chapter 8 is here! please review! if you have any suggestions for my next chapter, i'd be more than happy to hear them
Halloween was soon approaching. Conveniently, so was Harry and Draco's first month anniversery; which just happened to be the 31st of October. Halloween this year fell on a Friday, and the students would get out of class early just for the heck of it. For now, though, it was Monday, and they would all have to endure the week leading to Friday.
Everybody was used to seeing Harry and Draco together, even if many people didn't like it. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor? Even worse, Potter and Malfoy? What was this world coming to?
Ron wasn't taking it quite as well as Hermione. Must have been a girl thing. Both were semi-happy that Harry was happy, though, and that's what really mattered.
The week seemed to just drawl by, going ever so slowly. Nothing interesting rarely happened, except for Harry and Draco's midnight rendezvous. The young men were becoming attatched to each other, realizing that, once they got to know each other, and finding out they have common interests.
Friday seemed to go extremely slow. With only four periods that day, all the kids were so wound up that the teachers were having trouble teaching their class. Good thing Potions wasn't one of their fourth period classes, or Snape might just go beserk.
Lunch was particularly interesting. "So, have any plans tonight, Harry?" Draco winked.
"None that I know of, dear. Why?" Harry asked.
Draco grinned, "You know, midnight rendezvous tonight... you up for it?"
"Gee... I don't know..." Harry paused and saw the bewildered look on his boyfriend's face, "I'm kidding! Dear, I will never turn you down!" he gave Draco a quick kiss.
Across the table from them, Ron and Hermione pretended not to notice Harry and Draco. They had become somewhat adjusted with Draco coming over to the Gryffindor table for lunch sometimes. As were they sometimes used to be being alone when Harry sometimes visited the Slytherin table. That was rare, though, because a lot more people hated him at the Slytherin table than people didn't like Draco at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione saw Chris on a regular basis, although she complained a lot about how utterly boring their times together were. She seemed to have her eyes set on some other guy in the school... Harry had a hint at who it was, but never said anything just in case. Ron however, just went about his usual business everyday. Harry had a hunch that Ron might have a thing for Hermione.
Their day continued after lunch, with free time to do whatever. Just about everyone went outside playing some wizard game or something. Harry and Draco, however, weren't playing a game. They were taking a leisurely walk around the school grounds, admiring the fall beauty of the trees, whose leaves were turning red, orange, and brown.
Hand in hand, their fingers intertwined, they stopped at one of the larger trees, but smaller than the willow tree. Around the tree lie a blanket, a sort of picnic-y scene, without all of the food.
Dusk was setting as Draco sat down, pulling Harry down on top of him. Harry fixed himself so that he was laying next to his blonde boyfriend, and his read resting on Draco's chest. He could feel Draco's calm breathing, hear his heartbeat, smell the cologne he started using ever since Harry commented on it, and he could feel the softness of Draco's hand caressing his own chest.
A lot of their time was spent hanging around, and exchanging stories from their past, (most of Harry's coming from the Dursley's). Lying under the tree, with the sun setting, it was much more of a romantic change.
"I love Autumn, it's so beautiful..." Draco said as he laced his fingers through Harry's.
Harry smiled as he cuddled closer, "Just like you, my dear."
Draco chuckled, "You're so sweet, you know that? And that makes you adorable. "
Harry turned his head so that he could see his boyfriend's face, "To be quite frank, though, I never thought this would work. I always thought that I was just crazy, and I was lusting after you. I'm so glad I got to know you," he smiled.
"So true, Sweets. That's how I felt too. It's quite amazing, though. I like it," he smiled back.
Just about as they were about to drift off to sleep, someone came up behind them, "Get a room, you two!" bellowed a cold voice.
Harry jumped when he heard the voice. Half sitting up, he turned around only to find his favourite person, Professor Snape.
"Hello, Professor," Draco said innocently.
"Hello, Malfoy. Having a nice rest, are you?" he sneered.
Harry yawned, "We were."
"Well, if you're that tired, why don't you just skip the dinner tonight and head straight to bed?" Snaped said and walked off.
"He's such a bastard!" Draco muttered. "I guess we should go to the dinner, though... I'm hungry."
"So am I," Harry's stomach gave a growl. The two stood up and took each others hand, and laughed, walking to the Great Hall.
Dinner that night was very awkward. Ron and Hermione seemed to be just a tad bit too close, and Dumbledore just told them all to have a good dinner.
Just as Harry was shoving a piece of pumpkin pie into his mouth, Hermione spoke up, "Harry, I have something to tell you..."
Ron went red, and looked very odd, "Me and Hermione are, er... going steady," he confessed.
Draco almost choked on what he was eating, "What!" he and Harry both said.
Contrast to what Ron looked like before, he was now smiling greatly, he and Hermione both. They raised their arms, and showed Harry their hands, which were linked together.
"Congratulations, Weasel..." Draco said sarcastically.
"Thank you," Hermione said.
The rest of the night, no one really said anything. Harry and Draco had their own conversations as did Ron and Hermione. Harry was truly happy for Ron. As long as Ron was happy, and figure out his past confusion, Harry was ecstatic for them both. They could all even go on double dates if they preferred... that wasn't likely to happen though. That's not necessarily a bad thing, either.