Harry dragged himself out of bed. He knew he was late (again) and rushed into the common room, fully intending to grab some quick breakfast from the Great Hall and get to class (Potions, he mentally reminded himself with a groan) and was surprised to find Hermione sitting in a chair by the fireplace, alone, waiting for him. He skidded to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

"Harry Potter."

"Umm...yes?"

"So you did sleep in your bed last night."

"I did."

"Funny, because at two in the morning when the victory party had stopped you still weren't back yet. I guess I just assumed you had found slumber elsewhere."

"Well, I didn't! And we should be getting to class, shouldn't we?"

"Class doesn't start for another hour."

"What are you talking about? It's almost nine!"

"No, it's almost eight."

"No, my clock said it was almost nine-"

"Have a seat, Harry, dear." Harry walked cautiously to the chair across from Hermione. "I set your clock an hour fast and charmed it so only you could hear it, so we could have some time to talk. The other boys are all still asleep in their beds."

"WHAT? I really don't think we have anything to talk about-"

"Shh, Harry, of course we do. You're having an illicit relationship with a Slytherin who has been your enemy for the past six years and you decided that you don't really seem to care if everybody finds out."

"I care! I don't want anybody to-"

"Obviously, you don't care, or else you would've come and celebrated with your team for awhile before sneaking off to SPEND THE NIGHT IN HIS ROOM! YOUR TEAM, HARRY! REMEMBER, YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN?"

"I didn't spend the night. He kicked me out," Harry mumbled. Hermione immediately switched from lecture-mode to caring friend-mode.

"What do you mean? Did something happen?"

"He got mad at me about...something. And made me leave."

"What about? That you beat him again?"

"Kind of that. More something else."

"What?"

"I don't...I don't think you want to know."

"I do!"

"No, you don't."

"TELL ME."

"I didn't let him fuck me." Hermione's mouth dropped open and she blushed furiously. "And he got mad at me because I said I didn't want to do it just so he could prove his dominance." There was a lengthy pause. "And sent me back here."

"Good for you, saying no, Harry. I've always been a firm believer in waiting until marriage to go below the belt-"

"We've done...other stuff," Harry said, blushing. Hermione blushed too.

"Oh."

"But I just didn't want to last night, it just didn't feel right and-"

Hermione seemed to have regained her composure. "Well that's good too, Harry, you shouldn't do anything until you're ready. Malfoy really had no right to get mad at you."

"What do you think I should do? Should I apologize? I feel really weird, knowing he's mad at me, I just hate it. I don't know. I feel like everything is messed up."

Hermione let out a little laugh. "It's so weird, hearing you say this about Malfoy. I mean, he used to be mad at you all the time. And now you hate having him mad at you for like, three minutes."

"Should I apologize?"

"Honestly, Harry, I don't think you should. Malfoy's stubborn, but if you show him exactly what he's missing, I think he'll realize he doesn't want to be fighting with you."

"What do you mean, show him what he's missing?"

"Well, you know what he was doing in the Great Hall yesterday?" Harry grinned at the thought. "You know. Show him what he's missing."

Harry looked at Hermione. "I wouldn't expect you to be telling me that; you're supposed to be the prude one, aren't you?"

"Oh, I still am, don't worry. Sometimes these fan fiction authors get confused and write us completely OOC, and even when they try to write us IC they can't really capture our spirit the way JKR does, and sometimes get messed up, like right now. Don't you think?"

Harry looked at her oddly. "Okay."

"All the same Harry, what happened last night isn't okay. Ron and I were worried about you, and-" She leaned forward conspiratorially – "Ron thinks something is going on with you. I tried to head him off, but I don't know if it worked. So be careful, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Hermione." They hugged. Dean and Seamus chose this moment to skip down the stairs, holding hands and looking gayer than George Michael in a sailor suit (they're definitely dating). They eyed Harry and Hermione suspiciously and walked out the portrait hole, conversing in whispers.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked.

"They probably think we've gotten together behind Ron's back or something and are hiding it from everyone." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Like we'd wake up early to fool around."

Harry laughed. "Want to go get breakfast?"

"Sounds good." They walked out together and went to eat. Ron joined them about fifteen minutes later, looking quite rumpled.

