Chapter 2-The Agreement
"Are you ok, mate?" Ron asked at breakfast with a worried look.
Harry looked up from his toast for the first time.
"Not really, yesterday after I left the Great Hall Dra…Malfoy pulled me into a classroom."
"He what?"
"Yeah, and he started talking and things got out of hand and I…well…I almost kissed him."
"You…you almost kissed Draco Malfoy? Your enemy, Draco Malfoy," Ron said with a shocked look on his face.
"I always knew you two kids would hook up," Hermione said behind the paper, hiding a very smug look.
"We didn't hook up. We almost hooked up."
"Well that's not much better is it?"
"Shut up," Harry whispered into his toast.
After a few minutes a note zoomed across the Great Hall and hit Harry right in the middle of his forehead.
"Ow!" He exclaimed as he rubbed his head and reached for the note, which had landed inches away from Ron's oatmeal.
Harry carefully undid the tidily folded note and read its contents.
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry about last night. I don't know what came over me. Of course, I don't think it was just me, I think you have feelings for me that aren't exactly hate. I want to meet you again, just to talk. I, however, don't know of a spot where we could be alone. I think you can agree that we both have images to retain.
Waiting patiently,
Draco
"Hermione, can I borrow a quill for a second?"
"Sure," Hermione said as she dug through her extremely full bag. "Here you go Harry."
"Thanks."
Harry quickly scribbled back the location of the Room of Requirement and that Draco should meet him at 11 o'clock that night. He then flew it back to Draco hitting him directly in the middle of his forehead, 'Bulls eye.'
At ten-thirty Harry wrapped himself in the cloak and snuck out of the Gryffindor common room. He arrived at the Room of Requirement a few minutes later, passed by three times not sure of what he would need and entered when the door appeared. He walked in to find a red couch in front of a fireplace and a rather large red bed in the very back (with drawn silver curtains). The colors looked nice together Harry had to admit.
He made sure to leave the door open a crack so Draco could find it easily. He arrived twenty minutes later, 'Right on time, impressive.'
"Close the door so no one can come in."
"I don't take orders from students," Draco said with a drawl, but he closed the door anyway.
"So you wanted to talk," Harry said as Draco sat on the other end of the couch.
"Yeah, I wanted to talk about last night."
"What about last night?"
"I want to know what you think about me."
"Well that's a little different than talking about last night isn't it?"
"Yes, but I want to know where you stand before we start talking about it."
"Oh, well, we have always been enemies," Harry said timidly, turning to Draco. "Or at least that's always what I thought."
"That is what I thought, too, until this summer." Draco turned towards Harry and dropped his head. "For some reason this summer I felt that I needed to see you, badly. I don't know I can't explain it," Draco looked at Harry for the first time that night and for a second Harry was caught in his piercing grey eyes.
"I know the feeling," Harry whispered dropping his head so Draco couldn't see him blush. "Ever since Hermione made it apparent that she was trying to set us up I've felt that I need to see you," Harry looked up, "to be around you." He moved a little closer to Draco. 'And now I can't resist you, with your deep grey eyes. No! I can't! It's to sudden.'
It was too late; Draco had closed the gap between them and was kissing Harry gently. The gentility of the kiss faded and all that was left was hunger and lust. Harry pulled away quickly and stood up.
"No, Harry, don't run away again."
Harry could hear the pain in Draco's voice as he reached the door. He slowly turned to Draco, still sitting on the couch. He slowly stood up, walked over to Harry and embraced him warmly in his arms.
Harry awoke the next morning and realized that he was not in his normal four-poster bed in the Gryffindor Tower. As he looked around he also noticed that a dresser had been added to the room and that someone was lying next to him. As he brushed away the soft blonde hair he saw the high cheekbones and unmistakable Malfoy chin. He suddenly looked down afraid of what might have happened last night as most of the night was a blur.
'Oh, thank God! I still have my clothes on.' Harry thought as he rolled out of the bed and walked over to the dresser.
As he pulled the wooden doors open he was flashed with black, red, and green. The dresser had been filled with Slytherin and Gryffindor robes. In a drawer at the bottom he found a few of his shirts, pants and what he could only assume as a few of Draco's shirts and pants. The blonde lump on the bed moaned and rolled onto his back. When he saw Harry he immediately looked at his chest, checking to make sure his clothes were still on no doubt.
"Good morning," Harry said as he walked over to the bed and sat on it.
"Good morning," replied a sleepy Draco.
"Some of our clothes have been put in that dresser when you want to change."
"Thanks. Do you remember what happened last night?"
"I think I know about as much as you do, but I'm sure whatever happened didn't go below the waist."
"Listen, Harry, I think we…what?"
"You called me Harry."
"Oh," Draco blushed." Well I think we need to some kind of agreement."
"Agreement? Like what?"
"Well, stuff like, making out in public."
"What about it." Now it was Harry's turn to blush.
"Well I think we should keep a friend persona in public." Seeing the look on Harry's face Draco quickly finished with. "For now."
"Ok," Harry said glumly.
Draco made a few stupid faces which got Harry to laugh so they dressed in each others company and went down to the Great Hall for some late breakfast.