A/N: You all make me squeal. You make me hot all over. Look how pleased you'll be. I've updated in ONE FREAKING DAY, AND THERE'S A NOTE!

Disclaimer: Shut the hell up! Who's going to sue me? Do you think the lovely loins from which Harry Potter sprang often read looking for the stories without disclaimers?

Chapter Two

Draco roughly brushed past Harry in the busy hallway on the way to Charms.

"Watch where you're going, Potter!" spat Draco angrily.

"Watch yourself, Malfoy! I know you have to do everything else yourself."

"Fuck off, Potter," Draco said, before turning around and continuing on his way, making sure to keep his scowl firmly in place.

Once Harry had turned a corner, he opened his fist and looked at the tiny square of parchment lying in his palm.

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To My Loverbitch,

I'll be so excited once you really become my bitch. Wait, that's not important now. What's important now, is…no wait. It's always the sex. Sex is always important. Especially when I'm dating the hottest little piece of ass in Hogwarts. Why the fuck is our school named 'Hogwarts'? It's disgusting! We may as well have called it 'Slugshit'.

But that's not what this letter is about. This letter is about our public image. Tsk. What's the matter with you? Are you embarrassed that you love me? Are you ashamed of me? HUH? IS THAT IT? Oh, that couldn't be it. I'm just lovely. Well, my point is, as hot as it is to be in a Secret Relationship, in which we snog in broom closets and encode secret messages in passionate 'fights' and smile at each other only when nobody else is looking, I really want to tell people about us. I hate keeping secrets. It makes me feel like we're ashamed or something. I want to be noticed! I want to be talked about. I want people to know that you're mine. Damn it, let's go! It can't be that hard. I know you're 'straight' and everything, but they have to know sometime, don't they? I just don't want everyone to figure it out and start freaking out before we're ready. I want it to be on our terms, you know?

Okay. For some reason, I don't want to lose you, so if you want to stay private for a while, then I'll suck it up. (GODS! Don't be so dirty!)

Let's fuck,

Your one and only sweetheart

P.S. Seriously. I'm going to get in your pants, Harry.

Harry grinned. Ahh…Draco in his pants….Oh, damn.

When Harry came back from the washroom, he read over the note again and bit his lip. Draco had been asking him if they could go public for a while now. But, but…but come on now! It wasn't that easy! The entire wizarding world would hear about this! Suddenly he's gay, suddenly he's dating the boy for whom he'd showed public disgust and hatred for years? The son of a Death Eater? That wouldn't look good on his resume. Oh, but he didn't want to keep it a secret either. Not really. It's just that it would be so hard to tell people. Harry was scared. Yeah, that's right. Heroes can be scared too, you know.

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Hermione scrutinized Harry in Potions class, watching him scribble furiously, his brow faintly creased. He stopped writing for a moment, ran a hand through his jet-black locks, and hesitated a moment before placing the quill back in action. Obviously he wasn't taking notes, or he wouldn't be concentrating so hard. This was Potions…Harry must be feeling quite daring today.

Hermione shook her head and realized she'd just missed at least three important points about the dangers of Polyjuice Potion. Tsk. She fell out of her thoughts and back into the colder, more logical world of Professor Snape.

Yes, Harry was feeling daring. If Snape caught him not paying attention, which he probably would, he'd be in detention again. Although, last time he had detention it hadn't really been an unpleasant experience at all. After all, it had led him to Draco…Draco Malfoy, his ex. Ex-nemesis, that is. How he and the blonde had become a couple, he still wasn't sure. How could anyone possibly be so charming as to change his sexuality in the span of a few days? Or to pull him over the line between love and hate in one kiss? Still, he'd stood with one foot on each side of that line for quite a while. It was really a very skinny line. Because hate is passion, you see. Harry giggled silently at that last line. How cliché. How cheesy. Harry kind of liked cheese.

But where were we? Ah yes. Mr. Potter was showing blatant disregard for Snape and his ridiculous lesson (in which he was throwing Harry many pointed glares) on Polyjuice Potion. And Harry was risking public humiliation and a wasted Saturday night for only one reason. The reason was staring blankly at Snape, quill over parchment, but not touching it. The reason was daydreaming. Harry smirked.

You see, Harry was writing a note. A response to Draco's plea.

Fuck. Everyone was looking at him. Didn't I tell you he'd be caught? Harry looked up at Snape, who was wearing a look of fake expectation. He ventured a glance at Draco, and saw him smirking (surprise, surprise), but with amusement in his eyes. Harry flicked his eyebrows up and down once at his…boyfriend, before turning back to the greasy Potions Master.

"Well Potter? Do you know the answer?"

"I'm fairly certain that the answer is a million, sir."

"No, Potter."

"Not a million?"

"Boomslang skin."

"I was just a few hundred off, then."

"Potter, I highly suggest paying attention in class, and saving the poetry for later. Perhaps it could help bring up your dismal grades. Perhaps. It may not matter if you pay attention, due to your incredible inaptitude for the precise science I teach here. I suppose we shall never know."

"Tsk. I suppose not, Professor."

"Looks like I'll be seeing more of your famous features on Saturday, Potter."

"Are you asking me out, Professor?"

"Make that every Saturday for a month."

Harry wisely decided not to say anything else, for fear of hanging by his tongue by a ceiling fan, but he grinned at Ron, Dean, and Seamus, who were snickering appreciatively. He also snuck a smile to Draco, who tried to hide his immense pride. Perhaps one day there would be no need for sneaking or hiding. Malfoys do not sneak. Or hide. Malfoys create excitement. Malfoys are conversation starters. Malfoys get what they want, and they get it in the best way possible.

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