A/N: Sorry for the really short chapter! Also, as a favor to me, can you help me reach 50 reviews?

Disclaimer: I did not give birth to Harry Potter.

Chapter 9: Explosion of Colors

Springing into action, Harry let his cloak slip off to reveal himself to the world as Draco's slender fingers began to untie the ribbon…

The ribbon slid off the package as Draco calmly unwrapped the brown paper hugging the box, and suddenly noises were coming from it. Draco yelped and jumped off the bench, but still stood close to see what was inside. An explosion of colors erupted from the box, and everyone began to notice that that colors weren't just exploding: something was being spelled out.

Harry thought it was a miracle Draco hadn't noticed him standing beneath the sparkly sign, but he knew that Draco was probably too busy watching the display of fireworks.

Girls throughout the Great Hall started to sigh in admiration as the words were written out. Most of them had wished that a boy would do that for them someday, but events like this usually occurred in dreams. They were rather envious of Draco, for he's a guy who didn't share the same dreams as them.

Harry held out his crimson rose as Draco looked down from the twinkling sign. He couldn't decipher Draco's expression for the moment, while he walked around the Slytherin table and stood before Harry.

"Did you think I would honestly fall for that?" he asked Harry, tipping his head to the side.

"I had to try," he replied.

Draco looked down to his shoes. "I'm willing to try again," he whispered, his fingers delicately enclosing around the rose. He held out his right hand, which Harry held warmly in his left. "Join me for dinner?"

"Draco… I'm not sure your friends like me," Harry whispered.

"Not with my friends," Draco replied, "the Room of Requirement. We need to talk."

Their eyes met again, smiles painted on both of their lips.

They left the Great Hall amidst many "Awws," played from the lips of many girls who thought gay men were adorable. Some girls were angry: the two most eligible bachelors in the school were selfish and took each other. Certain guys would see them as an example and a reason to "come out of the closet."

"Pick a room, Harry," Draco said, bringing Harry's hand to his lips. Harry paced in front of the certain area before a door appeared.

"After you," Harry said, opening a door.

The room was dimly lit with a leather sofa in the middle of the room. "I thought it might be nicer to talk in the dark," Harry said nervously.

Draco nodded and yanked him inside. "We going slow this time?"

"I'd like to," Harry said. "I want to know you better."

"Can I still kiss you?"

"I'll kill you if you don't, you bastard," Harry said with a soft edge in his voice.

"I'm not sure I want to," Draco joked, slowly walking backwards. Harry raised an eyebrow before he realized Draco was running… to pounce on him.

Draco's landing caused Harry to take a few steps backward and fall onto the sofa; he could feel Draco's warm breath on his forehead. "You okay?" Draco whispered, chuckling as silently as he could manage.

"Just kiss me," Harry said forcefully.

"No need to get mean," Draco said as he placed his right hand on the side of Harry's head, bringing his lips down to reunite with Harry's in a slightly twisted version of a kiss from the movies.

"You taste even better than I remember," Draco said softly as the broke away.

"Were you the invisible person?" Harry asked out of nowhere.

"You have bad timing, Harry."

"Don't avoid answering."

"Yes, that was me," Draco said, pushing his lips against Harry's again.

"It's good to be back," Draco said as they broke away again.

"Yeah," Harry replied, wrapping his arms around Draco.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want help with Herbology?"

Harry took himself off Draco. "What!" he asked incredulously.

"Your notes sucked. Admit it. And there's a test on Monday. We can study together."

"Did you erase my notes that one time?"

"No, but I should have."

"You little bastard," Harry said, giving a small peck on the side of Draco's neck.

"I'm not so little, Harry," Draco said, laughing.

Harry took an overly fluffed pillow and hit Draco on the side of the head with it.

Draco laughed and blew air into Harry's ear.

"What was that for?" Harry asked.

"I dunno," Draco shrugged. "So it's a date on Monday?"

"Yeah," Harry said, grabbing the front of Draco's shirt, dragging him forward into another kiss.

"It's good to be back Draco repeated.

Somewhere, in a galaxy far, far away stood a man standing on the milky stars. His beard was long and white, bearing similar resemblance to Albus Dumbledore, but Albus couldn't control time like this man.

Father Time gestured towards himself and says, "The dream was just a hoax." After winking, he walked away, laughing in glee.

fin

A/N: I hope you didn't mind the "Star Wars" references in my last couple of chapters. It's been on my mind lately.

Well, this story has ended, and it's been a journey that's lasted for 3-4 months. It's like a hike: tiring at first, but rewarding at the end. Thanks so much for sticking throughout the whole journey, and please contribute to my piles of reviews (at least 50 please?).