Disclaimer: Anything that you recognise does not belong to me; it belongs to the very talented J.K. Rowling. Lucky her! I am doing this purely to see if I can, I am not making any money off of this what so ever. Unlucky me!

Also, I have read a lot of stories on this site, so if anything is familiar, it is not on purpose… Could you simply take it as an homage?

A/N: Thankyou to my wonderful beta, Dreamerdoll

Also, there is another movie quote in here. If no-one finds it I will be severely disappointed, it is in a very popular movie and the referenced in its sequel!

A few weeks later found the seventh years in their Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, listening to Remus lecture on the hierarchy of the vampires. Harry had fallen into the habit of sitting next to Draco in both Defense and Potions, taking Hermione's advice and getting to know the blonde better. And it was working; Harry found that he was getting to know the other boy in ways he had never imagined, he had learned to interpret the mask that Draco always wore. He could now read the Slytherin's mood at twenty paces, and knew what to say to make the teen laugh, or at least crack a grin when he was brooding, which seemed to happen a lot.

Harry also found that he was thinking of the blonde Slytherin more than he used to, and not in the way that he used to. He found himself noticing that Draco was very loyal to his friends and his house, that he hated spinach and loved strawberry cheesecake. He found himself noticing that Hermione had been right, Draco was extraordinarily handsome, if a little vain about his hair (and everything else about himself). Draco was also very good at insulting everyone, including people in his own house, making Harry decide that must be how he always seemed to rule the roost of the Slytherin dungeons, and why no one wanted to upset the man with the acid tongue.

He had also learned that he enjoyed verbally sparring with Draco. He wasn't afraid to upset Harry, like everyone else was, and they always came out of their spats smiling, mostly thanks to Draco's wicked sense of humour. Luckily, he no longer took Draco seriously anymore, or they most likely they both would have been expelled for dueling in the corridors.

Surprisingly, Harry also discovered himself thinking about doing things with the Slytherin that were not exactly of the innocent nature. He found himself thinking of the blonde at most moments of the day, usually when he was supposed to be concentrating on something else, such as his Transfiguration homework. Was it possible that he liked Draco? It was probable, and there was only one thing he could do about it.

Draco felt as if he was slowly going insane. For the past few weeks, Harry had been treating him as a friend, and nothing more. They sat together in classes, helping each other with homework and arguing over stupid things simply for the challenge of winning the pointless battle. So far, they were fairly even in the points scored during these arguments. Draco found that being friends with Harry Potter was a wonderful place to be in the world. The dark haired youth was not afraid to stick up for his friends when he felt it was needed, he was not above rolling up his sleeves and spending all night working on solving a problem that was plaguing someone. He would do anything for his friends.

None of this was bad, he was certain. What was driving him slowly crazy about this whole thing was that he had received no feedback over what he had requested Harry to ponder over some weeks ago. The boy had simply continued on as he had before, being polite to everyone and treating Draco the same. Was he at least thinking about whether he wanted something more from their friendship? Did he hold romantic feelings for someone else? After careful observation he had decided that Harry at least felt no romantic inclinations towards Hermione, but he wasn't sure about the frizz-head, the miniature Weasel. He had discovered that his feelings towards Hermione had cooled somewhat after hearing her claim Harry as her own, and decided that she needed careful watching. Speaking of careful watching, he noticed that Professor Lupin was getting them to practice rogue vampire deflection on each other.

"Professor Lupin, I have a headache, I can't do this right now," Draco called out.

Deflecting a rogue vampire could be extremely painful for the vampire, and since last week, when he tried to hit Harry over the backside of his head to illustrate what a prat he was being and found that his hand would just not cooperate with what his mind was ordering, he discovered he could not actually inflict any physical pain of any kind on his mate, so if they were being paired by their seating arrangements he would not be able to participate, as he could not hurt Harry.