"Where the hell were you last night? The party was awesome."

"I stopped on the way back from the showers to watch the sun set and fell asleep."

Ron snorted. "Look at that. The Quidditch captain doesn't even attend his own victory party. You won! 6 years straight of beating Malfoy to the Snitch! Bloody git," he added as an afterthought. Harry gulped quite visibly, but Ron didn't notice.

"Breakfast sure is great today!" Hermione said cheerfully, purposefully changing the subject. Ron gave her an odd look.

"It's the same as any other day..."

"Oh, I just must think it's very good!" She let out a high pitched giggle. Harry cringed. Hermione sounded like she was on acid.

"Ready for Potions today? I bet Snape's going to be just looking for an excuse to take fifty points from Gryffindor again, like he does every single class. In fact, I don't even know why I'm mentioning it, because it happens so often," Harry declared.

"And YOU have to work with MALFOY!" Ron said, sniggering. "I don't know why he paired you together. Everyone else has a good partner."

"Snape just hates me, doesn't he?" Harry said. Internally, he was wondering how to make it through Potions without talking to Malfoy at all. Or maybe he could give Malfoy a taste of his own medicine...yes, he grinned evilly. This could be fun.

Whilst the Troika was masticating their dead unborn baby roosters, Draco was sitting in his private bedroom, brooding. He felt so bad about what happened; he didn't want Harry to think it was all about sex. But wait! That's all it was supposed to be, wasn't it? Draco wasn't supposed to actually care about Harry. Draco heard Taking Back Sunday, his favorite muggle band, playing in the background and he just loved the lyrics of this song, that he heard somehow since electronics don't work in Hogwarts. But it was still playing, from something.

I'd never lie to you

Unless I had to, I'll do what I got to

Unless I had to, I'll do what I got to

The truth is you could slit my throat

And with my one last gasping breath

I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt

How those lyrics relate to this story, nobody has any idea, but God dammit, Draco likes them because the author likes them, and Draco is listening to them. He sang along softly, because yes, Draco sings, too. He didn't know what to do. His obligation to his family and the Dark Lord. The money. His eventual marriage to Pansy. All these things used to be important to him, but now only one thing seemed important.

Harry.

He knew he wasn't supposed to care about Harry. He was a Malfoy, for God's sake. Malfoys don't care about ANYTHING. Malfoys just marry pretty rich girls and have babies and become Dark Lord supporters. Harry was supposed to be just for sex. But he wasn't. And that was the problem. Draco didn't know what to do. Should he apologize for acting like a dick? Malfoys don't apologize, he reminded himself. But he hadn't been acting much like a Malfoy lately anyways. Sometimes Draco wondered if anyone would miss him if he was gone. His heart clenched as he realized Harry would probably miss him. Harry cared about him. Harry wanted him to be good and do everything he could do. Draco felt a tear slip down his cheek. Harry was everything he ever needed. He just hadn't known before. Draco couldn't believe he had got mad at Harry about Quidditch. It seemed so unimportant now. But his Malfoy pride was keeping him from apologizing. Oh God, the angst. He sighed and walked to Potions.

Harry took his seat next to Malfoy, who was already sitting there, smirking. Harry pulled his quill and his book out of his bag while he waited for Snape to begin the lesson. He noticed Malfoy watching him out of the corner of his eye and began to trail his feather quill oh-so-slowly down his neck. He noticed Malfoy's eyes open wide and his mouth drop open a little. Harry struggled not to smile. He dropped the quill on the desk and wiped at the corner of his mouth with his index finger, then took the finger slightly into his mouth and sucked on it gently. He heard Malfoy's breathing rate increase.

Just then Snape started class. He droned on about some enlargement potion they were making and then everyone got up to get ingredients. Neither Harry nor Draco moved, save Harry's finger returning to his mouth. He glanced over at Draco through his eyelashes and asked coyly, "Aren't you going to get the ingredients?"

Draco merely smirked and replied, "I don't know what game you're playing, Potter, but I'm not falling for it." And he got up to get the ingredients.

"Oh, and by the way," Snape added unpleasantly, "We have a new student in class today. She's an American exchange student who enjoys music, Lord of the Rings, and writing slash. Her name is Kaytlyn, she is loosely based on the author, and will probably become a good friend to both Harry and Draco on the journey through their relationship while she writes about it, or else she might be killed off by the end of this chapter so the author doesn't get too annoyed. Let's give her a warm welcome."

