A/N: Thank you for the reviews! They really and truly bring forth squeals of joy from my mouth and put me in the throws of ecstasy.

So, I've just made my decision. I'm going to make them do it. –nervous giggle- oh gods. Are you excited now? I'm a little bit afraid, but at the same time excited. My palms get sweaty just thinking about it. All right, well it's a few chapters away. The last chapter will be The One in Which Harry and Draco Shag. Just thought I'd let you know. I like to keep you all posted on my plans for the future.

Disclaimer: Not mine, loves.

Chapter Six

Harry was lying in bed peacefully, lids half open, vaguely taking in the soft pale morning light swirling dust in front of him. He wondered when it was he'd have to get out of bed. Suddenly his bed curtains were ripped back and he felt a warm pressure over his mouth which hindered his ability to yell, as his instincts wished. Then a weight sank into his stomach and his hangings were closed again by this bodiless intrusion.

His mouth was free again.

"Merlin, you nearly made me wet myself," Harry whispered as he watched Draco appear, straddling him, his invisibility cloak in his hand.

"Ew," Draco said shortly.

"Don't worry, I'm dry."

"Aw, well we'll have to fix that, won't we," Draco murmured as he leaned down and began kissing Harry's neck. "It's a good thing you left this with me. Certainly made things easier," he said as he let the cloak slide from his fingers. They were needed elsewhere.

"Draco, stop that! It's— people are awake! What if someone sees?"

"There's nobody in here except Longbottom, and he's fast asleep. Everyone else is downstairs already. I saw them when I came in," the boy explained quickly, before re-attaching his lips to Harry's lovely skin.

Harry started to protest, but then Draco brought his lips from Harry's neck to his mouth, and a moan issued deep in the boy's throat instead.

"Well— well at least put up a silencing charm!" squealed Harry.

Draco put his mouth to Harry's ear and muttered into it in a voice that made Harry's brain momentarily shut down;

"No."

"Oh, you're horrible."

"Shuttey. You like it."

Harry grinned.

"I love waking up like this."

"And I love waking you up like this. You're just so cute with your bed-head and— oh wait. Your hair looks like that all the time."

"Aren't you just so witty?"

"Yes."

"I wish I still hated you."

"No, you don't."

Harry's startlingly green eyes looked up into Draco's grey ones for a moment. Oh gods was he pretty. Draco reached out a pale hand and swept Harry's dark hair off of his forehead, revealing the famed lightning bolt scar. He ran a long thin finger along the length of it. It was remarkable, really, Draco mused. Harry shuddered a little under his touch. He looked back into Harry's face and smiled. Then he bent low and placed a sweet, soft kiss directly on the lightning shaped mark. Harry inhaled sharply. Nobody had ever touched his scar before. Stared at it, sure. Revered it and respected it in some twisted way, yes. But never touched it with such affection as Draco was doing now. They were all afraid of it. It made Harry different. It was a mark of power and uniqueness so strong that it was now a veritable symbol of his fame and his life story. It had been put there by the clashing of two opposite forces; not good and evil, as one might immediately and unthinkingly assume, but love and hate.

Harry sighed and smiled up at his boyfriend. Draco smiled back.

The hangings of Harry's bed were ripped open once again, revealing a rather nervous-looking Ron. Well, nervous-looking until he took in the sight before him; Draco Malfoy, sitting atop Harry's hips, both boys with swollen lips and looking like deer in headlights, staring at him.

Ron let out an extremely high-pitched sort of gurgle before spinning around and pressing his palms hard into his eyes, perhaps hoping to squeeze the unwanted memory out of them.

Draco came out of his shock first and snickered.

Harry hit him.

Then Harry sniggered, too.

Ron squeaked in horror again.

"Erm, Ron?"

Ron grunted, still refusing to turn around.

"Are you going to leave, or did you have something to say to me?"

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you please, erm…separate?"

Both Harry and Draco laughed.

"Really, Weasley, you should consider yourself lucky you didn't come in a minute later," remarked Draco with a smirk.

A scream from Ron and a scandalized yet delighted sort of sound from Harry.

"Ron, no! He's kidding," said Harry, pushing Draco off of himself. "Okay okay. We're separate. Now can you speak to me?"

Ron slowly and cautiously turned around, hands still covering his face. Then, seeing Draco sitting safely beside Harry, he exhaled and looked to his best friend.

"Well, erm, really I only came to wake you up. Hermione told me to come make sure we got started on our homework."

Harry rolled his eyes and Draco laughed.

Ron, too, grinned sheepishly and put his hands up in a gesture of desperation, shockingly, showing some amount of comfort around his best friend and his boyfriend.

"Oh, and I wanted to ask you if you were going to go to that party."

"What party?" asked Harry, glancing at Draco, who shrugged.

"Oh, haven't you heard?" asked Ron. "A bunch of Ravenclaws are throwing a party."

"What for?" demanded Draco.

"For nothing." Ron grinned. "Does there have to be a reason, Malfoy, for fun?"

Harry chuckled. Draco raised an eyebrow delicately and opened his mouth to retort, but Harry noticed this and cut him off.

"I dunno, Ron. I'll probably go."

"Er…with…?" Ron glanced at Draco questioningly.

"Oh…erm…" Harry trailed off, looking at Draco, who just smirked at him.

"Yes, Harry, whatever do you plan to do?" asked the blonde, with a tone of mock sweetness and innocence.

Harry groaned.

SCENEBREAKSCENEBREAKSCENEBREAKSCENEBREAKSCENEBREAK

Please, Harry? Please please please? It's perfect! Everyone will see at once, and we don't have to explain ourselves thousands of times, and it will be so hot!

Read the note in Harry's hands, just slid over the floor from Draco. They had been passing the same bit of parchment over all lesson (History of Magic, of course; the best place for not!learning), and it was covered in scrawled pleading and anger and forgiveness and stubbornness and affection, all together in alternating handwriting.

Harry scribbled a response and sent it back.

Nyyahh! You are stupid. It's a good thing you have your looks.

Draco picked up the note and replied:

Harry, you're the one that's being stupid. We've been a secret for a month and a half! I really think that we can do it now, okay? If you refuse me once again, fear my wrath. Now, I am going to ask you one last time; will you dance with me?

Harry sighed. He massaged his temples for a moment, as he was feeling a headache coming on.

Okay.

A/N: Woots. There you have it. Two chapters left! If you truly have feelings for me, you'll review.