Revenge is Sweet

The next morning Harry was let out of the infirmary. He and Draco went to Sirius' for breakfast. Harry finished first and started a conversation with Sirius, who was washing dishes by hand; Harry dried.

"Sirius it isn't funny," Harry was saying. He'd just told him that he wanted to have a romantic dinner with Draco.

"I know but your such a romantic it's not even funny but that's why I laugh,"

"Whatever. So will you help? I want you and Remus to be there. It'll make me less nervous," Harry begged. He dried another dish and placed it in the rack.

"What are you going to do after this dinner with…Draco," Sirius asked. Harry sighed.

"Would you get over yesterday already?"

"I just guess, I can't, how could you do that," Sirius asked staring at him.

"Easy, I just put my hand, down his…"

"Harry, that's not what I meant," Sirius shivered at the now vivid image in his head.

"I know but, I couldn't help it," Harry replied. He glanced at Draco who was almost done now. ""You're not a…magical creature, so you don't know how it feels to want, to just…" Harry stopped himself. Draco was staring at him with a look that said 'Why are you two staring at me,.

"What," Draco said aloud. Harry smiled and put the plate he'd just dried, down. He walked to Draco and kissed his forehead.

"It's cause your just so irresistible to look at," Harry smiled. Draco blushed and told Harry to stop. "Why, it's true," Draco ducked his head and shook it. Harry was suddenly mad. "Dray," he said harshly. Draco winced. "Why do you always do this?"

"Do what, I don't…"

"Don't even start. I hate when you sit there and I compliment you and you disagree with me. What happen to the arrogant, conceit Draco Malfoy, I use to know and love,"

"He got thrown in the dungeon," Draco replied then covered his mouth. Harry turned from mad too furious.

"DUNGEON," he screamed. "What dungeon. Who would dare put you in a dungeon," Sirius was restraining Harry now. Easier said then done. The boy was kicking to get out of his arms. "I said who did," Harry hollered. "Who locked you in a dungeon, Draco?"

"My father," Draco whispered.

"WHAT," Harry wasn't in Sirius' arms anymore and neither was Sirius standing anymore. "Your father. He did this. WHY,"

"Because…of you…he found out about um, me liking you…he read it in my journal… and didn't like it," Draco stuttered the whole thing. Harry was shaking with fury. If he didn't calm down they'd have a repeat of the panther fiasco on hand but of course, Draco wouldn't know of this. What he did know though was that Harry needed to calm down. Knowing Harry wasn't going to hurt him, he grabbed Harry and hugged him around the waist and rested his head on his chest. "Harry please calm down," Draco coaxed. "I'm okay…just not exactly the same,"

"Oh, I have a headache," Sirius whined. Draco chuckled a bit. "I'm going to Madam Pomfrey," he frowned. After Sirius left, Draco led Harry to Remus room and locked the door. He sat Harry down on the bed and started to pace.

"Would you stop your making me nervous," Harry wrung his hands, his eyes darting to watch Draco.

"I need to be honest with you Harry, cause if I'm not I won't trust myself," Draco continued to pace. "You have to promise me you won't get mad and go do something stupid,"

"I promise," Harry replied. "Now please tell me," Draco sighed and started to talk. He told Harry everything, including how Blaise found him and the knife he'd stabbed himself with was Draco's. At first there was no emotion on Harry's face but then Draco saw a tear drop from Harry's eyes.

"Harry, it's okay, I'm fine," Draco assured him. He was near him now.

"But…do you realize that I could've been…dateless. I'd die without you. I need you Draco," Draco sat in Harry's lap and let him crush him in a hug. "I love you Draco… I love you so much,"

"I know,"

"I know is that all you can say," Harry winced. Draco sighed. He'd never said… I love you to anyone. Not even his own mother. But he knew he loved Harry, with all his heart. It just scared him to death to know that someone love him as much as Harry did.

"I…I…" he tried to say it, he really did. He felt the hold Harry had on him lessened. The boy picked his head up and turned it to look at him. Draco saw the hurt, the sadness and grief in his eyes but more importantly the understanding.

"Draco, its okay… I love you, no matter what," he kissed him quickly then hugged him again.

"No, I want to say it because I do…I just never heard anyone say it to me or said it to anyone else,"

"That's hard to believe that Draco Malfoy has never been in love," Harry whispered. "Hasn't your mom even said it,"

"No," Draco replied. "For all I know, my parents didn't even want me," Draco voice cracked. Harry shook his head as if to clear it.

"You don't have to say it, if you're not ready. I couldn't expect you to love me after only a few months," Harry sighed. Draco was getting annoyed with himself. He was not this weak. He loved Harry, he could tell him! Here was the boy…no man, who had given him love, desire, want, his wishes, his dreams…a life. And he couldn't get over his past and just tell him that he loved him. Draco stood up, startling Harry.

"Draco…" he started.

