Disclaimer: Again, they aren't mine. I'm just twisting them around for my own personal amusement.

A/N: ::sigh:: I'm having way too much fun writing this story! I've had a few reviews asking me if the previous chapter is the last, and let's just say I'm not anywhere near finished! Thanks again to Sailor Grape for being my beta!
Oh, sorry about the spacing. I know it's bad. is being a dick again. And thanks for the reviews! Please keep them coming! ;)

Baby, you're my angel, come and save me tonight

Several things happened at once at the sight of Harry and Draco's kiss. The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, Ron, Hermione, and Seamus being the loudest. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables gasped, gawked, and broke into excited chatter. Most of the Slytherin table was too shocked for words, save for Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. Goyle stood and began ambling in their direction, but Blaise, who couldn't stop smiling, blocked his way. Pansy shrieked like a banshee. At the teachers' table, not a word was uttered. They were all too busy trying to revive one Severus Snape, who had passed out cold.

"Out of the way, Zabini," Goyle growled, "I'm gonna kill them both."

"Knock it off, Goyle, you're going to leave them alone," Blaise countered with a sneer.

Crabbe collected himself and stood as well. "And what makes you think you're gonna do anything about it?"

Blaise turned to Crabbe. He had to think fast. He knew he couldn't keep the two of them at bay for long, but if they got past him, it wouldn't be pretty. "Because, Draco's up to something." Darting his eyes, he tried to look sneaky.

Draco and Harry pulled away from one another and pressed their foreheads together. Both oblivious to their surroundings, they smiled broadly. Draco spoke first. "So, how's that for your answer?"

Harry chuckled. "I don't know, I didn't quite get the message. You may have to repeat yourself."

Grabbing Harry's hand, Draco pulled him towards the door. "Let's get out of here." And without so much as a backward glance, the two boys scurried off, leaving the frenzy they had caused behind them.

Folding his arms, Goyle cocked his head and asked, "What do you mean? What's he up to?" His eyes followed the two figures out the door.

Blaise sighed. "He didn't want anyone to know, but he's, uh, luring Potter into a trap. Yes, you see, he'll get Potter to trust him, fall for him, and then he'll just take him to the Dark Lord. Just keep quiet, or you'll ruin everything."

Crabbe looked at Goyle. "Makes sense." He shrugged.

Goyle agreed. "You're right. I guess we shoulda known. That would explain the thing with the dragon."

"Right, right, the dragon," Blaise nodded quickly. "Just remember, it's all an ambush."

"It's a what?" Goyle blinked.

"Oh, never mind. Just keep your mouth shut, ok? And will you please do something about that?" Blaise jerked his head in Pansy's direction, who hadn't stopped screaming.

"Oh, um, sure," Goyle replied. The two turned and made their way to Pansy. Blaise had to turn his head to hide his laugh as Goyle hit her on top of the head with a closed fist. She hit the floor, lights out.

Blaise let out a long breath and sat down. Draco and Harry could take care of themselves, that he didn't worry about. But he didn't want this moment ruined for the two of them. He actually did Crabbe and Goyle a favor. Draco alone would have cursed them to ashes. Blaise smiled to himself. This was going to be very interesting, indeed.

Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table, everyone chattered excitedly. "Oh. My. Godric! Can you believe it, Ron?" Hermione squealed. "He kissed him in front of the entire school! That was- it was-"

"It was bloody brilliant! I didn't think I'd be able to handle the idea of Harry with Malfoy, but did you see Harry's face?" Ron couldn't stop smiling. "It made it worth it!"

"Just as long as Malfoy doesn't bugger things up," Seamus added. "I just hope Harry doesn't get hurt."

Hermione stared at the door as though the two would reappear. "Well, I think Harry is able to take care of himself. Besides, that's what we're here for. If something happens, we'll be there to pick up the pieces. That's what friends do."

Ron snorted. "And to break Malfoy into pieces if he does hurt him."

"Well, yes, that too," she replied. Seamus nodded his agreement.

"Hey," Ginny tapped Hermione on the shoulder, "look at Snape!"

"Severus? Severus? Stand back everyone, let him breathe. Severus, can you hear me?" Professor Dumbledore waved his hand. "Enervate!"

Snape's eyes snapped open and he sprang to a sitting position. "What the bloody hell just happened?" His eyes darted around to see his fellow professors standing over him. "That wasn't a nightmare, was it?" he asked blandly.