There was a huge round of applause for Kaytlyn, who materialized out of nowhere, batted her long, luxurious eyelashes flirtatiously and flipped her strawberry blonde hair out of her face to reveal large, light blue eyes. All the guys in the room immediately got hard except for Harry and Draco, who were far too distracted by their own angsty homosexual teenage problems to care much about hot American chicks.

"Like, I just wanted to thank you guys for being, like, so nice! Hehehe! OMFG your accents are SOOOOOOOO cute! I just want to like listen to you talk all day long! Okay, and WTF is like going on with these uniforms? They are, like, so rock! Rock on, guys!" She giggled loudly and, ignoring the incredulous stares of the girls and Snape, sat down in between Crabbe and Goyle, who stared stupidly at her.

Harry and Draco set to making the potion without talking much. Then, when it was simmering again and everyone was paying attention to Kaytlyn, Draco said quietly, "Come to my room tonight."

Taken aback, Harry said, "Why? So you can yell at me and kick me out again?"

Draco rolled his eyes and smirked. "No. I just want...to talk to you. Away from everyone else."

Harry paused. "Umm. All right." They worked quietly for the rest of the class, which was uneventful until Neville blew up his cauldron and Kaytlyn somehow spilled her potion all over her chest, which immediately grew to too-large and quite disproportionate, but just made the guys want her more. She giggled and made a show of walking up to Snape to ask for the remedy, leaning over his desk and shoving her breasts together in his face. He was still staring at her incredulously.

The rest of the day was mostly uneventful. The Troika went to the rest of their classes with nothing major happening. Harry was pretty nervous about going to Draco's room; he didn't want Draco to flip shit again, but at the same time he didn't want to apologize when he hadn't done anything wrong. Finally, it was Time. On his way out of the portrait hole, he ran into Kaytlyn. She grinned broadly and flipped her hair.

"Hi, Harry!"

"Um, hi, Kaytlyn."

"Where are you headed at this hour?" She giggled loudly. Harry furrowed his brow. She was really odd.

"Uh, just taking a walk BY MYSELF, I guess. I really wanted to be ALONE."

"Listen Harry," she leaned forward conspiratorially, "I just want you to know that you shouldn't be ashamed of being gay. Lots of guys in this school are. You, Malfoy, Seamus, Dean, Professor Snape, Blaise Zabini. I mean, it's like almost as normal as being straight! Hehehehe!"

Harry just looked at her. "What?"

"Even if you are having an illicit relationship with Draco Malfoy and you guys got into a fight and you don't want to apologize, I think you should do it anyways. Draco's SOOOOOOOOOO hawt and you don't want to give that up." She tried to wink, but it just ended up looking gross.

"Uh, okay, Kaytlyn. Thanks."

"OMFG anytime cutie pie! I LUV your accent, have I told you?"

"Yours is...nice...too..."

"THANKS! Okay, see ya later hun!" She scrunched up her nose and giggled again and walked off in a different direction. Harry wondered briefly what the hell was wrong with her while he walked to Draco's room.

He knocked on the door and again it opened without anyone touching it. Draco was (unfortunately) fully clothed this time and laying on the bed, reading. He didn't even look up when Harry walked in, and Harry stood awkwardly in the doorway for at least two full minutes until Draco carefully placed his bookmark in the book and closed it.

"Hi."

"Hi. Listen, Draco-"

"Come sit by me."

"Okay. What I wanted to say was-"

"I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, I know. I was trying to-"

"I think we should stop seeing each other."

Harry sat, stunned, and Draco held his face in check for a minute before bursting out laughing. "Sorry, Harry, I couldn't resist, the look on your face! Priceless!"

"Draco, that was really OOC. Not to mention mean."

"I know. Anyways, I was thinking this morning while I was listening to TBS-"

"What's TBS?"

"It's a muggle band that I like. I would think you would know that. Anyways-"

"You listen to muggle music?"

"So?"

"That's really OOC. Even more than the fake break up."

"This entire fic is OOC, Harry. Otherwise we never would have got to be friends in that detention."

