In mid-October Harry pulled Draco behind a tapestry. Draco laughed, he'd been doing that more and more; Harry loved nothing more than being the reason Draco laughed. He stepped up and kissed his lips, it was so familiar now, their mouths tangling.
"Harry," Draco murmured through his kisses, "Harry, I have to go to class, love."
Harry brought his face back and smiled, his green eyes shined under the black fringe that hung across his forehead.
"I know, I just have a question."
Draco pulled him into a hug, resting his chin upon his head, "mhm?"
It was Friday, they'd spent every weekend together up until Sunday night dinner. Harry was very nervous to be asking this question. He knew it'd be hard for Draco, but this was important.
"Would you want to come with me on Sunday?" he quickly asked.
Draco stiffened in the boy's arms, Harry tightened his arms.
"It's just dinner," he assured him, mumbling into his shoulder.
Draco pulled back, holding Harry by the shoulders, searching his face.
He'd been dreading this invitation. He knew it would come, the Weaseley's were his family, who doesn't introduce their boyfriend to their family? He shouldn't be too worried, he'd met them all before; that was before they were dating. Draco sighed, exhaling all air from his lungs.
He nodded his head, agreeing.
Harry smiled a toothy grin, gripping his face in his hands.
"Really?" he uttered.
"Of course." he bent to kiss the top of his head, "but I really must be getting on to class. Will I see you at lunch?"
"Of course."
Draco left and continued on to class.
Harry leaned against the stone, still standing behind the tapestry. It was time for him to do something he didn't want to do. It would have to wait, Ginny didn't have a free period until just before dinner.