud music, though there were still some eyes turned to them anyway, probably taken a back by the sight. Draco turned to Ginny then, Harry couldn't see his expression but he knew it must be something awful. He watched Ginny shrink into herself slightly, pulling away and giving up her offensive attitude.

"Shut the fuck up you ugly little whore," Malfoy's tone was level, his voice low and dangerous, the hint of a growl tainted his sound, "You say one more word to me and I will seriously fuck you up. Understand?"

He didn't wait for Ginny's response, though Harry saw her nod, he turned to Harry his anger was stunning and Harry just now realized that Malfoy was actually shaking with rage.

"You're coming with me. Now."

Harry flinched at the command, scared to disobey but more terrified of what awaited him when he consented. He wriggled uselessly in the boys vice grip, Malfoy rewarded his reluctance by tightening his grip and pulling Harry toward him, forcing Harry to look him in the eyes. They stayed like that, statues. What was really just seconds felt like minutes, Malfoy glared at Harry with such intensity that honestly the poor Griffindor forgot to breathe.

Suddenly Malfoy began moving again trudging toward the exit, towing Harry along with him. Weak from his lack of oxygen and surprised by the sudden movement, Harry didn't even think to put up a fight and watched with wide eyes as he passed the shocked faces of Hermione and Parkinson on the way out of the Great Hall.

Harry began pacing himself with Malfoy, he found that if he kept up and went without fighting it, that Malfoy loosened his grip. Some plan! It had totally worked and now Harry was regretting it, though a voice in the back of his mind pointed out how much he was actually enjoying having the blonds attention.

They kept walking, twisting through the castle, turning at what seemed to Harry as random intervals. Harry's patience was wearing thin. Malfoy had no right to be doing this, and when the hell were they going to stop? For that matter, where were they headed?

"Are we there yet?" Harry asked, purposefully sounding like a small child. Malfoy lurched to the left, pulling Harry violently from his path. He shoved Harry into the wall, slamming him with all the force Harry expected. He pinned Harry's

wrists to the wall on either side of his head, and leaned in dangerously close. Harry's breath hitched unexpectedly, this was it. The pivotal moment.

"Fuck you."

Simple enough.

"Excuse me?" Harry cried in outrage.

"Fuck. You. Is it really that hard to understand?" Malfoy's eyes pinned Harry's making it impossible for him to look away. Somewhere in the back of their minds both boys registered the arrival of Hermione and Pansy, but they were too pre-occupied to give a damn. Harry stared stupidly at Malfoy for a good minute before continuing.

"What is your problem!?" He demanded, aggravated. Malfoy scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Really, Harry?" He called quietly. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Yes really, Malfoy." He put emphasis on the word 'Malfoy' and watched as the tiny bit of amusement that had been present from his last statement vanished from Malfoy's eyes. Malfoy pushed on Harry's wrists more, desperate to control himself.

"Shut it with that 'Malfoy' stuff!"

"Don't order me around! What's wrong with calling you that? It is your name you know."

"Shut up!" Malfoy was shaking again, he hung his head defeated and Harry felt his resolve disintegrate.

"Draco..." Harry tested, the name felt delicious in his mouth. Draco stiffened before looking back up at Harry, with his piercing gaze. Harry surrender, relaxing into the wall and dropping his guarded expression.

"I really don't understand you." Harry didn't even care how weak he sounded. Though Draco flinched at the defeated look and sound of him.

"Why are you so mad? You should've known I was taking Ginny to the dance, she's been bragging all week! In fact, I'm sure you knew. So how come you were fine all week and only just now react?"

"I didn't actually think you'd take that desperate skank, I thought it was wishful thinking on her part!"

"Don't you talk about Ginny like that!"

"I'll talk about her however I damn well please!" Draco spat venomously, "She had her grubby little paws all over you, she fucking kissed you, Harry! MY Harry."

Harry froze, searching the bluey silver eyes in front of him, waiting for it to all finally make sense. Then he gave up.

"I'm sorry, what did you just call me? What am I?"

"Mine." the word was accentuated by the flutter of butterflies, and a quick tightening on his wrists. There was definitely going to be bruises. Harry ignored the pain of his wrists in favour of gaping at Draco. Sighing Draco loosened his grip on Harry exponentially.

"At least you used to be..." He mumbled it under his breath, Harry had to strain to hear him. Dumbfounded Harry could do nothing but stare.

"You're unbelievable!" He yelled, making everyone present jump in shock, "I really can't believe you!"

He was angry; this was stupid!

"You're the one that chucked me! What is this?" Draco's grip tightened once more as Harry fumbled to get away.

"Let me go you stupid idiot!" That's redundant.

Draco's expression once again grew furious, he slammed forcefully against Harry and leaned in, glaring at him.

Harry's mind travelled instantly back to the memory of their first kiss. The scene was so similar.

Draco leaned in further, their noses mere centimeters apart.

"I love you."

Then the world fell apart.

Draco's mouth forced itself on Harry's, moving wildly, desperately, and Harry's mouth complied. Harry felt his body push forward longing for Draco's to be flush against it. Draco acceded. Stuck between the freezing dungeon corridor wall and Draco's burning body, Harry no longer had the will to fight. His brain hadn't caught up yet; he was incapable of any thought, but if he was sure about anything it was that this was what his heart wanted. What his heart needed. He knew he couldn't go back to living without this, he would die if he was deprived once more of this, of Draco. His brain now caught up and in the zone, focussed on Draco. He kissed and nipped at Draco's mouth, eliciting the most wonderful sounds. Draco's tongue darted excitedly into Harry's mouth, tasting every inch, committing it to memory.

He was on fire, he had to be. There was no way he could be this hot without being on fire. It just wasn't possible. Regardless of how hot he was, every touch from Draco scorched him further. His and Draco's moans now mixed together in an endless echo of their bliss.

