Righty, almost all the people that asked for their names to be in the story are in this chapter. If you don't like how I used you name, I can repost it changed. Sorry it took so long, but I've been working on this, shit, never mind, I hate when authors give excuses. Only a few more chapters left. Ta-ta, must go read Briana's fic. Eeehehe, I took a quiz, it said my best hp paring is Snape and Draco, blood lust, OR Draco Ron enemy and supporter collide, which is funny, because I've been reading fics on other sites about them both.

Yes, the first sentence in this is the last in the other, it isn't a typo, it continues the story.

He broke off the kiss, and went running down the spiral stairs as fast as he could.

He went into the common room, and hoped he could find Ron, with his blustery streak of passion, he would know what to do in a love and passion situation. Or Hermione, with her wealth of knowledge, she might know why he had ran, and could tell him logically how to make things ok again. Or even Andrew, who he wasn't close to, but who was also gay, the only other gay Gryffindor he knew of, and hopefully he had gone through some of the things Harry was feeling.

However, he had forgotten one thing. Peeves earlier that day had pulled a prank on a substitute teacher, and he had embarrassed her in front of the class. For the rest of the day, she had assigned heavy heavy homework to everyone. So, most of the Gryffindors were in the library finding books for various essays. Hey, that was an idea, maybe he could go talk to Madame Pince, she had treated Harry wonderfully, and she might introduce him to the other gay people. After all, there was supposed to be a gay and lesbian support group. Surely someone would know what he was feeling, and how it could go away.

He was about to leave the room, and go talk to her, when someone pulled on his arm, and stopped him from leaving. He whirled around.

"Harry."

"Seamus."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, why?" He didn't want to take any sort of relationship advice from Seamus, who was a great guy, but a bit of a slut, he had mostly one night stands. Harry was trying for a relationship with Draco, a long, meaningful one.

"Because you have that, you-just-broke-up-with-Thisbe-only-to-realize-a-day-later-she-was-the-best-thing-that-ever-happened-to-you-and-you-would-never-get-another-one-like-her look on your face. Please tell me you didn't break up with him. He sang to you, he gave you flowers, he took you on a picnic, and he's obviously a good kisser. You would not have done something that stupid, would you?"

"You don't know everything Seamus, you think you know all kinds of things about love, but you don't you really don't."

"Why, because you want to be with Draco forever? Well, I felt the same thing for Thisbe, then I did something stupid, and she treated me differently afterwards, and it annoyed me, so I broke up with her. Then, a bit too late, I realised I shouldn't have. So, what did you do, did you cheat on him with Goyle or something?"

"That's not funny."

"Was I laughing? I normally laugh a lot, you know that. That's what Seamus Finnigan is about, laughter and sex. Well, I'm being serious right now, ok? I don't even know what you did, but tell him how sorry you are, beg him for forgiveness, and do it immediately. Immediately. If you do, he won't treat you differently, and you wont go the same route we did. Sure Cheryl and Teresa and Kalie and Lisa and everyone else were wonderful, they were all great people, but they weren't Thisbe. And Terry Boot or Andrew isn't Draco, so make sure you fix this now."

Harry just stood there. He knew Seamus was right, he didn't want this to lead to them breaking up, but he didn't know what to do about it.

"Go!"

And with a push by a good friend, Harry ran out the portrait, and went to go find Draco. he hoped he was still at the north tower.

Unfortunatly, he wasn't, and Harry stalked the halls for a bit, but he couldn't find Draco, or Greg or Vincent who might tell him where Draco was.

Harry rushed over to the Slytherin table the next morning. "I'm so stupid, can you forgive me?"

"Of course. But, we have to talk. Not now, not with everyone here."

"We can leave, we can go to- well, to where we usually go." Harry didn't say it out loud because he didn't want anyone to spy on them.

"No. Harry, I have to think. We have to talk. I need to think about where this is going to go, and it can't be rushed, ok? I'll see you after classes, in our normal place."

He walked back to the Gryffindor table. "I have a question." he asked the table in general.

Hermione immediately turned her head, as she was used to answering all questions. Ron looked at him, because he was a friend, and the other 7th year boys did, because they knew Harry well enough to know he was worried, though he wouldn't say it.

"What's the question, Harry?"

"What does 'we have to talk' mean?"

Everyone in the general vicinity that had ever been in a relationship winced. No one wanted to answer him because no one wanted to depress him, but the longer everyone waited, the more worried he was.

Seamus finally broke the silence with "That's usually not good."

"It isn't?" he groaned.

"That's what Thisbe said, that we had to talk."

"Ah, damn it."

Harry went through the rest of the day, worried. He asked more then one person if having to talk was bad, and they all said yes.

He didn't, he couldn't look over at Draco in transfiguration, he was too scared. It was funny, he mused, that he was one of the only people that weren't scared by the most evil person in the Wizarding world, but something that everyone went through, love, scared him.

He looked up at the charcol eyed boy at lunch, but the boy looked away. Later, a letter came for him. The owl flew through the divination window, and dropped it at Harry's feet, before flying out. It let out a mournful hoot, and Professor Treelawny fell on that like a Dudley on cake.

