Author's Note:

Hey! Look, I'm finally updating! I know it's taken me forever… Now, I finished reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix yesterday, so unfortunately, this chapter may contain a few minor spoilers of hints thereof. There's nothing very big, though, and I think this chapter is still safe to read; I'm not giving away that much. And; Yay! It's summer! The holidays have started! I'm so happy!

Disclaimer: I did not write the Harry Potter books; the wonderful Joanne Kathleen Rowling did, and all characters, names and places in this story are © J.K. Rowling, and Bloomsbury.

Now, here goes chapter three!

Chapter Three:

Draco opened his eyes and lay staring at the green velvet drapes of his four-poster bed. He'd had such a wonderful dream… It was about him and Potter, and they'd kissed, and Potter had told him to call him Harry. Harry… It rolled off his tongue so easily.

He turned over in his bed, and froze as he noticed what had awoken him. On the pillow next to him sat a snowy owl, and tied to its foot was a letter. Draco sat up and untied it, curious of who'd send him a letter. It was only a short note, but reading it sent a jolt through his stomach.

DM

Library, as soon as everyone's left for Hogsmade.

HP

HP… Could it be that it hadn't been a dream after all? HP, Harry Potter – the initials were the same. He looked at the owl. She was very pretty, and he'd seen her before… Yes, hadn't he seen her dropping off letters for Harry at the Gryffindor-table in the past? He grinned.

"Give him my regards," he said to the owl, stroking her white feathers gently. She hooted with pleasure, before taking off.

Draco lay back in his bed and stared at the ceiling. He was… happy. Yes, happy. Draco had never been truly happy before. He'd often watched Harry at a distance, and when he saw him laugh, or smile, this surge would go through him. Was that happiness? Draco Malfoy seldom smiled. Not genuinely, anyway. He smirked most of the time, and sometimes he'd grin. But he never really smiled. However, now he smiled. He smiled because he was thinking of Harry, and Harry was probably thinking of him too. He almost wanted to giggle, which was very strange, because who ever heard a male member of the Malfoy family giggle?

It had yet to strike Draco how unrealistic this whole thing was. The boy that he'd somehow managed to fall in love with was the Boy Who Lived. He was number one the Dark Lord's most wanted list. But as I said, this had yet to strike the blonde Slytherin, and Draco was at the moment blissfully happy about meeting his Harry that day in the library.

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When Draco arrived in the Great Hall that morning and spotted the Gryffindor of his dreams, he almost couldn't stop the grin that threatened to spread across his face. When Harry turned his head and saw him, the flicker of a smile brushed across his features. Draco did his best to turn the grin to a smirk, but couldn't help but wink at Harry, to let him know he'd received the note. This time Harry really did smile, before turning back to his breakfast. Draco sat so he could watch him eat.

"Harry," said Ron, looking uneasily over his best friend's shoulder. "Malfoy's been staring at you ever since he entered the hall…" He tried to catch Harry's eye. "Why is he staring at you like that?"

"Well," said Harry, unsure of how to go about this. He couldn't exactly tell them what had happened. Especially Ron! But he had never been able to lie properly to his two best friends. "I had a run-inn with him in the library yesterday…"

"Well, that explains it," said Hermione, nibbling on a piece of toast. "Don't mind the stuff he says, Harry. He's such a git!"

"That Malfoy is a pain, isn't he, Harry?" said Colin Creevy from where he was sitting next to Ginny Weasley. Harry nodded in agreement. This had worked out exactly the way he'd wanted it to. They all believed he and Draco had been in yet another argument, putting Draco in a particularly foul mood because he lost. Perfect. Harry turned his head slightly and met Draco's eyes. The blonde lowered his gaze at this, and Harry noticed a pink tinge on his pale cheeks. He almost laughed, but turned back to his friends quickly.

"So, what are we doing in Hogsmade today?" asked Ron.

"I need to get some new quills and parchment," said Hermione. Ron rolled his eyes at his girlfriend and turned to Harry.

"You have anything you need to do, mate?" he asked.

"I have to stay behind, I think…" said Harry. "I still haven't finished that essay."

"Harry!" said Hermione, shocked. "You're still not done? You've had weeks! I finished it ages ago! Even Ron's done."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Ron, frowning. Hermione chose to ignore him.

"Weren't you supposed to finish it yesterday?" she asked. "When you left Hogsmade?"