"Okay, now I want you to all find someone who is the same height as you and that is your partner. This is so you can practice without worrying the size variables at the moment, as we progress through the week you will be paired with people of different heights. Mr. Malfoy are you sure that you cannot participate?" Remus organised the class and then turned to Draco with an enquiring look.

"No sir, I think I can. The headaches all gone," Draco replied, giving the professor a small smile.

The only person his height was Ron Weasley, so this was going to be quite enjoyable.

The class practiced their deflecting skills for the rest of the period. When the class ended and the students began to disappear through the door, Remus called Draco over.

"Mr. Malfoy, I was wondering if I could have a word?"

"Certainly sir, I don't have a class after this," Draco replied, quite curious as to what this was about.

"I was simply wondering if you had found an answer to your predicament. The one we talked about at the beginning of term?"

Oh shit, he was asking about Harry. Draco winced, "Yes sir, it's all sorted out."

"That's good Mr. Malfoy; I have noticed that you and Harry Potter have been not arguing as much lately. Any particular reason?"

"Not really sir, we both simply decided to save our energy for something more worth while."

"Did you know that I was there when Harry was born?" Remus suddenly asked a smile on his face.

At Draco's blank look he continued

"Yes, his Godfather and I were the ones pacing the waiting room while Lily, his mother, was giving birth, and James, his father, was offering moral support. Although I am not sure how good James was at giving support, he was an extraordinarily brave man, but when his wife was in pain he fell to pieces. One time Lily cut her hand on a broken glass, and he forgot all about the healing charms that he himself could have done and rushed her to St Mungo's emergency room. But I digress. Sirius and I paced the waiting room for six hours, waiting to meet the new Potter that was coming into the world. It's a very surreal experience, waiting for a baby to be born; there are silencing charms on the rooms, so you can not even judge how things are progressing by the noise. But finally after waiting and pacing and worrying for hours, James came out holding a little bundle wrapped in a blue blanket and introduced Harry to his new Godfather and Uncle Remus. I will never forget the feeling of holding a tiny baby in my arms. Harry was only three kilos when he was born, so small. I remember holding him and marveling at his tiny little fingers. It was then that I swore I would protect him to the best of my ability from anything that could harm him. Unfortunately, for the first eleven years of his life and one time when he was thirteen I was unable to do so. But now I have the ability to do so, I am not going to let him down. If anyone ever hurts him, I will tear them limb from limb. As you remember I am a werewolf, and I have discovered that, if I am so inclined, I can tap into the strength of the wolf quite easily."

Suddenly Remus gave a humor filled smile.

"Listen to me! Rambling on like an old man. I am glad you have sorted everything out, and I trust that you are behaving responsibly? Good, good, thank you for your time Mr. Malfoy, enjoy the rest of your free session."

And with that Remus herded the surprised teenager out into the corridor and shut the door in his face. Draco was seriously confused. What the hell had just happened there? Did Professor Lupin know Harry was his mate? It certainly seemed like it, but then he was very seriously warned against hurting him. The Professor should know that veelas could not hurt their mates! Draco wandered along the hallway, not really paying attention to his surroundings as he pondered what he had just heard, when suddenly he was pulled into another empty classroom. Raising surprised eyes he saw Harry standing in front of him, looking slightly nervous.

"Okay, so I have been thinking a lot these past weeks, ever since you told me that you liked me and I have come to a conclusion. I like you, I mean your friends are… interesting. You're haughty, and you always say the wrong thing in every situation and I seriously believe that you should rethink the length of your sideburns. But, you're a nice guy and I like you. If you wanted to get together sometime it would be nice...well, more than nice actually."

And with that, Harry stood on tiptoe and kissed him gently on the mouth. Draco was still reeling from what Harry had just told him but when the boy's lips touched his own, his senses leapt to life and he moved quickly, drawing him closer and deepening the kiss. Harry instantly complied with Draco's unspoken plea, responding to the kiss, their tongues battling for dominance as they both strived to convey all that they felt in a single kiss. Draco smiled into the kiss, for finally, for the first time in his life, did he feel… complete.