"Class, did you know if a snowy owl cries as it's giving it's owner a letter, that means the owner will face great misfourtune?"

"Ohhhh!" lavender squealed. "The owl that just came in the window was a snowy owl!"

"Was it Miss Brown? I didn't have a chance to see."

"The hell she didn't." Ron muttered. "Like she would just say that, out of the blue. If it had been a different type, it would have been that kind to be a bad omen. If it had flown to another person, she wouldn't have said it. Don't worry Harry, she's a crazy hag."

But Harry wasn't so sure. Who else sent letters in the middle of the day to him but Draco? And didn't everyone around him confirm needing to talk was a bad thing? And if this was Draco's way of talking to Harry, it was bound to be a bad thing. Maybe she was right every once in awhile.

Harry, my love

You have no idea how much what you did last night hurt me. I was sure what I felt for you, you felt for me, but I now know that's not true. When I tried to show you my love for you, and you ran away, it felt like you ripped out my heart, and stuck it in your pocket. The only way I can get it back, and feel happy, instead of this hurt, this agony, is to be close to you again. Feel the warmth of your lips on mine, feel your smooth skin border on mine. However, you have made it abundantly clear you don't want that.

So, go ahead. Keep my heart, and let my soul be hacked to bits. Did you decide you liked Ginny or Colin better? I happen to know for a fact, they both hate me, and they both are head over heels for you. So, if you're with one of them, you can discuss how bad of a person I am.

However, this doesn't mean I don't like you. I will still forever be;

Your Faithful Watcher.

Oh my gosh, he thinks I don't care about him! This is exactly what Seamus said would happen! Harry thought.

Before he knew what he was doing, he stood up, and ran out of the room.

"Oi, Harry, where are you going?" Ron asked.

"To make things right!"

He could vaguely hear Treelawny explain to the others in class how people who go running from rooms yelling usually have short lives, and he could have laughed, if the situation with Draco wasn't so bad.

He darted up to his room, and got out the map.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Draco was in the muggle studies classroom, so Harry sprinted to that hallway, and burst through the door. It was full of muggle electronic equipment that shouldn't have worked at Hogwarts, like lap tops and televisions, and if Draco hadn't have been mad at him, he would have been interested to learn how they could still work.

There was a teacher at the head, describing the uses of the internet, but Harry didn't care. He found Draco at the back of the class, looking rather miserable, and wiped off all the scrolls on the table. He rested a hand on the table, and levered himself over it, to land in Draco's lap.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing?"

"Go back to your class. You are disturbing us." said the orange robed Muggle Studies teacher.

"In a minute." he leaned into Draco, and kissed him.

"What are you doing?"

"I didn't mean I didn't love you, I'm really sorry if that's what you thought. As soon as I got back to my common room, Seamus yelled at me, and told me to go find you. He knows me pretty well, I'd say. But you weren't in the place anymore."

"If you do love me, then how could you possibly think it right to run away from me?" he accused.

"Draco, no one has ever kissed me like that. And the way it felt scared me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have run, but I'm not used to feeling like that."

"I will tell you once more, get out of my class, or you'll get a detention."

"Stuff it, you old hag. Can't you see they're having a moment?" said a girl with a muggle ballpoint pen with a chunk of purple fuzz on a spring on its end.

"Detention, Charlotte."

Harry curled a bit onto Draco, he was in quite an uncomfortable position, he felt like he was going to fall off the boy's lap, but he didn't want to move. Draco wasn't mad at him anymore.

The girl sitting on Draco's left side grabbed Harry's feet and put them on her thigh. He was much more comfortable stretched out like that.

"Kiara, don't help the child. Push him off Mr Malfoy."

"I can't help it, they're so cute together."

"No, they are not, they should not be together, they are two boys, boys should not be together, you black haired boy, get out of my classroom."

Harry was stunned to realise a teacher actually didn't know who he was, then started to worry that he had too big of an ego, if this stunned him.

"Nuh uh, Professor." said a girl with her hair done in barrettes. She was sitting in front of one of the laptops.

"There are over seventy two thousand pages that popped up when I typed in gay boyfriends good. See, it's fine to be gay."

"Kori, go back to your seat. You blacked haired boy, go back to your class. Stop performing that unnaturalness, and leave my room.

"Shut your gob, you old bat." Harry said defensively. There was nothing unnatural about him, and he didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay on Draco's lap. Kiara rubbed his legs and gave him a thumbs up.

"What is your name?"

"Oh, he's the famous Harry Potter." said a girl with wavy brown hair.

"Well, the famous Harry Potter has a detention for not following my orders."

"Briana, you frickin wanker." all the girls in the room started to throw quills and bunched up pieces of parchment at her.

"What, I didn't know that's what Professor would do to him."

Harry got out of Draco's lap, and walked to the front of the room. "When and where?" he asked sharply.

"You have to clean the dungeon rooms for the next 2 days. Filch will show you which ones."