"No let me say something," Draco stopped him. "This is so not me. I'm not such a baby like this. I'll admit I'm scared to death of my father, Voldermort and now Ron but there shouldn't be any reason why I should be afraid to say how I feel about you," Harry smiled and a flame of hope was ignited.

"How do you feel," Harry asked. "Honestly,"

"When I see you, my heart skips. I can't breath. I don't want to. When you touch me, it's like the breath comes back. You against me just feels sooo god. When I'm in your arms I feel safe, as if nothing can harm me. Honestly… I love you, Harry," Draco finished. He laughed when Harry attacked him a pushed him down on the bed, climbing on top and straddling his waist. He took his hands in his and asked…

"Honestly, you do, you love me," Harry gasped.

"I guess if I can sing it. I can say it,"

"Oh, wow, you don't even know what that means to know you love me," he added "Okay, now love of mine," Harry smiled and kissed him. "I think a little revenge is in order," Harry smiled like a snake and he and Draco left.

That Monday in class was the first revenge. It was simple but very funny. Draco and Harry had planned it before they went to bed the night before. They also bought, on rush delivery, two whoopee cushion from WWW's. When both Ron and Seamus sat down in class that day, a very loud fart was let out. To make things worst, they were in potions. Snape was, if possible, meaner to the two boys lately. So when he heard and smelt the fumes coming from them he was more than mad. The boys were kicked out and if he didn't have to cancel the class because of the smell he would have given them detention.

Nothing went on for the rest of that day. On Tuesday afternoon, the second prank was established. It was set for charms. Hermione and Blaise were doing something to stall Ron so he was the last in class. Seamus got off because he'd arrived early at class. So as was the plan Ron was last in class. The door was rigid so when he walked through…well let's see.

"Where is he," Harry asked as Hermione and Blaise came in. Hermione nodded at the door and Ron came strolling in. He looked rather annoyed at something, and wasn't paying attention to anything. It was then everyone in the class started laughing. Even Flitwick couldn't help but laugh. Ron looked confused. It wasn't till he reached his seat when he noticed he was missing something… his pants.

"What the," Ron leapt up and the laughter got louder. He ran from the room sporting a pair of "Never Been Laid" boxers.

"Two down, one to go," Draco smiled evilly. The last revenge was planned Friday. It was already around school that Ron had "Never Been Laid". This was by far, worst then even that. That night at dinner, the best revenge was set.

Everyone was in the great hall when it happened, well minus two people. They were running late for some reason. Seamus and Ron were the last ones to enter the Great Hall. Draco was sitting with Harry. A little closer than usual, like on his lap but that's okay. A special seat was saved for the two, right across from Harry and Draco.

They entered and didn't notice that the whole Gryffindor table was watching them, along with the rest of the school. Everyone knew something was going to happen today. Only the Gryffindor table knew exactly what though. Seamus hit Ron and motioned that the only seats available were in front of Harry and Draco. Ron cursed and his eyes dash around the room. He noticed now that all eyes were on him, including the head table. Shrugging as if the predicament didn't faze him, he sat down.

Nothing was done at first. Ron and Seamus ate. Harry and Draco ate. Harry fed Draco and visa-versa. The Gryffindor table was dead quite. At the end of diner, it happened. Draco whispered something to Harry and he nodded. The Gryffindors were finished eating now, and watched the two boys. All this was oblivious to Ron and Seamus, who were making a deal at ignoring everyone.

It was too late now though. One second they were eating the next they were ten feet off the ground, levitating for the whole school to see.

"Get me down from here," Ron screamed, while Seamus clung to him. Everyone was laughing now, but Draco decided to make it worst.

"Hey, Weasley wearing any special boxers today," Draco called up at Ron, who glared down at him.

"When I get down your dead Malfoy," Draco just laughed.

"I'd advice you not to insult my mate," Harry growled. Pulling out his wand, Draco mumbled something and both boys were left in nothing but their boxers.

"What's wrong with you. Get me down," Ron screeched. "Why isn't anyone helping me," Even the head table was ignoring Ron. They knew they couldn't really stop Harry for taking revenge on Ron. It was against the law. A Veela was able do anything to avenge himself, if he thought it had some how put his mate it danger. Draco laughed more and said something else. This time the boys were left star-struck naked in front of the Great Hall! Seamus was cowering behind Ron, who was screaming every curse he'd ever learn and the Great Hall was in an uproar.

"Okay boys," Dumbledore said from the head table. "You've had your fun. Put them down now," Harry obeyed and dropped the two.

"What about our clothes," Ron growled, trying to cover himself up.

"Not, my, problem," Harry snorted. Ron turned and pulled Seamus forcefully out of the hall.

"He'll pay for that," he muttered as he left.

A/N: I've finally updated. HALEEGIUAH. I know. You hate me. I hate me too. I have a valid excuse though. You see...it was VBS at my church and i just had to go. The whole past week was spent screaming at little kids and by the time i got home i was too tired to type. So kill me if you must but then...you'd never get the next chapter. lol. review on the way out!