It was one of those days. You know the kind. The kind where the sun shines and everything lights up in a magnificent show of colors. The kind where you can lie on your back and watch the white clouds play tag with your imagination. Yeah, one of those springtime days, and the students of Hogwarts were enjoying themselves.
All classes were canceled, all but one anyway. Herbology was the only one that wasn't. It was just Gryffindor's luck to have Herbology with the Slytherins, and boy, did the students complain.
Sitting outside, and enjoying their freedom before their class, was the 'Hogwarts Trio', Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald (Ron) Weasley.
"Do you guys just wanna skip class," Ron asked, shifting his position on the stone steps.
"You're not serious, Ron? What if Sprout teaches something that's going to be on the exam? We'll all miss it," said Hermione.
Ron just smiled at Hermione as he eyed the opening door. "Uh-oh," Ron said, as he rolled his eyes. "We have company."
Draco stepped out into the light, glaring daggers at Ron and almost stepping on Harry's hand in the process.
"Wow," Ron started in a faux-surprised manner, "they let you out of the dungeons!"
Draco narrowed his eyes at Ron before turning to Harry. "Can I talk to you," he shoots a glance at Ron and Hermione. "Privately?"
Harry looks at the other two. He shrugs then stands up.
Draco goes down the steps and Harry follows as they start down the path toward the lake.
Once out of earshot of the others, Draco spoke. "You haven't told them?"
"What? That we've become friends? No, but I think Hermione knows anyway."
"And Weasley?"
"Suspects something."
They walk in silence to the lake, both locked in by their own thoughts.
Once at the lake, Draco picks up a stone and tosses it, making the stone skip three times across the water's surface before sinking. Harry chooses a stone and lets it loose.
"There's something I have to tell you," said Draco, as he watches Harry's stone skip across the water.
"I'm listening."
"I like boys."
"So?"
Draco shakes his head. "You don't get it, do you? I like boys the way Father says I should like girls, Potter."
". . ."
Draco turns away. "I knew I should've kept that to myself. Go ahead and run back to Weasley and Granger, and we can forget I ever said anything."
"Malfoy-"
"Forget it." Draco turns and begins to walk back to the castle.
Harry reaches out and grabs Draco's arm. "What if I don't want to forget, Draco? What if I tell you that I'm the same way?" He stops for a second, then continues, a bit softer. "What if I tell you, that when I offered you friendship, I wanted us to be more?"
Draco turns to Harry. "What?"
Harry smirks, then closes the two inch gap between them, settling his lips firmly upon Draco's.
Ending the kiss, Harry pulls back, smiling slightly.
Draco quirks an eyebrow. "Now how the Hell do we explain to everyone else?"
Harry shrugs. "Right now, I don't care," he says, moving in to recapture Draco's lips.
Closing his eyes, Draco smiles slightly against Harry's lips as a song from one of Harry's CDs runs through his head. 'You went and saved the best for last . . .'