Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Mild lyrics, slash of the H/D variety, fluff

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Chapter 6

The Slytherin table was in shock, was Draco Malfoy leaving the Great Hall crying?

Ignoring his gaping housemates Draco made his way out and wandered through the school aimlessly. Harry Potter was in love... with someone else. He supposed he should get used to the idea, after all when Harry finally asked the very lucky girl out and she said yes it'd be all over the newspapers and WWN.

Sometimes being him sucked.

Sneering at the painting that called to him from the walls of the corridor he paced. What can I do? he wondered, running a hand through his perfect hair, How can I get over this... obsession with Harry Potter in time o save my heart?

"Why!?" he yelled, frustration reaching a boiling point, "Of all the people in this bloody school why did I have to fall in love with Harry-fucking-Potter?!"

He heard a strangled exclamation and footsteps from behind him, tuning he met the eyes of the one person he did not want to see right now.

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Harry Potter watched as a tearful Draco Malfoy made his way from the Great Hall and discreetly followed after making his excuses to his friends.

He watched as Malfoy roamed the hallways, obviously distraut, and ran hands through his perfect hair.

He heard when Malfoy yelled out that he was in love with him.

Draco Malfoy was in love with him, Harry Potter.

He couldn't help the strangled exclamation of surprise that escaped his lips, couldn't help stumbling a little.

Couldn't move as Draco turned and met his gaze.

"Oh fuck," Draco said, staring at Harry, "as if my day couldn't get any worse."

"Malfoy..."

"Don't say anything Potter, I know you don't feel the same – hell, you proved that when you yelled at me about not knowing what love was like this afternoon. Just... don't cheapen my feelings. Leave me alone, that's all I ask of you."

"And... And if I won't?" Harry managed to ask, still in shock.

"I don't know Potter, what do you think?" He knew it was a lame comeback, but what could he do? It wasn't everyday that the object of your affections hears you scream your love for them at the top of your lungs.

Harry stepped closer to Draco, a small smile playing on his lips. "I think," he said slowly, smiled widening, "that there might be a tad more of this..." And with that Harry leaned forward and kissed him.

Draco couldn't believe his... lips. Harry Potter was kissing him? Harry Potter was kissing him?

There was only one thing missing really.

And then Draco started to kiss back.

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A/N's: Sorry about the length! I hope you enjoyed this chapter all the same though! Yay! They finally figured it out! Out story's not over just yet though, not for a bit yet!

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