Across the Great Hall their eyes met. The more known their relationship became; the public displays of affection between the couple grew. Little kisses on the cheek here and there, shy glances when one thought the other wasn't looking, playful winks and whispering promises of pure satisfaction later.

Harry looked towards Ron, trying to get the attention off of him – he knew half the table was watching him.

"So, Ron, how's it going with Hermione?"

"Oh, you know, pretty well. 8 months this Saturday." Ron's cheeks turned slightly pink, and Harry knew what Ron wanted on that day.

"Don't expect much," Harry chuckled and then looked around. "Where is she, anyways?"

"Oh, something about having a stomach-ache, needing to rest today. Hope she's alright."

"Yeah.." Harry said distractedly as his eyes focused on Severus Snape, who watched him as well. Remembering their encounter no more then a few days ago, Harry flinched slightly, hoping he would get over it soon enough. Neville's voice broke his trance minutes later.

"Aye, Harry, why are you staring at that greasy old teacher?" Neville sounded almost disgusted, as Ron went completely stiff, knowing Harry was angered by the remark. He shot a glare at Neville, but said nothing.

"Ron, I'm not too hungry anymore, I think I- ," Harry was cut off by a familiar black owl landing on his shoulder gracefully, pecking at his ear affectionately. A ghost of a smile crossed Harry's face; the owl was just as affectionate as his owner.

" 'Ello, Rose." Harry carefully removed the letter that was hanging from the owl's claw, and patted the bird on its head before she flew away. Ron asked who it was from, but he had a pretty good idea from the look on his friend's face.

Dear Harry,

The date last night was nice. When you first asked me, I figured it would be awkward, but it was… nice. Like I said before.

Anyways…today, being Saturday is also the 14th of February. I was wondering if you'd join me tonight, in the Slytherin common room? After dinner. I know I shouldn't have, but I… I bought you a little something right before our meeting last night.

Well.. reply to me soon. Or just come talk to me… seeing as you are across the room from me and I'm watching you right now. Not to sound like a stalker or anything, but you know.

With love,

Draco

By the time Harry finished reading, a wide grin was displayed on his face. Draco bought him something? What a sweet gesture he would have never predicted. He looked up, towards the Slytherins, and sure enough Draco was watching him. He seemed pleased with Harry's reaction, seeing as a smirk grazed his lovely face and there was a certain glow about him.

"Harry?"

"Yes Ron?"

"…Never mind." Harry gave Ron a questioning look, but got no response. Shrugging, he stood up and exited the Great Hall.

"Harryyyyy…" Draco purred softly from behind the Gryffindor, having followed him after dinner. Harry stopped and smiled slightly as he turned around. He remembered Draco's letter, stating he bought him a present, and felt the excitement rush into him again.

"Hey," He said casually, stepping a bit closer to Draco. Draco took his hand in his own, and silently made Harry follow him. Walking up the royal-looking staircase, they turned left and moved down a long hall, before finally reaching a large portrait. It was of a woman, with soft features and warm inviting eyes. She donned a thin green robe that clung to her every curve, showing off her perfect figure. The woman noticed the two boys after a second, and a lazy smirk – quite like Draco's – mesmerized Harry.

"Hello, boys. Heading in so early?"

"Don't bother trying to charm us. Silver Serpent," Draco said quickly and the portrait swung open. They entered the common room, and within a second Harry was alone. Draco had hurried up the stairs, most likely to the boys' dormitories, so the brunette plopped down on the couch and cuddled up to a plush pillow, waiting patiently. After a few minutes he came down, holding two small gray boxes.

"What are these?"

"The present. And something I bought for myself," Draco's words were rushed, and he looked uneasy. Harry could tell he was nervous and grinned to himself. Not wanting to wait any longer, he took the case and snapped it open.

"Oh…Draco, this must have cost a fucking fort-,"

"Harry, it doesn't matter. I hope… hope you like it."

Harry, having rushed to his own common room after spending time with Draco, panted slightly as he yelled out for Hermione. He stood at the bottom steps that lead to the girls' room, calling out her name over and over, till a door slammed open and Hermione scrambled down, looking frantic. Seeing Harry, she studied him, and then scowled.

"With the way you were going on, I thought you were dying or something!" She huffed, but Harry knew she wasn't mad, just worried. Without saying anything, he put out his left hand, letting Hermione see his new gift. The ring glittered so incredibly bright, catching all the light in the room. The gems were simply exquisite; a green so rich and dark - most likely emeralds – fit in between diamonds magically altered to a bright, dazzling silver.

"Oh Harry, he gave this to you!" Despite the fact they were the Slytherin colors, Hermione was so enthralled by his newly acquired jewelry.

"He told me it was a promise ring, or something like that. He has one as well, except it's our colors. I suppose it was his way of showing the Houses have now gotten past our 'feud'."

"Despite the fact he is arrogant, cocky, annoying at times and horribly mean to most, he does treat you well, doesn't he? I have to respect him for that," Hermione smiled at Harry.

Harry sat next to the window, lounging in a chair, deep into a book. He mumbled angrily as an incessant tapping came from the window. Deciding to put down his book and finally own the window, Draco's owl rushed in, nearly snapping at Harry. She too was annoyed.

Harry,

Hi.

Love,

Draco.

Harry rolled his eyes, and scribbled back quickly. Sending Draco's owl back. He watched as the bird danced around, then flew out. About to turn back to his book, Harry noticed something odd: The bird stopped a couple feet outside of the window, hovering and seemingly waiting. Within a few seconds, the black bird came back.

Harry,

How are you?

-Draco

Harry wrote one word back, interested to see if the owl would go back to the same place in the air. Just like he expected, it stopped once again. He burst out laughing, shaking his head at Draco, not being able to see him but knowing he was there. With a wide grin, he gave an obvious wink.

"Ha! I told you I could see you winking," Draco giggled as he pulled off the cloak.