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: Okay, so the quote was: ". 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 man and I like you. If you wanted to see me some time that might be nice... more than nice" from Bridget Jones' Diary, directed by Sharon MacGuire andwritten by Helen Fielding. Huge Prps to Eriks luv who got the quote but not the movie and acsbabyangelgirl who got the quote and the movie.

Also JC2021, you absolutely cracked me up with your review, thankyou! And Crystal Raven, you made me smile when I didnt think I could, so thankyou very much. And while we are on the subject of thankyous, thankyouto my wonderful beta Dreamerdoll... the best Beta I know!

Over the next few days Draco and Harry continued to act as they had before Harry's confession, at least in public. When they were 'studying' in a secluded corner of the library, it was an entirely different story. While under the pretence of going into dusty corners to look up archaic laws or traditions for History of Magic, they spent many pleasurable minutes exploring each other's mouths, faces and shoulders. It was as if an unspoken agreement had been reached, and until they felt comfortable sharing their new relationship with the world they were not going to go too far. This did stop them, however, from making out as often as possible. Draco was getting very good at ensuring his veela attraction worked in his favor and, instead of bringing peoples' attention to him, instead misdirected their curiosity, as if a repellent.

Two weeks after Harry had made his move, there was a Hogsmeade weekend. The entire school, or at least those over third year, left for the town, wanting to purchase early Christmas presents this year and save in the normal sales, leaving Harry and Draco to stay back at school, enjoying the other's company as they ventured through the castle and the grounds. The two supposed that even if, on the off chance, someone caught them, the second and first years would not mention it to anyone, as they were often oblivious to what was happening in the higher years, and even if they weren't, who would believe that Draco Malfoy and the Boy Who Lived were strolling around the place, comfortably holding hands, talking, and occasionally trading a kiss?

As the day progressed, the two decided to go for a walk around the lake, so they set out, chatting amiably.

"So who do you think is going to win the first Quidditch game of the season? Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff?" Draco asked, starting out on a safe topic.

"I reckon that Hufflepuff could just make it. I mean they have been training really hard this year, and they have finally found a good replacement for Cedric."

Seeing that the ebony haired boy was looking quite downcast at the thought of his deceased classmate, Draco desperately cast around for a way to change the topic and in the process bring Harry's mind back to more pleasant things.

"I don't know, now that Chang is gone Ravenclaw might have a chance, she was really dragging the team down," the blond replied, rather frantically, saying the first thing that came to mind. Which was unfortunately an insult.

"Hey! Cho was a good seeker; she gave me a run for my money when we played them." Harry retorted

"Well Potter," replied Draco with a smirk. "That's not overly difficult to do."

"Watch it Malfoy," Harry came back as a smile began to show on his face. "I have always managed to best you."

"Low blow Harry. You will get your comeuppance!" Draco replied, pulling out his wand and conjuring up a water balloon.

Harry backed away, his eyes dancing with merriment, and ducked when Draco tossed the balloon at him. Unfortunately, he was not quick enough in avoiding the water balloon, and instead it hit him right in the face. For a moment, he stood still, gasping as chilly water gushed down his body. Draco, on his part, fell to the ground in fits of laughter as he watched his boyfriend struggle with the fact that he hadn't been quick enough to avoid Draco Malfoy, who he had just claimed always to beat.

"Oh you will pay," Harry vowed, an evil grin lighting his face.

Draco instantly stopped his gales of laughter upon seeing the glint in Harry's eyes, a telltale sign that he had gone too far. The two boys battled it out, throwing so many water balloons at each other that they soon lost count of the number of times they hit and missed. After a while though it became clear that Draco was going to win, his aim was just too good. Harry was admittedly exceptional at ducking and avoiding the missiles, but unfortunately for him, his aim was not so fantastic. The fact of the matter was, he sucked at throwing the things. Deciding that retreat was the best option, Harry cut his losses and ran, with the blonde fast on his tail. With an enormous leap Draco tackled the Gryffindor, pinning him to the ground.

