I'm the worst author ever, I've been so inconsiderate to you guys. shame no real excuse, just take this chapter and enjoy it, please.

It wasn't until nine o'clock that they rushed back through the main doors of the school, giggling like school children and hushing each other loudly. They got inside and slipped, stumbled rather, into a shadowed corner.

"Draco, we have to get to bed," Harry let out a breath of air.

"What if we get caught?" Draco asked, wrapping his hand around Harry's scarlet and gold tie and pulling him closer.

They'd drunk quite a bit of butterbeer and even a pair of lime shots on dares. Without inhibitions of the daylight on sobriety, Harry leant in the extra inch or two and pressed his lips to his Match's with abandon. His insides warmed and the tingling sensation came into his digits, something shifted behind them and they fell through the wall into a tiny, unused classroom.

Draco made a little noise as he hit the ground and Harry landed on top of him, but they were crushed together and neither minded really. The wall slid back and the passing ghost knew nothing of it.

Inside the classroom, a window let moonlight in on the patch of floor near where Draco lay with Harry on top of him. Their lips pressed together and hands holding each other through many layers of clothes. Harry climbed off his Match and paused, hearing Draco let out a little laugh and roll into the patch of moonlight. It was incredible, Draco sat there with his legs under him, taking off his heavy jacket and the moon hit his pale hair and he looked so much more than human. And Harry was sober again, the alchohal seemed to have drained from him, his joviality was replaced by awe at the snake.

He turned his white haired head and saw Harry sitting half in shadows and noticed the expression on the other boy's face.

"Harry?" Draco frowned and sensed his own sobriety again, confused his set his gloves down on top of his coat. Harry breathed out and crawled into the light, he reached out with his gloved hand and cupped Draco's cheek, still awed.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Draco asked frowning slightly

"Shh," Harry silenced him and moved closer, he felt a warmth in the room and recognized the presence of their magic. "You're so beautiful."

"I-" Draco was stunned, no one called him beautiful, he'd known himself to be attractive, or course, but…beautiful?

He doesn't realize he's the first one to say it. Draco thought, still stunned.

How can he be so…wondrously gorgeous? Harry moved closer yet to the blonde. Draco breathed out and felt a tingle against his cheek and then the warm skin of Harry's hand. The glove was…it was gone.

Harry didn't notice, he leant in and placed a kiss to his Match's lips and they both felt the magic sparkle in the air around them, like glitter from starlight it rested. It was not fierce or churning like many times before, not hot or needy but….it was soft and careful. Pleading and in love, the magic itself seemed to be in love.

Harry pulled his lips back for a second and stared into the dark gray eyes that were staring into his.

"I am so completely in love with you." Harry said, not even realizing he said it.

"What?"

Harry slipped out of his awed state. "I-I'm in love with you." He repeated it.

"You are?" Draco looked stunned.

"Yeah, I am."

Draco hadn't heard such a thing from anyone. He was nervous but he sensed the magic swirl like a breeze and he recognized that he felt the same thing for Harry.

"I love you too." Draco murmured and put his hand on Harry's shoulder and pulled him forward. Harry smiled and kissed the other boy with joy.

"Let's sleep here tonight," Draco whispered as they pulled away from each other.

"I-"

"Just lay with me." Draco blushed at Harry's assumption and they went to the area beneath the window and lay down on the heavy coats, wrapping up in cloaks.

"Draco?" Blaise quirked an eyebrow as his friend seated himself at the table the next morning for breakfast.

"Yes?"

"You disappeared yesterday."

"Did I?"

"Where were you?"

"I don't know what you mean Blaise, I was in the potion's room the whole day after the game."

"Really? Then who won?"

"Hmm? The match? Ravenclaw won."

Blaise gave him a look. "What was the score?"

"Really Blaise, interrogating me before I've eaten, rather rude don't you think? Besides, I didn't pay that much attention to the match."

"You'll be in the Library today around ten?" Blaise asked.

"I expect so."

"Good."

Blaise fully intended to find out what happened then, and Draco knew it too.

OVER AT THE GRYFFINDOR TABLE

"Hey Harry." Ron moved over to let his friend in beside him.

"Morning Ron," Harry sat down and took a pile of hash-browns from the bowl.

"Where were you yesterday?" Ron asked in a whisper.

"What?"

"You just disappeared."

"I didn't notice." Harry shrugged.

Ron rolled his eyes and pressed on. "Where'd you go?"

"I was probably just around, you must not have seen me."

Trying to think of what to ask to get the information noticed Blaise, they'd decided to meet at ten in the library, and he wouldn't mind Harry there for a few minutes.

"Will you be around the library at ten?"

"That sounds right." Harry nodded.

"Good."

Ron intended to find out what was happening between his best friend and the snake. But Harry knew that.

Ok, I'll try really hard to get another chapter up by next week. Sorry again.

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