Summery: You know the scene in PoA where Draco sends Harry a paper crane? Well, in case you were wondering, it was a love note and this proves it. And if you couldn't figure this out from the summery, this is SLASH. As in Harry and Draco making love not war. Get it?
Pairing: H/D

Disclaimer: Just in case you think I'm J.K. Rowling, I'm not. I don't own any of these characters. I'm just borrowing them. Don't sue me, I'm broke.

A/N: I'll explain how they got together in the first place later. Promise

Harry unfolded the bird, breathless with anticipation.

If you can ditch your friends, I'll meet you in the empty charms classroom during lunch...

Harry looked up and caught Draco's eyes. The blonde boy raised his eyebrows and Harry gave an almost imperceptible nod. He glanced back down at the note and saw to his relief that it had shifted to show a stick figure drawing of someone that was presumably meant to be Harry being hit in the head with bludgers by what was probably supposed to be the Slytherin team.

Harry stuffed the paper in his pocket, keeping his eyes on Snape though his mind was miles away.

Well, not miles really. More like a few seats over, with Draco. Imagining just what they were going to do during lunch. It had been ages since they're last meeting. Of course, after Crabbe and Goyle had almost caught them in that broom closet... well, Draco had managed to make it look like he'd been beating Harry up instead of making out with him, but it had been a close call and they had decided to be more careful in the future, lest someone become suspicious. Of course, being more careful meant not meeting each other every day at lunch and every night after their friends were asleep and not having Draco drag him into empty classrooms to start passionately making out with him at every opportunity. And it had been almost two days since their last meeting, which had been so rudely interrupted by Harry's friends who had come looking for him.

By the end of class, Harry was so impatient to be with Draco that he thought he might just jump out of his seat and start ravishing the snotty-nosed Slytherin right there in the middle of Snape's class if he didn't get away soon. He told Hermione and Ron that he was going to go look at something in his dormitory and that he wouldn't be at lunch and left before they could even protest.

He arrived at the classroom first and dropped his books on a desk before settling down to wait for Draco. He didn't have to wait long before Draco himself entered the room. He didn't even have a chance to put down his books before Harry launched himself at the boy, catching him tightly in his arms and pressing his lips against that sweet, petulant, sneering little mouth. He was vaguely aware of Draco dropping his books on Harry's feet before he felt the boy's arms wrapping around his waist and the boy was devouring his mouth.

Somehow they managed not to trip over the books scattered on the floor as Harry pushed Draco against the frame of the still-open door, never once loosing contact with his mouth.

Oh god, he was in heaven. It had been so long, so fucking long since he'd last tasted Draco's mouth, last felt the sweet softness of the boy's lips and tongue on his and the strong warmth of his body.

After what might have been hours, but wasn't nearly long enough for Harry's liking, Draco pushed him away, gasping for breath.

"I missed you," Harry managed to gasp.

Draco smirked, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the flush of his cheeks and swollen lips and the unguarded desire in his eyes. It was still fucking sexy as hell. "Yeah, so I'd figured. You do know it's only been two days, don't you?"

"Only two days? God Draco, how can you say that? I've been dying every single fucking minute of it... and that's 2880 minutes of dying, in case you were wondering."

"What, were you counting? Or did you actually bother to learn how to do arithmetic to figure that out?"

Harry flushed guiltily. "Actually, it's only been 2793 minutes... and yeah, I asked Hermione how to do the math."

At that, Draco burst out laughing. "You must have been desperate."

Harry's flush deepened. "It feels like I haven't seen you in centuries."

Draco's smile softened and he reached up to caress Harry's cheek. "Trust me, you'll never have to wait more than days to see me again."

"Even over the summer?"

"We'll find a way. I promise."

Harry smiled and pressed his mouth against the tender spot on Draco's neck. Draco arched his back, pressing into Harry's body.

"Mmmm.... dear god, love, at least let me close the door."

Somehow Harry managed to pull himself away from Draco's gorgeous body, though he was fairly sure it would have been easier and less painful to tear off his own arm.

Draco quickly closed and locked the door while Harry watched him, just barely managing to hold himself in check. When the door was locked, Harry couldn't take it any more and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist without even letting the boy turn around.

"You're hornier than a bitch in heat," Draco muttered as Harry pressed his face against the back of Draco's neck, inhaling the boy's scent. "Will you lay off? I can't concentrate with you like that and I still have to cast the diversion spell."

Harry's response was to press his lips against the back of Draco's neck, reveling in the clean, spicy taste of the boy's skin. Draco moaned.

"And I thought I had it bad."

Harry grinned against Draco's neck. "You know... I don't think we're going to be able to keep this a secret much longer."

"Not if you don't let me cast the diversion spell. What were you thinking during Defense Against the Dark Arts? You had the strangest expression on your face."

Harry laughed. "I was trying not to jump out of my seat and start ravishing you right then and there. I didn't think Snape would take kindly to his students making out in the middle of his class."

Draco managed to finish the diversion spell and turned around in Harry's arms until they were facing each other. "I don't know... he lets me do all kinds of stuff."

Harry kissed his nose.

"Harry?"

"What? I like your nose." He kissed it again, just to prove it.

Draco raised his eyebrows. "...you like my nose? My boyfriend's dating me because he likes my nose."

"I like all of you. Every little thing about you." Harry licked Draco's lips. "And we aren't really dating... we haven't even been on one date yet. We just make out in the classrooms."

"Well, if we were actually had a date, people would be sure to find out about us..."

Harry nodded. "You know, I don't think Snape would mind if you ravished me in the middle of his class... and then we wouldn't have to worry about other people finding out about us."

"Harry!"

"What?"

Draco just shook his head in disgust and kissed him. Harry's hands moved up and down his back, making him shiver. "You know... we really aren't going to be able to keep this a secret much longer," Draco murmured when Harry let him breath again.

Harry shook his head, pulling them backwards until he was sitting on one of the desks with Draco between his knees and his arms around Draco's neck. "No," Harry agreed and kissed him again. "When do you want to tell them?"

"I don't know... soon. I guess I should take care of my friends and you can tell yours and then we can face the entire school together."

Harry nodded. "Before we meet next?"

Draco gulped. For all that he'd mocked Harry for counting the minutes since they'd last seen each other, he hadn't really been that better off. Every second had been an aching, empty hollowness inside him. Like some essential piece of him was missing. He had originally intended to wait another few days before setting up another meeting, but when he had woken up that morning almost in physical pain from wanting Harry, with the only thought in his head being that if he didn't see Harry right then he was going to die, he had realized that waiting another few days really wasn't an option. If they were going to tell their friends before their next meeting, they had better tell them soon. Like,about 30 seconds from the time they left each other. But he nodded.

Harry smiled, kissing him again. "We should be leaving soon... lunch is almost over."

Draco nodded numbly, trying very hard not to cry at the thought of loosing Harry again, even if only for one day. Harry pushed him lightly away, preventing a last kiss. Which was good, since he wasn't sure he'd be able to leave it they had kissed again. Draco forced himself to set about picking up his books from the floor while Harry gathered his own books and left. It was all he could to not to cry out or run after the boy as he left the room, and Draco's vision blurred with tears. Damn, he missed Harry already.

Somehow he managed to collect the rest of his books and leave the classroom. As he made his way to his next class, Draco resolved to tell Crabbe and Goyle about Harry within the next hour... because he wasn't sure he could last even that long.

And if they both came out to their friends before the end of their next class, they could come out to the rest of the school by making out in the corridor after class. And with that comforting thought, Draco set off to Charms class.