A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is shorter than the others, but I couldn't think of a better way to end it than where I did. (It's about 300 words shorter than the others). So, enjoy every word!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter + JK Rowling Not mine. Plot + Me Mine.

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

Hermione's words rang through his ears as he tried toread a chapter from their potions' book. He couldn't focus on the page in front of them. He kept thinking of what would've happened if he told her right there, "Draco and I are dating now." That wouldn't have turned out great, though. Something like this had to be planned. And now, Harry started to feel that something in the relationship wasn't right. He needed to think about that, too. Harry sighed.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked from across the table, who finished reading this chapter ages ago. She was working on the essay that came with the chapter right now.

"Just a lot on my mind," he replied.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Harry shook his head. "I'll tell you when I sort out my thoughts; promise," he said when he saw the look on her face. He knew she thought that he was being distant lately. It seemed, to her, that Harry finished his homework as quickly as possible only to disappear seconds later. This had been happening ever since she came back from her holiday with her parents. It's been two weeks now. What was also unusual was that Harry wasn't rushing today, so she had a chance to ask him questions.

"Could you put down your book? You're not reading it, anyway."

Crimson ran through Harry's cheeks. Hermione always knew. But, Harry did what she asked, and set his book on the table.

"Why are you acting so strange lately?" Harry gaped. Hermione usually had tact, but today, she just blurted her question out. This must have driven her crazy, having to wait to ask this for awhile, it seemed.

"I… can't tell you just yet," he said, lowering his eyes so they wouldn't meet hers.

"Harry… I-I thought you trusted me. I thought if I gave you time to tell me, you would. But you didn't, so I asked. What is so embarrassing that you couldn't tell me… or Ron? Yes," she started as she saw the look on Harry's face, "I've asked Ron. He doesn't know either."

"I'll tell you when I work things out," Harry said as his voice began to rise. "Trust me on that!" Harry took his book and went to his dormitory. Honestly, how many times did he have to repeat himself?

"Harry… I-I thought you trusted me."

"Harry, I thought you trusted me," mimicked to himself as he sat steaming on his bed. Maybe he should forget his homework and just see Draco. Draco always made him feel better. He leaned over to his night side table for some parchment and a pen.

Draco,

Meet me in the Room of Requirement

-Harry

He rolled the small piece of parchment into a small scroll. As he was about to leave his dorm to go to the owlery when he remembered that Hermione was still doing homework out there. She might interrogate him even further if he left, again.

Thinking of this, he went to his trunk and pulled out his invisibility cloak. He slipped it on, and left the Gryffindor Tower as quietly as his body would allow him.

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Harry and Draco sat alone in the Room of Requirement: The room that started it all. Currently, though, their minds weren't on that tiny fact. Their minds were… elsewhere.

Their lips pressed together hungrily. Draco felt slightly angry. He and Harry didn't have to sneak around during holidays because Granger and Weasley went to see family during the vacation, and Harry said he wanted to stay at Hogwarts. He said that politely, of course.

School started over two weeks ago, and they kept meeting less and less. Teachers gave out more homework than before, knowing that students should be rejuvenated after their two-week vacation. Ever since the break ended, Harry and Draco have only met about three times a week. A long time to go without a nice snog with your boyfriend.

"You should've just told Granger when she asked you," Draco said fiercely between kisses.

"It's not that easy," Harry replied. "You try and tell her," he said as he stopped kissing Draco. He didn't want to have this kind of conversation while he snogged with Draco.

"I know; I'm just grumpy I can't snog you anytime I want," he said as he went back in for another kiss.

Harry pouted when Draco's lips left his, but he decided the other option made him happy as well. Draco's lips now resided on his neck. Harry let out a small moan as Draco's fingers started unbuttoning Harry's t-shirt.

Then, Harry realized what was happening.

"Draco," Harry panicked, "I don't know your favorite color."

Draco stopped everything he was doing. "What? Why does that matter?"

"Have… Have you realized all we ever do is snog? We went from enemies to make-out buddies overnight. We just rushed into this. Have you even thought about all this?"

"Harry… You know it was going to end up this way anyway."

"I want more than this."

"More than what? Am I not good enough for you, Harry?"

"I like you, but I don't know anything about you. That picture kind of tricked us into thinking this is how we should be. I… I want a boyfriend I can talk with, not just make-out with…. No matter how good the snogging is."

"So, I guess we're over?"

"It doesn't have to be the end, just yet. We need to slow it down, get to know each other."

"Harry, you're either with me, or you're not. From what you've said, you're not with me." Draco said, heading towards the door. "See you around." Draco slammed the door as he left. Harry leaned against the wall, taking deep breathes. He didn't want it to end this way; he just wanted to know more about his boyfriend before they... went any further. He didn't want to make love with someone he barely knew. It was against his morals, but his morals just lost Draco.

"You shouldn't be upset," he whispered to himself. "All you ever did was kiss him. There wasn't anything there. You guys almost never talked." He started sliding down the wall as a tear made its way to his eye. "We almost never talked," he repeated as more tears came. Harry buried his head in his knees as he succumbed to his tears.

XOXOXOXOXO

A/N:Sorry it had to be this way right now, guys... I just wanted to show that things can end as quickly as they start (literally in this case). Besides, they barely knew each other, like Harry said. It had to be this way, at least for now...

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