Chapter Six

Everybody Knows

As Draco and Harry were making out in the middle of the room, clad only in towels, they obviously weren't paying any attention to the time. Unawares to them, their friends had gathered outside the classroom to greet them, or remove whatever was left of their remains.

Hermione, Ron, Neville, Fred, George, Ginny, and Seamus, had arrived to see Harry. While Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Jason, and Blaise, had all come to see Draco. While standing in the corridor, the Slytherins and Gryffindors exchanged evil glares and casual death threats.

At exactly 11:02 the door unlocked and swung open. Everyone leaned forward to see Harry and Draco…. But what they saw wasn't what they had expected to see. Draco was kissing Harry, or vice versa, or maybe they were even kissing each other. Whichever it was, there was Draco Malfoy, clad only in a towel, with his arms securely around Harry Potter, also clad only in a towel; and they were...

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"SNOGGING!" bellowed Dean, the next morning at the breakfast table, "Codswallop! Harry and Draco! Never!"

Seamus grinned evilly. "I know you're in shock Dean, and it's definitely going to break many, many hearts to know that Hogwarts most two eligible bachelors are no longer eligible, but would I honestly lie to you? Especially about something like this?" Seamus asked innocently. "I mean, you do have to admit, Draco is the bedroom fantasy of half the people, male or female, in this school. And Harry has claim to the other half. And for some people, it's both of them. So really. Is it all that surprising?"

Suddenly all the heads in the Great Hall turned towards the doors. There stood Harry and Draco, hand-in-hand.

"See!" hissed Seamus to Dean. "I told you so!"

Harry looked around the Great Hall. Everyone was openly and unabashedly staring at Draco and himself. Most of Harry's friends, with the exception of Ron, who remained steadfast in his dislike of Draco, had beennot-so-easily swayed to Harry's point of view about his relationship. They sort of saw it as a victory that a Slytherin had been 'won over' so to speak. Yet in the end, Ron had very grudgingly admitted that Harry was indeed with Malfoy. As for the people staring at them, well, Harry didn't give a damn about them.

He looked at Draco and smiled. Draco returned the smile and suddenly a wave of whispers broke out through the hall. This, for some mysterious and inexplicable reason, made Harry quite, well, very angry.

"Okay! Shut up already! You know Draco and I are together, and I'm sure you're all very disappointed, but we'll stand by each other no matter what! So LEAVE OFF! Not that it's any of your business anyway!" Harry turned and stalked out of the Great Hall, and Draco hurried, worriedly, after him.

Draco had managed to withstand the death threats and the like from his father when Lucius had discovered his son's relationship with Potter. Harry had dealt with all the teachers throwing him disapproving, almost nasty, looks. But together they would put up with the other students.

Draco caught Harry's hand and brought it to his lips. "United we stand," he said as he kissed Harry's knuckles, "in the battle for a civil romance."