Harry walked calmly out of the room, and only when he was sure no one would see him, did he first punch the wall, then jump with glee. What a weird feeling, to be angry and happy at the same time. He didn't bother to go up to Divination, seeing as the class was almost over, and he didn't want to have to answer any awkward questions.

That night, after having to listen to Filch talking about how things were so much better in his day, when they actually got to use thumbscrews, he was finally led to a absolutely filthy room. Filch confiscated his wand, and told him to come back for it once he was done scrubbing.

Harry had started washing the walls, when he heard a coughing noise. He whirled around to see Draco standing in the doorway.

"Hey."

"Hi Draco. I don't want you to think I'm avoiding you, but I really have to wash these walls. Can I see you tomorrow instead?"

"Scorigify." Draco walked over to Harry, and with his tapered fingers resting on the boy's shoulders, said, "Now we can spend our night in a more productive way."

They began to kiss, and Draco opened Harry's mouth and stuck his tongue in. However, this time, Harry didn't run away, he just stood there, and leaned into Draco, and opening his mouth as wide as he could, so Draco could wreack his havoc on him. After a minute, Harry got so into it, that he returned the favour, and pushed his tongue against Draco's. Draco pulled his mouth from Harry's, lightly hit him on the butt, and said, "stop it, I'm running the show." he kissed Harry again, and Harry was fine with it, after all, he obviously knew much more, and he was better at it, so why shouldn't he control it?

They went on kissing for quite awhile, then Draco pushed Harry onto the floor. They went on kissing, then Draco ripped his mouth from Harry. He peppered kisses all over Harry's face, his forehead, his nose, his closed eyes, before scooting down Harry's body. He rapidly kissed all over Harry's hands, and tugged off Harry's shoes and socks, then kissed his feet.

"Take off your robe." he murmured.

Harry wanted to, really he did, but he couldn't let things go that far this early.

"I can't."

"I already told you, when we were going to the hotel. I will not do anything you don't want me to do, and even if you do want it, which I know you do, I can tell, you have that look on your face, if you say now, I'll go against my better judgement and stop. Now, take off your robes."

Harry struggled for a moment, trying to get them off while Draco wouldn't let him stand up. Finally it was off, and he looked to Draco, sure he was going to be happy.

Instead, the blonde boy frowned and said "You have got to be joking me."

"What?"

"You're wearing clothes under your robe."

"Um, yeah? Is there a problem?"

Without saying anything, Draco pounced on Harry. He kissed all over his bare arms, and his ankles, but didn't cross the boundaries of where his clothes were touching his body.

Harry quickly got the idea, Draco had decided to only kiss the areas that were bare, and there Harry was wearing jeans and a short sleeved shirt.

Sooner or later Draco looked up at the clock. He said "I guess that muggle saying is true."

"What?"

"Time flies when you're having fun. Well, it was fun for me, was it fun for you?"

"There are no words to describe how fun that was."

"Ah, I thought you were working on your vocabulary."

"I am, but I could say superlatives for the rest of the day, and it still wouldn't add up to enough to tell you how that was."

"Good to know. I'll remember you liked having pepper kisses."

He got up, and walked over to the door. "Wait." Harry called.

"Yes?"

"I have another detention tomorrow."

"I know."

"Are you going to come?"

"We'll see."

Harry got his wand back from Filch, and walked up to the common room.

"Ohhhh!" Seamus squealed.

"What?"

"You have the Crystal look, mixed with a bit of Shana."

"What are you on about?" Harry asked.

"Well, Crystal was quite creative-"

"Seamus, stop." Hermione interrupted.

"Harry started it, I have to explain, he wants me to."

"You're so vulgar.

"Look who's talking, you called Draco a jackass."

Hermione went to retort, only to shake her head, smile, and immerse herself in Advanced Charms; Brain Busting Challenges.

"So, anyway, Crystal was quite creative, and she did things I had never seen before. So, because you have a oh-my-gosh-that-was-unexpected-but-wonderful look on your face, the Crystal look, I'm assuming you did something fun."

"You could say that." Harry replied. Dean winced, he must have gotten a mental image, before going back to his homework.

"Also, Shana used to like to argue with me. However, afterwards her make up kisses were wonderful. Sometimes I started fights just so we could make up. You have a bit of that on your face too, so I take it he accepted your apology for last night.

"Please oh please do not tell us what you needed to apologise to him for that happened in the middle of the night." Dean commented.

"Dean, dearest." Seamus said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah Seamus."

"Kindly shut the hell up. Don't tell Harry not to discuss his sex life, he has the same rights I do to talk."

"Well, we all know you never stop talking."

"Actually Deanie, that's not true. Laqueta had a thing about silence, so whenever we hooked up, we had to be totally quiet and still while doing the deed. Nottacey, on the other hand, liked being noisy. Screaming in particular…, but I digress. That was a while ago. I have to go meet with Celerina." with a smirk, Seamus left the room, and soon after Harry went to bed.

Oh, naughty Seamus. I swear, he reminds me so much of my guy friends, I love writing his part. I hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review.