*These characters belong to Jo Rowling, the plot belongs to me. I'm at a bit of a writer's block as far as what this story is going to develop into. I'm open to suggestions. afireinside_hceb@hotmail.com Please review.*
Harry thought he knew what love was; he knew his parents loved him. And Hagrid, Ron, and Hermione; then there was his crush on Cho, but none of it compared to this. This was worship and worshipping. When he and Draco were together nothing else mattered. When they weren't all they could think about was when they would be again. Love was like this memory that was there all of the time, simple things reminded him of a touch or a kiss, or words they had shared. When they were together it was pure elation, they were the only people in the world, everything else sort of floated away.
Ron and Hermione, as well as several other Gryffindors, noticed the change in Harry. He seemed to float through everything. Something happened that made him so happy, nothing could change it. They knew Harry was in love. Of course they were all afraid to ask him, but they all wondered who.
"So, Harry," Ron eased into it, "did you and Cho get back together?" Harry looked at him with an expression that told Ron he hadn't.
"Okay, if not her, then who?" Hermione broke the silence, asking the question everyone had in mind.
"And why haven't you told me about her?" Ron playfully punched his friend on the arm. A smile played across Harry's lips, for two reasons. Harry had something that no one knew about; he had a secret from Ron and Hermione. And Ron had said her. What would he do if he knew it wasn't her he hadn't been told about, but him?
"I won't deny it, there is …someone."
"Yeah, I'll bet. Someone you've gotten real close to." Ron teased. Again Harry smiled, remembering the kisses.
It wasn't a surprise that Harry got mail, but he got the usual from Hedwig and he got something from a school owl as well. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny knew what it was right away; a note from Harry's someone. Harry unrolled it and read to himself: Meet me tonight, same place. At midnight. Bring the cloak.
Ron grabbed the note from Harry's hand and read it aloud. Hermione took it from Ron and examined the handwriting.
"Darn, it's too average. I can't tell who wrote it."
"That's the point you git." Hermione stuck her tongue out in response to Harry's remark.
Harry has Quidditch practice tonight, and he had planned on staying after so he took the cloak with him.
Draco watched the Gryffindors practice, concentrating mainly on Harry. He wasn't the only one watching Harry, Ron was keeping an eye on him too. Harry caught sight of Draco, their eyes met, they shared a smile. Harry wanted to go to him right there, but he knew Ron was watching him.
Ginny didn't really like Harry anymore, she was over that, but she still came to house practices to watch him play, he brother played too, but he wasn't as good as Harry. She saw Harry looking at something, smiling. But what? She followed his gaze to a thin blonde boy sitting on the ground. She let out a small gasp of surprise. They were staring at each other; both smiling in a secretive way that told her she had discovered something forbidden. I'm over reacting, they're friends, Harry said they are friends. She studied their movements and watched were they looked. She glanced at Ron, he was oblivious. Draco didn't take his eyes off Harry the entire time, and Harry kept glancing back at him. She knew she had found them out, but she had to be sure.
After practice Harry flew around and practiced diving a bit. He headed to the locker-room. Ginny watched, hidden where they couldn't see her. Everyone else had left, even Ron. Draco stood by the door waiting; he met Harry as he came out. Maybe I'm wrong, and they're just friends. I hope they're just friends. She knew that they weren't. Draco slipped his arm around Harry's waist, they stopped walking. Draco gently pushed Harry against the wall, their lips met. Even from where she was she could see the passion between them.
Harry closed his eyes as Draco's mouth closed over his. He opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, Draco held him against the wall, his hands holding Harry's arms. Harry didn't bother to free his arms, he gave in entirely. Draco pressed his body against Harry's, letting his arms go. Draco's arms hooked around Harry's neck, Harry's hands moved to Draco. One to hand moved to his neck, the other to his hip, pulling Draco tighter against him. Harry was overwhelmed, Draco had never done this before, he seemed so eager now. He knew things were about to change.
This obviously wasn't a first-time kiss; the two boys had defiantly shared many kisses and touches before. Ginny's eyes widened at the sight of them, she couldn't see well from where she was. They aren't really kissing; I'm not seeing it right from here. She moved, they were kissing. They were more than kissing, they were pressed against each other, she turned away, it was too much. She walked back to the common room, sorting out what she saw. Harry and Draco? They are…oh my gosh. Hermione was sitting up for Harry. When she saw Ginny come in, she got up. She watched her collapse onto the sofa, in a state of shock.
"Ginny?" Hermione followed her to the sofa, and sat down. Ginny squeaked, trying to speak but nothing came out.
"I-I k-know who H-Harry's seeing." Hermione took Ginny's hand trying to calm her. "I saw them, together." Ginny furrowed her eyebrows. "They were kissing and they were touching…" Her voice broke off.
"Who was he with Ginny?"
"I-I can't, it seems so wrong." What? Wrong…oh my gosh.
"Ginny? Harry? Was he with a-another," she stopped, she couldn't say it. She couldn't ask if Harry was with another boy. But Ginny knew what she was going to say. Her eyes got wide, remembering what she saw, she nodded.
"I can't say who though, it's too…"
"It's all right, I understand." Ginny regained control.
"We can't tell Ron, or anyone. It would ruin him; we can't let that happen to Harry." Ginny kept seeing it over and over. They headed up to the girls dormitory, Ron was coming out of his.
"Harry back yet?'
"No, Ron, he's still out." Ron had a loopy grin on his face. You don't know the half of it, Ron.
Harry and Draco pulled the invisibility cloak over them and headed towards the room they had used before. They entered the room and began to kiss before the cloak was off. Harry pulled Draco to the floor, still kissing him, sharing his eagerness now. Draco's hands untucked Harry's shirt and slid underneath it. Harry tightened his grip on Draco's waist. They went on like that for a while, but it slowed to deep kisses. Draco pulled away slowly, still in Harry's arms.
"Harry?" He watched the other boy's face.
"Hmm?"
"Should we tell? Other people I mean?" Harry was a bit surprised; he figured Draco wouldn't want this out.
"Do you think they'll want to know?" Draco laughed a little.
"Probably not. But I'm sick of waiting until the middle of the night to see you, to be around you."