"RON!"
Draco Malfoy looked around, discreetly. The Weasel King hadn't shown up for school this year. The entire Gryffindor house had gone into a mutual depression, and even the Slytherins were wondering where he was.
But there was no sign of Weasley Red Hair. Instead, all eyes were on Potter, who was darting toward the doors.
Draco let out a strangled yelp as Potter launched himself at Draco, a broad grin on his face. In an instant, Potter's arms were around Draco's neck, and he had crashed his lips against those of the shocked blonde, causing the entire school to gasp in shock. Draco stood there, stunned, not wanting to believe what was happening.
Fireworks exploded inside his head, and spots cluttered his vision. After what seemed like an agonizing century, Harry pulled away, still smiling, but blushing.
"Potter…What the HELL was that?" he demanded. Harry looked confused for a moment.
"Ron, why are you calling me 'Potter'?" Hermione, who had chased Harry to the doors, placed a hand on his arm.
"H-Harry…" she stammered, "that's not Ron…" Harry's smile didn't falter.
"Yes it is. Look at him, Hermione. He's been gone so long, you don't even recognize him," Harry laughed. Despite himself, Draco stretched his hands out, and was relieved to see his familiar long fingers and pale skin.
"He's finally done it," Seamus Finnigan said in a hollow voice. "He's finally cracked.