Disclaimer: JK Rowling stole Harry Potter from me! No, of course not. It's actually hers, no matter how much I wish it was mine.

A/N: Back from Popular Demand

Draco released a breath he was holding. "So… What now?"

Harry shrugged. "I've never done anything like this before."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never… dated a guy, let alone my arch-rival. Or, ex-arch-rival now?"

"Ex," Draco said softly.

Harry nodded, standing up to look eye-to-eye with someone he could no longer hate. Not after what happened… Even if neither of them could remember it. He felt a longing to touch Draco's lips with his own, just to remember. He felt cheated out of a memory he should have. No one should feel like that. Sometimes, he just hated magic.

"Maybe we should give this a try," Harry said softly, taking Draco's hands in his own. The hands held were smooth and cold. Harry supposed they were only cold because of the weather they stood in, but they were smooth. Draco must take care of his hands, he reasoned.

"You know, Potter—"

"Harry. Call me Harry now."

"You know, Harry, I've known you for five years, but I don't think I know the slightest thing about you."

Harry smiled. "Well, that's going to change, isn't it?"

Draco nodded, and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "What's your favorite color, Harry? And if you say red, I'm going to rethink this relationship."

Harry chuckled. "No, it's not red. It's green." Draco looked up.

"Why green?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"It's just because. Do I need a reason for everything?"

Draco wrinkled his nose. "No, I suppose not," he said.

"Do I need a reason to kiss you?" Harry asked, raising his voice to sound like a young schoolgirl.

"You git," Draco laughed as he punched Harry lightly on the arm.

The laughter stopped as their eyes met. Draco swallowed hard. "You don't need a reason to kiss me," he said nervously. This would be his real first kiss with Harry. Damn his memory for allowing him to forget the actual first one.

Harry's grin grew wider, and Draco saw the dimples it caused. "God, I love your dimples, Harry."

The comment was too random for Harry to handle, and instead of their lips joining, like Draco wanted, Harry laughed. "What's so funny, Potter?"

"That… That was just… So random," he laughed. "I'm sorry," he said, breathing deeply in hopes his laughing would cease. He took Draco's chin in his hand. "Do you still want to kiss me?" he asked.

And, Draco never answered. His hands grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulled him so close so fast, that Harry's mind didn't register that Draco was kissing him until a moment after it happened. When Harry finally did realize that the most wonderful event was taking place just right now, he responded the only way he knew how: he kissed back.

As the snow started to fall, they pulled away, catching their breaths. "My Gods, Potter, I didn't think you could kiss like that."

"I told you to call me Harry, Malfoy."

Draco winced. "Okay, you made your point, Harry. I just thought it could be a pet name, or something…"

Harry shook his head. "You can give me a pet name, if you want. Just… make it original, okay? I can't stand the idea of you shouting 'POTTER!' in bed."

Draco threw a snowball at Harry. "I don't want to think of being in bed with you, yet," he said smirking. What a wonderful smirk. "Considering you went from enemy to boyfriend overnight, I don't want to move too fast."

"I was only giving a reason."

"I know," Draco said, a mischievous smile growing on his face. He sat down in the snow, lugging Harry down with him. Although, he didn't anticipate that Harry would land on top of him like that, but Draco didn't mind. Now Harry's hands lay on either side of Draco's pale blonde locks.

"I've always wanted to lye on someone like this."

"Shut up and kiss me, Cupcake."

Harry was about to comply to Draco's wishes when he realized what Draco just called him. "Cupcake?" he said, doubtfully.

"I'm trying to find a pet name that suits you."

"I don't think Cupcake works."

"I don't either."

"Good."

"Can you kiss me now?"

"Yes, Draco," Harry said before lowering his head to place his lips upon Draco's once more. Harry's tongue asked for entry a moment later, and Draco's lips parted slightly. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair to witness the smooth silkiness of it. His mind cheered when he realized Harry's hair wasn't going to be naturally wild after this. Once again, they parted to breathe.

"I'm getting hungry," Draco said at last. Harry couldn't help but think other, uh, meanings those words could have, and those thoughts seemed to show on his face. "Don't get any dirty thoughts, now, Harry," he said as he stood up. He began to walk away, swing his hips playfully to catch Harry's attention. Harry rolled his eyes and laughed, running to catch up with his new boyfriend.

"Harry," Draco said as he stopped walking.

"Yeah?"

"How are we going to tell everyone about us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Gods, Harry, you can't be that stupid." Draco's eyes widened. He didn't mean to call Harry stupid! "Sorry, Harry! I didn't mean that! It's just… I'm just thinking about our situation. How will people react? Should we wait, and then tell everyone? What should we do?"

Harry remained silent for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. If they walked into the Great Hall together, hand in hand, then everything would be out in the open, and they wouldn't have to sneak around. However, it would be a huge shock. Perhaps their friends deserved some warning, at least. Besides, none of his friends knew he was gay. He never needed to tell them before because, well, he never actually liked a guy before. Of course, he knew that he swung the "wrong" way, but he never bothered to tell Ron and Hermione just because he never actually had proof that he liked the same gender—such as having a boyfriend. Although, he's only had one girlfriend that lasted for a short period of time, so maybe they suspect already?

"I think," Harry began, "that we should get our friends used to the idea before going public."

"I think you're right, Sugarplum."

"You know what? I think I actually like that one."

"You know what? Me too," Draco said, rubbing his head against Harry's neck. Draco purred.

"That tickles!" Harry said, trying to shove his laughter down his throat, but not succeeding. "I love it when you purr, though," he said more seriously.

Draco grinned and kissed Harry softly on the lips. "I'll see you later, Sugarplum," he said before he turned to leave. He suddenly turned around again. "I'll try to get my friends used to the idea of me possibly being with you by 'starting' to get a crush on you. It should work."

"I'll do the same," he replied.

Harry and his boyfriend then separated as they reached the Great Hall. The blonde haired boy went to his friends and the dark haired boy went to his. They couldn't help but glance at each other all through lunch, blushing each time like a bunch of schoolgirls.

Hermione watched her friend closely. No, not Ron, Ron wasn't acting unusual, but Harry? Harry should have returned to normal after that little spat this morning. He doesn't stay angry long. Well, his anger seemed to have left, but he seemed… out of it today. He barely paid heed to his food. Sometimes, his fork missed his mouth altogether. She, at first, thought the potion was faulty because how could Harry possibly like Draco? But, Ron came on to her last night, which is normal anyway because they're dating, but it shows that the potion worked the way it should have. And, honestly, she was pleased. It proved Ron's attraction for her. Then, again, it didn't seem to work in Harry's favor. Draco and Harry have hated each other for years, but now? Now she wasn't so sure.

"Harry?" she began, "is there something you'd like to tell us?"

A/N: Okay, so Hermione did think the potion might be faulty, but now Harry's acting odd. Dun dun dun!

Actually, after I wrote this, I thought about changing the plot, but lucky for you guys, I hadn't gotten the chance to reread it until about a week after, and I loved this chapter too much to go to waste; so voila, I changed my plot once more to suit this chapter.

And, do you think the story's moving too fast? Or is it okay?

Also, thanks to all my reviewers! (except the one that didn't like slash…) Merry Holidays! And, in spirit of the holidays, would anyone like to review? Honestly, I'm a review whore, so I don't mind. ;)