"No, I'm afraid not. We've all just witnessed a rather. . . odd turn of events." Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. "However, if this works out, it could--" The thud of Snape's head hitting the floor interrupted his thoughts. Dumbledore sighed. "Just leave him there, I suppose. I'll take him to Poppy in a moment."

"What are we going to do, Albus?" Professor McGonagall inquired.

"'Do', Minerva? Why should we do anything? I certainly see nothing wrong, and neither should you." Dumbledore kept his gaze fixed on Snape. "I think at the moment I should see Severus off to the infirmary. Oh, I do hope he'll be able to make his classes on Monday. He'll be even crankier if he wakes up and finds that we had to use a substitute." With another wave of his hand, Snape floated from the floor, and Dumbledore followed the unconscious professor's body to the infirmary.

Professor McGonagall stared worriedly at the Hall doors, where the two boys had exited. "Oh, dear," she sighed, shaking her head. "I don't like the looks of this."

Harry and Draco walked silently around the lake. The rush of what they'd done in the Hall had worn off, and they both didn't quite know what to say to each other now. Harry shivered and hunched his shoulders as a chilly September breeze stirred the air. Unsure of what to do, Draco raised his arm behind Harry, then quickly dropped it. Harry glanced at him out of the corners of his eyes, then shivered a little more for effect. Draco took the bait and threw his arm over Harry's shoulders, squeezing a little.

Harry let out a breath and leaned into the half-embrace. He could feel Draco's body relax as well, and wondered if Draco felt as odd and surprisingly comfortable as he did.

Finally, Draco broke the silence. "Would you like to sit down somewhere?" he asked rather timidly, a trait quite foreign to him.

"Um, sure," Harry responded, just as timidly.

They neared the tree where both had sat just a week before, separately, each pondering their feelings for the other. "How about there?" Draco asked.

"Sure," Harry repeated. 'Christ, Potter, you sure have a way with words.'

They both sat in the shade of the tree and a few more moments passed before either said a word.

"So," Draco started.

"So," Harry replied, mentally smacking himself in the forehead. Could he think of nothing original to say? "What about your father?" he blurted. Another mental smack.

"He's fine," Draco said.

'Dolt, he wasn't asking how he is!' Oh, now was a bloody wonderful time for that stupid voice to make its appearance. "No, that's not what I mean. I mean, believe it or not, he actually approves of this. Of us. This whole--" he gestured wildly-- "thing."

'Bloody smooth, Malfoy.' Draco growled inwardly.

"Really? Well, that's good." Harry nodded and stared out over the lake, releasing a breath.

The two boys sat uncomfortably for a few more moments, neither knowing what to do next. Then--

"Now what?" they both asked at the same time, turning to each other. That broke the tension, and they erupted into laughter.

Draco leaned back on his hands. "It seems to me that we should, I don't know, maybe get to know each other? After all, we have spent the past six years fighting."

"I suppose you're right. All I really know about you is that you're an insufferable prat." Draco opened his mouth for a comeback, and Harry quickly added,. "And that you're also a great kisser." Draco's mouth clapped shut.

"Well at least you have a little bit of sense about you, Potter." Draco's mouth twisted into an evil grin. "You're not the simpleton I always thought you were."

"Hey!"

"Serves you right. You started it." Draco raised his chin triumphantly.

"Fine." Rolling onto his side, Harry propped his head on his hand. "This promises to be rather interesting."

Draco lowered himself in the same position, his hair falling into his eyes. "I suppose we'll just play it by ear, hmm?"

"Yeah." Harry reached over and pushed Draco's fringe from his eyes. "I really do love your hair, you know."

Grabbing Harry's hand and bringing it to his mouth, Draco brushed his lips to Harry's palm. "Of course you do. You'd be mad not to." He grinned slightly as Harry rolled his eyes. "So, Potter, where do you suppose we start? I suppose I should stop caling you 'Potter' now."

"Honestly, I think I rather like it. But for now. . . ." Before Draco knew it, he had been flipped on his back and pinned to the ground by the body of his new boyfriend, Harry's elbows on either side of his head. "Let's save the 'get to know each other' bit for later." Smiling down at Draco, Harry lowered his lips to the other boy's, and Draco happily complied.