"Yeah, well, I was a bit preoccupied, 'Mione!" said Harry. "I told you I ran into Malfoy. I sort of forgot about the essay after that…"

"Sorry," said Hermione, smiling apologetically. "Well, it's good you're actually staying behind to do it. I know a certain other seventeen-year-old who'd never – "

"Shut up, 'Mione!" Ron growled. Hermione giggled.

"Oh, but you're so cute when you're mad!" she said jokingly.

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Harry entered the library. It was empty, just as he'd expected it to be. All students third year and above were in Hogsmade, and the ones who were younger weren't about to spend their Sunday in the library studying. Even Madam Pince wasn't there at the moment. He cleared his throat as he entered.

"Er… Malfoy?" he whispered. Then he kicked himself mentally. He shouldn't call him Malfoy! They were on a first-name basis now! "Draco?" he said, a bit louder.

"Over here!" whispered a voice from behind one of the bookshelves. Harry smiled, and went towards the source of the voice. Once there, he saw the sweetest sight in the world. There was Draco Malfoy, sitting on a table resting his feet on a chair. His hair was delightfully messy; he obviously hadn't bothered fixing it the way he usually did. Harry smiled. It was nicer this way.

"It's about time," said Draco cockily, getting off the table. "I've been waiting here for ages!"

"I had to say goodbye to Ron and Hermione," said Harry. He took a few steps closer to the Silver Prince, and was delighted when Draco's smirk was replaced with a smile. More certain of himself now, Harry leaned in and kissed the Slytherin softly. Draco's lips parted and allowed Harry's tongue access to his mouth. Draco sat down in a chair, and Harry sat in his lap, continuously kissing his lips and neck. Draco delighted in the sensation of being kissed this way, with such love and passion. He'd never felt anything like it before. It was heaven!

"Harry…" he moaned. "Harry, that feels good!" Harry smiled.

"Are you happy, Draco?" he asked.

"Yeah," replied the boy under him. "Yeah, I'm happy…"

"That's good," said Harry. He stopped kissing him for a moment and looked into his eyes, brushing some of the blonde hair out of Draco's eyes. "You look good with your hair like this," he continued. "Keep it like this more often." Draco nodded. He could do anything for this boy. Anything he ever wanted.

"Okay," he said meekly. Harry smiled.

"You're very beautiful," said Harry. "I want you to remember that."

"Okay," said Draco again. What was it about this Gryffindor that made him go so weak? That made him want to answer to his every command and let him have complete and absolute power? It was wrong somehow… He was Draco Malfoy. Malfoys are always in charge; they always come out on top. And yet, here was Harry Potter, a normal common boy with a lightning-bolt scar, and he was the one in charge. He held all the cards it seemed.

But right then, none of this bothered Draco. He was with Harry. Harry was the most perfect being in the universe. If anyone were to hurt his Harry, he'd hunt them down and kill them in their sleep. Right now, though, he was comfortable just sitting here, being kissed by Harry and knowing how wonderful it felt to be loved. And Harry really seemed to know what he was doing.

"Harry?" asked Draco suddenly.

"Hm?" said Harry, once again pulling away to look into Draco's eyes.

"How many people have you been with?"

"Me?" Harry frowned a bit. "No one, really," he said. "Well, except for that one date I had with Cho Chang in fifth year… And we only kissed once."

"Then how do you know just what to do?" asked Draco. Harry laughed.

"I just do what I know I would've liked," he said. "Why d'you ask, anyway? Mr. I-Have-A-New-Girlfriend-Every-Week!"

"I dunno," said Draco. "I was just wondering, I guess." Pause. "And they're not my girlfriends," he continued after a while. "They're just girls that follow me around everywhere. Like Parkinson. I hate Parkinson; she's such a bitch…" Harry laughed again.

"Well, at least you know people like you," he said.

"They don't like me," said Draco. "They think I'm sexy, and they think I'm cool, and they know my name and respect me. And, man do they want me! But none of them like me. They like my cute arse…"

"Well, then, at least you know how good you look yourself," laughed Harry. "You're immensely arrogant. That's so cute!" Draco raised an eyebrow, before he laughed along with him. Then he put his arms around the raven-haired boy and held him close.

"So, you really are happy, then?" asked Harry after a while. Draco nodded.

"Yeah, I've never been this happy before," he said. "Mind you I don't think I've ever been happy, period…"

"Really?" said Harry. "You've never been happy before?"

