Author's Notes: I've decided to continue this story a little bit more, but not much. ^.^ And, you'll notice my updates are becomming slower than usual, mostly because I haven't been having much inspiration. (damn muses, i think i'm gonna fire the lot!)

Also... I intend for this chapter to be "steamy". *giggle* I'm in such a boyxboy mood at the moment! *searches the net for yaoi* hehe. BAD ME! muwahahah! (i'm so happy to be 18, i can do all this stuff legally now. lol)

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Whispers in the Rain

Chapter 16: A Nice Little Day

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"Well?" Ron asked, for the fourtieth time that morning. Harry just shook his head, a small smile on his face, as he lead his friend down to the Great Hall. "Your going to have to tell me sooner or later!"

"Tell you what?" Hermione inquired as they sat down across from her. She shut her book and placed it on the table, looking at them expectantly. "Well?"

"Will you guys quite saying that? 'Well? Huh? Well'" Harry mocked. Ron frowned a second then repeated.

"Well?" Harry sighed, his attempts were fruitless. They were too curious to stop. Ron nudged him. "Come on! I want to know."

"Don't you think that's just a little private?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head no. "Come on... Hermione?"

"Honestly, Harry..." She shrugged. "I could care less. Though, I'll admit, the curiousity is starting to get to me."

Harry rolled his eyes, no help there. He took a moment, just to leave them in suspence, to look around the Great Hall. His eyes immediately went to the Slytherin table, where he saw Draco. Draco sat next to Crabbe and Goyle, Pansy Parkinson across from him. She was telling him something, but he wasn't paying attention. In fact, it seemed as though he didn't even notice where he was. His eyes were glazed over as he stared off to space, with a dreamy look on his face. Harry smiled secretively before turning back to his friends.

"Okay... I'll tell you this much," Harry announced. Both leaned in close to him to hear. "We made up."

Harry left it to that, refusing to say a word more about the subject. Ron continued to bug him for details all through lunch and on the way to Potions. This was the first time Harry could remember being excited for the class. He walked behind Hermione and Ron, spotting Draco down the hall. He was standing alone, arms crossed, and leaning against the wall. Harry slowed down as they reached the classroom, keeping an eye on Draco. Draco stared intently at him, only glancing breifly to watch Ron and Hermione walk into the class room.

The moment they were out of sight, Draco grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him around the nearest corner. Harry's heart leaped in excitement as Draco pressed him against the wall and glanced around to make sure no one was watching. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but his words were cut off by a pair of soft lips pressing against his.

Harry moaned involuntarily, reaching up to cup Draco's face. Using his thumb, Harry traced the side of his face gently, causing shivers to speed down Draco's spine. Draco tightly wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him close. His lips kissed Harry's softly and gently. Feeling Draco's lips, being light as a feather, Harry felt his body melt, as he leaned into the wall for support.

"And where is our celebrity?" The sound of Snape's voice drifted around the corner. Draco and Harry froze, realizing they were late for class. They quickly darted back into the hall, straightening themselves. They both ran into the classroom, shocking everyone.

"Sorry, Professor Snape." Draco said, sliding into his seat. He glanced over at Harry, watching him sit down, before looking back up at Snape.

"I would advise both you and Mr. Potter to be on time." Snape drawled. You could tell he was dissapointed in having to discipline his favorite student, but Snape was not one to let loose the rules of the school. "Fifty points from both houses."

A couple of Slytherins muttered a groan as Snape walked back to the front of the room. The class was filled with boring note taking and a yawn-filled time of potion creating. Even Draco was finding himself wandering off at times. Most of which was spent checking out Harry's arse.

"Where did Harry go?" Hermione asked, as her and Ron headed for the Great Hall for lunch. Ron shrugged and opened the door for her. Down the hall, Harry watched them enter the Great Hall. Smiling to himself, he turned to go on his way. To his suprise, he came face to face with a pale blonde. Harry jumped slightly, but smiled warmly at Draco.

"Hey, sexy." Draco whispered, before wraping his arm around Harry's waste and pulling him through a nearby door. The room was dark, and only a small amount of light came from the bottom of the now closed door. Harry stood still, trying to see in the room. He felt a hand press him against the wall. A soft scent drifted to his nose, driving him mad as Draco's face inched closer.

"Mmm, Draco. You sure are different now." Harry murmered. Draco smiled in the dark.

"You'll soon discover, Malfoy's are very passionate when it comes to love." He whispered softly.

"Love?" Harry repeated. He didnt' let Draco respond, his lips pressing against Draco's in a feverish passion. Draco grunted in response and kissed him back. Draco held him close, his arms encircling his waist. Their lips pressed to each other softly. Draco slowly kissed Harry harder, causing the shorter boy to let out a moan.

Draco gently dragged his tongue across Harry's lower lip. Harry's mouth automatically opened slightly, allowing Draco to slip his tongue inside. A shiver ran down Harry's spine as Draco's tongue slowly slid against his, massaging it gently. Another moan escaped his lips, as he opened his mouth wider, meeting Draco's tongue with his own.

Draco's hands gripped the back of Harry's shirt as the kiss became deeper and more passionate. Draco's tongue dove in and out of Harry's mouth, exploring it's caverns and massaging his tongue. Harry placed his hands one the back of Draco's neck, pulling him a close as possible. Harry's fingers lingered up into Draco's hair, getting tangled into the blonde tresses.

The sound of a passing crowd broke Harry from his state of mind. Eyes glazed over, he pulled back from Draco. "I.. I think lunch is over."

"Mmhu." The sound escaped Draco's mouth, before he reached up and cupped Harry's face and kissed him again. Harry let out a small moan and melted into the kiss. Draco grazed his tongue across Harry's lips again, before another sound made Harry pull away.

"Oh God, soemone's at the door." Harry whispered frantically. Draco's eyes widened in shock. He grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him farther into the room. Not very far, though. It seems the room they had chose was the broom closet, and very little room was available. Draco gripped Harry's hand and cringed as voice and footsteps were heard right by the door.

"Mr. Weasley!" Madam Hooch's voice eclaimed. "I do not want to hear that kind of language!"

"Sorry, Madam Hooch!" Ron Weasley's voice replied. Madam Hooch muttered to herself as she stepped closer to the door. Draco and Harry watched in horror as she started to turn the knob.

"Ah, Madam Hooch, there you are!" Professor McGonogal's voice greeted. Madam Hooch removed her hand from the door, much to Harry and Draco's relief. They stayed where they were, not moving, until they heard the sound of the teachers' footsteps move on down the hall.

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A question, my little readers! ^.~ Who do you want to find out about the relationship first? It could be ANYONE! McGonogal perhaps? Maybe Fred and George Weasley? OR *gasp* Professor Snape?!?! Just give me your ideas!