Harry paused. "Oh. You're right. Please go on."

"I was thinking and God, Harry, I really care about you. I'm – sorry for being such a dick." He said the last part very quickly.

Harry looked deeply moved, and his eyes filled with tears. "Draco, I really care about you too!" He said this as if it were a new revelation.

"Oh, Harry!" Draco cried, pulling the raven haired, green eyed, skinny bespectacled boy into a deep, passionate kiss that left volcanoes erupting and earthquakes happening all over the world. The boys kissed and kissed and Harry soon reached to pull Draco's shirt off. Draco responded in kind, flinging their clothes into a pile on the floor. Soon (edited). Harry and Draco (edited) and soon were lying breathless, but quite satisfied, on the bed.

"Oh, Draco. I'm so glad you understand about me wanting to wait. I don't want to be a prude but we haven't even been together that long and-"

"Shh, Harry, it's okay. But I wanted to tell you...I think I'm falling in love with you."

Harry's mouth dropped open; he was surprised, but he knew he felt the same. "Draco, I think I'm falling in love with you too." They kissed passionately again.

Meanwhile, back in the Common Room...

"Where the hell is Harry?"

"I don't know, dear." Hermione shifted uncomfortably.

Ron's face lit up, as though he had been struck by something. "I bet he's fooling around with that exchange student Kaytlyn! I'd bet anything! And who could blame him? God, she's hot!"

"Excuse me?" Hermione cried indignantly.

Ron had the grace to look ashamed. "I mean, nothing on you, of course."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I have an idea – why don't you stay here in case he comes back, and I'll go look for him."

Meanwhile, back in Draco's Private Room...

"I should probably go back, or Ron will freak out and suspect something."

Draco rolled his eyes and smirked. "Stupid Weasel."

"Don't call him that. It's so mean."

Draco didn't respond, and Harry sat up, planning on getting dressed. Then he felt a long finger run down his spine and shivered. "Oooh, Draco..."

"Come back to bed, silly." Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him down again. He kissed Harry's neck, slowly licking and nipping at it, working his way down Harry's chest, while Harry squirmed beneath him.

"Oh God, Draco..."

Draco (edited) and Draco smirked and wiped his mouth.

"Mmmm. Thank you." Harry pulled Draco up for a...salty...kiss. "But I really should go back."

"Okay." Draco kissed him again. Harry got up and began getting dressed while Draco watched, propping his head up with his hand. Harry bent down for one last kiss and Draco made it very long and enjoyable. Harry grinned and left, feeling a bit dizzy, and Draco grinned, feeling very self-satisfied.

On his way back, Harry ran into Hermione, who looked a bit crazy. "Were you with Draco again?" she scolded, but she was looking around madly.

"Yes...what's wrong?"

"What? Nothing, nothing." She ducked suddenly and then grabbed Harry's hand. "Let's go back. Ron's worried." They hurried away. Harry was confused. Were females always this weird?

They got back to the common room and relaxed on the couch with Ron. Hermione kept looking around crazily. Five minutes later Colin Creevey came bursting in. Where he had been before, nobody knows.

"Did you hear? Did you hear? That American exchange student Kaytlyn was eaten by the Giant Squid!"

Gasps came from all around the common room. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. "You know what this means, don't you? It has something to do with Voldemort."

Ron squeaked and Hermione nodded wildly, her eyes darting back and forth. "Yeah...must have been...Voldemort..."

"Hermi, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing! I'm going to bed! Terrible news about Kaytlyn! Terrible! Must've been Voldie!" She got up and ran off. Harry and Ron just looked at each other and shrugged. Man, girls were fucked up.

A/N: Kaytlyn's not really based on ME, per se. Just all the annoying 10 year olds that think they can write porn between them and Harry, who are lumped into "the author" category. Really, I'm much more of a sarcastic bitch than her. And that name just names me giggle (sorry if it's anyone's name. But there are just a lot of y's).

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Twas quite fun to write, especially Kaytlyn (hee hee). So let's see...next time: Pansy and Blaise make an appearance, Harry tries to decide if he's "ready," Hermione is hiding something (can you guess what?), and Ron "confronts" Harry. Oh yeah, and Harry and Draco do stuff. :P

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