"Ermm..."

No response.

"Ah-ha-ha-HEMཀ"

Nothing.

"WOULD YOU TWO GIVE IT A REST!"

Both boys turned slowly, still caught in a bit of a daze, and looked upon Hermione and Pansy as if noticing their presence for the first time. Harry immediately blushed and pulled back, willing his body to calm. Draco looked put out but backed up anyhow, finally releasing Harry's wrists completely.

"What?" he snapped at Pansy. She grinned wolfishly.

"We're really happy for both of you but we don't need to watch you two fuck."

"Then go away." Draco huffed and Harry blushed, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

"We weren't gunna anyway..." He mumbled shyly. Hermione laughed lightly, freely.

"Sure looked like you might!" she called mercilessly. Harry nudged Draco back a bit further.

"Well we weren't." He said more firmly this time. Draco's heart fell through his stomach.

"Harry..." Hermione began carefully. Pansy huffed.

"C'mon Potter, he bloody well said he loves you! He's only ever said that to his mother, and even at that he's only said it like four times in his entire life. Don't be a stupid git."

"Pansy!" Draco warned, his voice dangerous again. Harry knew it was just Pansy's way of trying to be helpful and encouraging.

"Look, I just want a bloody explanation, I think I deserve that much." Hermione nodded in agreement at Harry's request. It was reasonable enough. Draco scoffed his annoyance. He knew Harry would request something like this but he still didn't like it.

"I'm not going to apologize you know." Harry nodded. He had expected as much. Draco watched Harry before sighing and resigning himself to the needed explanation.

"Look, I got scared ok? I freaked out, is that what you wanted to hear?" He didn't mean to sound so rude but it just kind of came out that way.

"We've been enemies since the day we met, my father is a known death eater," he paused, scrutinizing Harry's face, "I don't think I need to elaborate on that one." Harry rolled his eyes at draco.

"And there's a whole mess of reasons that web from those two," he finished lamely.

"So you just got scared?"

"Well... Yeah."

"Jeeze you big idiot!" Harry bellowed, "I was scared too! Those reasons are all there for me too!"

Harry snorted in disbelief.

"Not to mention the added fear that maybe I was repulsive or just some sort of game to you!"

Draco winced at that, it was true, he knew it was, and the guilt seeped through him. He didn't want to, but the seeping guilt forced it from his lips.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act like that, like I said, I just freaked out. I didn't think."

Harry stared at him doubtfully, with an annoyed tinge to his expression. Then, BAM! He smiled, a broad goofy grin.

"Thought you weren't gunna apologize," he chuckled childishly. Draco shoved him playfully.

"Shuddup," was his sheepish retort.

"So the plan worked then, eh?" Everyone turned to stare blankly at the red headed be-freckled boy. When had he shown up?

"You two made up?" He asked again. Silence. Then-

"You told HIM!?" Draco asked scandalized.

"I didn't, he over heard me and Hermione talking about it," Harry gushed as way of explanation.

"Ugh!" Draco threw his hands in the air. Harry pouted his lip.

"What's wrong with Ron knowing?"

Draco turned to scrutinize him again.

"I'd just like to keep the list of people who know fairly short," he began slowly, calculatingly, "It's all very new and I'm not ready to tell the world just yet."

Only it sounded like there was more to it, like he really meant something else, and judging by Parkinson's and Hermione's expressions, that assumption was correct. Interesting. Harry would question him about that later.

"So, does that mean we're in a relationship?"

Silence. Dumbfounded silence. Gaping faces that screamed 'are you serious' kind of silence.

"Potter," Parkinson's tone was definitely disbelieving, "He said he loves you."

Thank you captain obvious!

"I know that I just, y'know wasn't sure..." he shuffled uncomfortably, ruffling his ebony locks, "I mean, we didn't really have a real relationship before this... It was kinda just... Well yeah. And I knew I had feelings for you but I didn't know if you actually liked me or if it was just physical or what was happening and-"

"HARRY!" Draco shouted, a rare blush of embarrassment gracing his cheeks, "I think that's enough of that!"

"Sorry."

"It's cool mate, everyone here already knew all that." Ron chortled gleefully, fully enjoying Draco's embarrassment.

"That doesn't make it any less private, Weasley!"

"Whatever."

Draco glowered, arms crossed.

"Jeeze, now I gotta be nice to Potter and his lackeys! Look what you got me into, Draco!" Parkinson sighed dramatically. Then at the look on Draco's face she said, "Kidding! Sheesh!"

Draco continued to stare in a confused manner.

"What?" Parkinson finally snapped, "Can't have your friends fighting with your boyfriend now can you?"

"B-boyfriend!?"

"Yes Harry, boyfriend." Hermione re-affirmed, "You two did just agree to be in a relationship did you not?"

Harry nodded slowly. Then he broke into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"What is it?" Draco asked feeling rather indignant.

"Dra-Draco Malfoy," he paused to gasp, "is my boyfriend!" He laughed some more, tears budding in his eyes.

"Who would've ever thought it? Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, boyfriends!" He continued joyfully.

Ron began chuckling too, unable to encumber his laughter. Soon both Hermione and Parkinson, or should he think of her as Pansy now? Both Hermione and Pansy began giggling too. Draco continued to stand incensed at the laughter, but he couldn't stay mad for long when both Harry and Pansy were so jubilant, eventually he too began to laugh as well.

A/N:

Well... Odd chapter in my opinion, and I feel like my writing style has changed somewhat but maybe that's just me?

Anyway, I'm sorry it took so long to update but I just finished moving, well actually we're not fully unpacked so I guess I'm not finished yet, but still.

Would looooooooooooove some reviews!!(pwease?)