"You're mine Potter!" Draco cried, conjuring up an enormous water balloon.

Suddenly Harry seized the weapon from him, moving with a speed that a seeker with years of practice could only achieve, and using his muscles also earned from years of Quidditch, flipped the two boys so that Harry was now straddling a rather surprised Draco, a knee on each side of his hips. Raising the stolen water balloon above his head Harry, prepared for his victory

"I don't think so Draco. You are mine!"

And looking down into his victims face to see the reaction the Slytherin had when he got a face full of water Harry was surprised to see a myriad of emotions displayed on Draco's face, causing him to pause in releasing the balloon

"Am I really Harry? Am I really yours?" Draco asked, almost wistfully.

All thoughts of dousing Draco with water left Harry's mind as he melted into a puddle of goo at the vulnerability in is boyfriend's voice. Really, he would have liked to take Draco away, to somewhere only the two of them knew about, and spend the rest of the day together. He prayed that Draco would always be in his life, with no interference from the outside world, able to give him moments of absolute bliss, like the one at hand, with just the two of them, as it was always meant to be.

"Of course Draco, I will always care about you, always. Even if this doesn't work out, I will always have a special place for you in my heart," Harry replied after several long moments, his soft voice filled with tenderness.

Draco's heart leapt at this. Harry cared for him! Of course, it helped that Draco, as a veela, knew that they were soul mates and their relationship would last, but that was really beside the point! Harry had admitted he cared for Draco, and it wasn't because Draco was a veela, Harry liked him just as he was. A dazzling smile broke out over his face and he leaned up and kissed his boyfriend on the lips. When Harry groaned and started responding to the kiss, Draco began to move. Very slowly he removed the water balloon from Harry's hand, and when it seemed that Harry was intent on kissing Draco into the next century, released the balloon over his head.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Harry shrieked, sounding quite like a girl, much to the blonde's amusement.

Laughing, Draco pushed the dark haired boy off him and made a run for it, knowing that unless there was a lot of distance between him and the dripping teen he was going to pay for his prank in a very harsh way. The rest of the day was spent racing around the castle avoiding the fuming, wet, Gryffindor until unfortunately the rest of the school returned from Hogsmeade.

Meanwhile

Severus Snape found himself in a foul temper. One would think that as a teacher, he would be exempt from weekend tasks for the Order as he spent the entire week looking after sniveling brats but no, that was, unfortunately not the case.

Here he was, sitting under an invisibility cloak watching the House of the bane of his existence's fat relatives to ensure that the Dark Lord did not wipe out their miserable existences in a fit of pique. Ever since Lucius' letter to Draco had been 'found' there had been a member of the order watching the Dursleys at all times and today was his day for guard duty. He would much rather chaperone his students in Hogsmeade, a job that usually made even the nicest of teachers turn pale in fear. Suddenly a noise reached his ears that made him stiffen. If he wasn't mistaken, it was the sound of someone apparating into the street. Severus's fears were confirmed when he saw a masked figure in a dark cloak sweep down Privet Drive followed by three more cloaked figures. Flipping open his watch Severus pressed a hidden button, sending an alarm to the Order and summoned several members before apparating away from the street. It wouldn't do to have a death eater (even if he was a spy) fight other death eaters to protect people who were clearly on the Dark Lord's kill list.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office, munching on a lemon drop and going over the next school years lesson prospectus, when the alarm rang. Quickly glancing at his clock, he noted that Severus was just returning to Hogwarts from his watch at Privet Drive while Tonks, Moody, Shacklebolt, Gibbs and Princeton, all Aurors as well as members of the Order of the Phoenix, were on their way to join the ensuing battle. The old man sighed; it seemed as if Tom would not rest until he had wiped out every person that his adversary seemed to care about, every member of his family. He could only hope that Harry would once more be strong enough to survive this blow. If the Dursley's were killed, the poor boy would no longer to have any relations left in the world, leaving him with no family to turn to in the coming times.