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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, By Accident: The Date

Harry was waiting in the entrance hall when Draco showed up at a quarter past eight. "You're late," he said.

"I'm sorry, didn't know you were so punctual." Draco smirked.

"Come on," Harry said, opening the doors they walked onto the grounds.

"Where are we going?" Draco asked, casually slipping his hand into Harry's.

Harry glanced down at their clasped hands and smiled. "To dinner," he said. When they reached the lake, Harry led Draco to a picnic blanket with two candles in the middle. There were glasses of pumpkin juice, sandwiches, and brownies. "Have a seat," Harry said, letting go of Draco's hand and giving him a drink.

They sat and Draco took in the scene. Harry watched him in the candlelight. "You're a romantic, Potter."

Harry took a sip of his drink and looked at Draco, "It's Harry tonight." He said.

"You're a romantic...Harry," Draco whispered again before leaning in and kissing the Gryffindor.

Harry smiled into the kiss and Draco pulled him over so he was sitting on the blonde's lap. Then he ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Harry parted his lips and Draco deepened the kiss.

They pulled apart for air a few minutes later.

"We...should eat," Harry gasped out of breath as he ran his hand through Draco's hair the way he'd done earlier.

Draco shivered at Harry's touch, and then he smirked and pulled him in for another kiss. "Okay," he finally said, "We can eat."

Draco was leaning against a tree and Harry was sitting in between his legs looking at the stars later that night. They'd eaten and had another snogging fest, when they almost fell in the lake they decided to give it a rest.

"I never thought you to be like this Harry," Draco said. "Never thought you would be gay."

"No one does. They all expect me to be this super human who fights Voldemort and saves them all. They don't think about my personality...who I am. They only care about my abilities." Harry looked up at Draco, "How long have you...?"

"I was bi in 3rd and 4th year, then last year I lost all taste for girls. So now I'm just gay."

Harry nodded and snuggled into Draco's arms. "So how'd I do?"

"Hm?"

"You gave me a shot, no promises, how'd I do?"

"Oh..." Draco thought, "On a scale of one to ten? Eleven...you earned extra points for good kissing."

Harry laughed. "Something to be proud of I suppose." He leaned up and kissed Draco. "So what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do we do this again? Do we tell people? Do we hate each other during the day and snog in empty corridors at night?"

"I don't know Harry," Draco kissed the back of his neck. "We'll just see what happens. In the mean time we should get back to the castle."

Harry groaned, "Do we have to?" Reluctantly he stood, pulling Draco up after him. He wrapped his arms around the Slytherin and they kissed for the last time before Harry cleaned up and they headed back to the school.

"Goodnight," Draco whispered heading for the dungeons.

Harry smiled as he headed up to Gryffindor tower.

When he got to the common room it still had some people in it, he passed Colin Creevy on his way to the 6th year dorm.

"Hey Harry!" Colin called.

"Hi Colin," Harry mumbled. He noticed that Colin didn't have his camera. "No pictures today?" Harry smiled.

"Ha, ha...where've you been anyway?"

"Oh...no where just lost track of time, you know. Better get to bed. Night."

Colin watched Harry walk away, curious. "Something's up." he said to himself.

Harry made it up to the dorm and when he entered he saw Dean and Seamus playing a game of exploding snaps and Neville, Ginny, and Hermione sitting by the window talking.

"You know Harry," Hermione looked up when he closed the door, "I could give you detention for being out past nine." She smiled.

"But then I wouldn't be able to tell you what happened on my date." No one said anything for a minute.

"Well?" Ginny asked.

"I'm going to bed, night guys!" Harry jumped in his bead and pulled the cover up over his head.

"Hey!" the girls yelled.

Harry sat up, "Alright, alright, jeeze, and I thought you people had lives."

"We don't, now spill!" Hermione cried.

"Apparently I'm a good kisser," he started.

"Oh come on, you're the bloody 'boy who lived' your good at everything," Ginny whined, "Just tell us the rest!"

It was a little before 11 when Draco got back to his room. He pulled off his robes and changed into his pajamas. He lay down on the bed and pulled out his Potions homework.

Snape had assigned an essay the week before; it was due in the morning. Draco hadn't written a word of it. "What's the point?" he asked himself, "Snape would pass me either way."

He tossed the work to the floor and rolled over in bed, turning the lights out.

Of all people, he thought, of all the guys in the school, I take pity on the only one my father wouldn't approve of...and I start to actually like him...