Chapter 2

Author's note – I blame this on too much vodka, loud music and dried strawberries!

Disclaimer – I don't own anything. Not even vodka. I finished it. It was sad. But, at this moment, I don't own any characters in this story.

Just for you Ronnie!

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As Ron burst into the Gryffindor common room he saw Harry come down the stairs in a daze, clutching a letter. Noticing that Harry was about to fall down the stairs, he gave out a shout, but Harry still fell. Sniggering, Ron saw that Harry was still holding the letter to his chest. After he helped him stand he said "So why were you in such a daze mate? Did someone hex you? Or are you in loooove?" Harry wordlessly handed the letter to Ron. After he had read it, Ron fell back into one of the common room chairs. "But…who do you think its from?" he asked. Harry shook his head. "I don't know…I have some hopes," here he grinned, "buy I have no idea." Ron laughed at the hopeful expression on his friend's face.

Harry turned to see the Fat Lady's portrait swing open, and stood up to see who had entered the Gryffindor common room. Ron turned to see what was happening when he saw Harry turn around, and saw that it was Hermione. Jumping up to meet her he gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, and then the two of them gripped hands and faced Harry. Ron cleared his throat "um, Harry, me and Hermione," here Hermione poked him in the ribs, "I mean Hermione and I, we kinda started dating over the holidays. " Well it's about time you two," Harry said with a grin, "everyone else saw it coming – Fred and George told me to watch out for it two years ago!" And with that he strode out of the common room, leaving the two lovers with very confused expressions on their faces.

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Who could the letter be from? Bloody hell…I can't work it out. I hope its Draco. Merlin, I hope its Draco. But its not like he would ever like me that way. I mean, he hates my guts, and takes pleasure in telling me so at least twice a day. Even if he doesn't hate me, he hates for everything I stand for. So in essence, it adds up to the same thing. And anyway…how would everyone react? I know Ron and Hermione would freak out. It took them long enough to accept I was gay. But, bloody hell! Ron and Hermione! I always knew that this would happen. It was just so obvious. But I can't believe that they didn't tell me sooner!

Here Harry stopped pacing, and realized that he was in the room of requirements. He also noticed that there was someone in there watching him. A very good looking, blond someone. Harry twisted to fully face Draco Malfoy and fell flat on his face as the rug twisted beneath his feet. "Good to see you too Potter," Draco drawled as he fought to keep a smile from gracing his features. If anyone had told him that Harry Potter would storm in on his private time and started pacing and gesturing like there was no tomorrow he would of smirked at them and walked away. But, it had now happened.

And then, as Harry looked up - from his position on the floor - the tension in the room seemed to increase hundredfold. Harry noticed how delicious Draco looked, and Draco realized just how happy he actually was to see Harry. The urge to kiss those full lips was overpowering. He wanted to spend the rest of his life losing himself in those emerald green eyes, and learn all the secrets buried behind them. Bloody hell, I really do love Harry Potter. Merlin save me! With this thought Draco's already pale skin paled even further. Harry stood up from where he had been leaning against the couch Draco had been sitting on. Cautiously, he moved towards Draco, not knowing if his concern was welcome. Shit, I hope I don't completely screw this up. What if he hates me even more? I know he's gay…but…ah, bugger it. Harry gently touched Draco's cheek. When Harry's hand met Draco's cheek the two boys felt the electricity pass between them. "Draco, are…are you alright?" he hesitantly asked. "Yes Potter, I am fine." Draco drawled, "and, as touching as your concern is, please remove your hand from my cheek. I don't want to catch anything." With an almost imperceptible sigh, Harry turned to leave. But Draco's voice stopped him. "Potter. Stop. I need yo- I mean, I need to ask you something." Idiot! You almost told him how you feel. That can never happen. Feelings mean vulnerability. And if you are vulnerable you are weak. Harry felt a shiver run up his spine. Don't look too eager you dunce. Turn slowly. Wipe that stupid smile off your face. Harry slowly turned to face Draco, then "Yes Malfoy?" he softly asked. Draco paused, stuck. He hadn't expected a reply, so he didn't really know what to ask.

"Harry…why did you come here tonight?"

Sorry to stop…but Harry's explanation is kinda long, so this was the best place to stop.