"Not really, no," Draco sighed. "I haven't been happy, cause I haven't had anyone to be happy with. Sure, I've felt similar feelings to happiness – I've been content with my life and stuff – but I've never been happy the way I am now."

Harry frowned. To think there were actually people who'd never been happy… Harry himself had been miserable enough many times, but he'd been happy too. What would his life be like if he was never ever happy? He'd probably die of depression. Maybe he'd commit suicide, even. It would be quite easy to jump off the top of the astronomy tower…

But Harry wasn't miserable or depressed. He was happy, too. He was probably more happy than he'd ever been in his whole life. Well, except for that blissful half-hour in third year, when he thought he'd get to move away from the Durslys and move in with his godfather Sirius.

Thinking of Sirius, however, sent a jolt of pain through his chest. He wouldn't think of him. Not now, when he was so happy…

"Oh, no!" said Harry, all of a sudden. "I have to do my Transfiguration essay! If I haven't done it when 'Mione gets back, she'll get suspicious…"

"You can copy off me!" said Draco hurriedly. "I finished that essay a long time ago…"

"Oh, okay," said Harry, once again relaxing in Draco's lap. He snuggled up against his chest, breathing in his scent.

"You want to take a bath?" said Draco after a few moments.

"Um… okay," said Harry. They stood up, and Draco led him to the prefects' bathroom. There they stayed all day…

Author's Note:

Nice hinting at the end, ne? "There they stayed all day…" What is it about Yaoi that makes me all tingly inside…? ^____^ Well, the relationship is going great, don't you think? God, I love my boys… Well, technically they're not mine; if you want MY boys, you'll have to go to fictionpress.com. There you can read about MY boys! ^_^ Anyway, next chapter will be a lot more angstish. I'm planning on making a HUGE fight some time soon, Not in next chapter, though. Just tension there…

Anyway, here're the review replies (underlined = signed, italic = anonymous):

AutumnWolf_86: Thanks for liking the story! Yeah, I agree. There's lots of Linkin Park that really relate to the Harry Potter characters… Easier to Run is also sort of Draco-ish, I think… But that relates to Harry as well, even if Harry's a brave Gryffindor and so would never run away. You're not nuts, no. But, of course, I don't know that; I don't know you, so for all I know you could be… ^_^ Yeah, I agree! LINKIN PARK RULES!

babyphoenix: Aw! You love me? ^___^ I'm sorry the update's taken so long… I've had a really huge writer's block. Glad I managed to finish this one. I'm happy you like this story, really happy. Hope you like this chapter as much as the others. This fic prolly won't be very long, though… Just a few chapters. Like I said, hope you like this chapter, and could you PLEASE update Melt soon? PLEASE?! I SO want to read more! And my arm was in a cast cause I proke it. I fell off my… Don't remember what it's called in English, but I fell off it. ^_^

Just A Bit Potty: *helps you up* You okay??? You really should watch it with those exclamation marks… Dangerous thing, y'know, exclamation marks. Anyway, I'm really glad you liked my story! Bit disappointed that you haven't updated A Wet Tale, though… Course, I shouldn't say anything. I have no right to say a word to you about not updating your story after taking ages with my own. See? More kissing! Lots, lots more! And more angst in the next chapter! ^______^

Strawberry-Sauce: Hey, babe! Thanks for reviewing again! Luv ya! ^____^

Writer's Block.damn: What the hell happened to all your stuff??? I just went to read the stuff I haven't had time to read in Screaming Down the Halls, and it was gone, including everything else you write, and your bio! This also means my description of Jo C. Rock has disappeared from my review history… D'you still have it? In which case, could you send it to me??? Anyway: thanks for liking the story. I'll be updating my other story, too, but it might take a while. I might just have to change a few of my plans for it, after having read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix… Don't worry, though, it's coming! ^_^

frizzy: OMG! I can't believe you actually found time to read my story! After all the reviews you've receive for Magnetic Attraction, you really do read mine? ^___^ I feel so touched! …. Okay, that was lame… Anyway, thanks for liking! That means pretty much to me, as you are such a magnificent writer yourself. And see? I did some stuff out of Harry's point of view. But as this story isn't so much about being together as wanting to break away, it has to be pretty quick. Hope you still like it, though!

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So, yeah, this was the third chapter, and I'll leave you to telling me what you think about it now; like, dislike, hate, whatever… Click the little blue button and post a review!

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