I would like to take some time to thank my reviewers. I don't have room or time to thank you personally, but thank you so much for your support, even though some of you, such as ItsaMiracle, were kind of violent. By the way, I think I flinched when I read ItsaMiracle's review…

Aaaand, The beginning of this chapter will probably suck, because I typed the whole kissing scene up and it was wicked hot, but my computer crashed and IT DIDN'T SAVE! AAAHHHHH! I'm so pissed. Anyhoo I don't think I can recreate the scene's perfect-ness (?) so I apologize in advance. Sorry if it's awkward, this is the first real make-out scene I've written. Ever.

This chapter is pretty intense. I have added another pairing to the story, if you don't mind. Please tell me what you think of it. And please let me know if you think the characters were too OOC.

Chapter 5: Calm on the Outside

Harry looked up at Malfoy, across the room leaning against the door. He seemed so calm, hands at his sides, staring at Harry expectantly. His blonde hair was disheveled and crazy from his flight to the boy's dormitory. The usually neat locks were sticking almost straight up.

Harry, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. His breathing was heavy and unstable as he tried to breathe in and out. It seemed simple enough, but it wasn't. He drummed his fingers along the counter of the bathroom. He tried to think of something to say, besides "um" or "huh?" or "no, you go first," but nothing was coming to mind. "I really think you should go first," is what Harry ended up saying. Nice going, bimbo.

Malfoy, though he seemed calm on the outside, was scared shitless. He'd never had to do something so embarrassing and possibly disastrous before. He could just say that he liked Harry, or found him attractive, and if Harry didn't feel the same way, Draco would just go back to his life, no big deal. Harry wouldn't tell anyone. Accept Hermione and maybe Ron. And Ron would tell the whole school. The Slytherin sucked in his fear and stood up, using the door for support. He took a confident step toward Harry.

"Alright," Draco began. He couldn't force himself to say those three simple words, the ones that had been on the tip of his tongue for such a long time. The blonde would just have to take the bold approach and show his feelings instead of speaking them.

Draco put his hands on Harry's shoulders and leaned in, connecting their lips for a moment. He pulled back, not wanting to scare the boy away by shoving his tongue down his throat, no matter how tempting it was. Harry did not slap Draco, or glare at him, or look disgusted. A hint of red was creeping across the Gryffindor's cheeks.

Malfoy was about to say something about his feelings, or about how excellent the other boy tasted, when Harry suddenly reached his arms around the other boy's neck and pulled him into a more intense kiss. Their mouths collided needily, and Draco begged for entrance into Harry's mouth, who obliged. His tongue roamed the other boy's mouth and sucked on his bottom lip. Meanwhile, Harry's hands were tangled in soft blonde hair, which was even more messed up that it was originally. Malfoy pressed Harry against the wall, roaming his chest and back with his hands. Their mouths and tongues battled for dominance, although Harry finally retreated and allowed Draco to take over. They were both in need of air, but did not want to break apart. Harry broke the kiss, gasping for air, and they leaned their foreheads against each other, each staring into the other's eyes.

After an eternity, the two boys slid down the wall to sit on the floor, with Malfoy straddling Harry's hips. The blonde looked down at Harry's hands, and intertwined their fingers. He then kissed Harry lightly on the lips, and stared into eyes that he could lose himself in. "We should…um…lock the door," Harry said.

Malfoy busted up laughing, and got up to lock the door. He blew the other boy a kiss, and even if it was corny gesture, Harry's heart melted.

For the next week the two boys were still a bit uncomfortable around each other. They did not tell anyone about their affair, and no one suspected anything. Sixteen separate times, Harry had almost told Hermione what happened. He always remembered what Malfoy said to him one afternoon in a broom closet on the fifth floor: "If you want to keep meeting me, we can't ever tell anyone about this. We would be the laughing stock of the whole school."

On the afternoon of the eighth day of his relationship with Malfoy, Harry was in double Herbology with the Slytherin and Gryffindor classes. He doodled on his parchment as the Professor drawled on and on about some healing plant. He wondered if Draco was embarrassed of being with him. Were they even a couple? Did Draco think of him as just some boy? He had no idea. They never talked. They barely had time to meet each other as it was. When the boys did meet in a broom closet or deserted classroom, they were usually both so needy that all they did was-

"….snog each other's brains out."

Harry jumped and his quill fell on the floor, spilling ink all over. "What?" He whispered to Ron, as he leaned over his desk and picked up the quill. He had been in such a daze that he hadn't even heard what Ron was talking about, until the red head's words finished his thoughts.

"I was talking about how I saw Lavender and Parvati kissing next to the Quittich field yesterday. Harry, are you okay? You've been acting strange lately."

Harry wiped the ink off of the floor with his paper and sat back in his chair. "Yeah right Ron; it was probably just a lesbian fantasy of yours. And yes I'm fine."

"It was not a fantasy, I really saw them!" Ron exclaimed.

The professor cleared her throat. "Ron and Harry, would you like to explain what is so important that it must be discussed in the middle of my lecture?"

"No thanks. We're sorry." Ron mumbled and slid down in his seat. Harry giggled and poked Ron in the stomach.

"No thanks. We're sorry." He said quietly, imitating Ron's voice and glaring into space. Ron punched him in the arm. Harry muffled an "ouch" and hit Ron back, harder. The friends heard a soft "shhhh" noise, and looked over at Hermione, who was glaring at them.

"Shut the hell up," She said through gritted teeth, and pointed at her herbology book. "And pay attention!"

Harry looked up at the teacher, while Ron and Hermione argued, and in his view saw Malfoy looking back at him. The Slytherin smiled at him and with that look, Harry did not doubt Draco's intentions or feelings. It was the real thing. Harry smiled back. Then the other boy held up a small piece of paper and raised an eyebrow. Harry squinted to read it. It said, "Broom closet after class?" He laughed silently and agreed by nodding.

For the rest of class Draco kept looking back at Harry and smiling at him. Harry would smile back and Draco would turn around, only to do the same thing five minutes later. They tried to mouth a conversation, but it didn't work out so well. The two boys barely noticed the scene between Ron and Hermione that was making the whole class embarrassed.

"Shut the hell up," Hermione said through gritted teeth, and pointed at her herbology book. "And pay attention!" Harry and Ron's immature playing was getting on her nerves. Couldn't they stop touching each other for ten minutes?

Ron glared at her and said, "Why don't you mind your own business?"

Hermione flinched, hurt by the remark. Harry turned toward the teacher, not wanting to be part of this argument. "Mind my own business? I'm your friend too."

"I didn't mean it like that…" Ron said, feeling guilty. He knew that Hermione liked him, but he didn't know how he felt about her. He knew he liked her as a friend. She was kind and caring, and always listened. She was also very pretty. Hermione's temper was fiery, though, and she was bossy and sometimes strict. He didn't know if he could date her if she turned out to be a bossy and controlling girlfriend. Then their friendship would be screwed up.

"Well then how did you mean it?" She snapped back.

"I don't know, just shut up for a second," Ron growled. Bad move.

"Just shut up? What are you, a controlling asshole?"

Ron laughed, but didn't really find the situation humorous at all. "I'm the controlling one? Hermione you're more of a controlling asshole than I'll ever be!" Hermione and Ron did not notice that the whole class was watching the argument. Professor Sprout was speechless. It sounded like they were a married couple gone wrong. Accept they weren't even dating.

Hermione turned her whole body to face Ron in her chair. She leaned closer to glare at him. "I'm not controlling. You just don't like it that I push you to succeed, that's it."

The only two that did not notice the argument were Harry and Malfoy, who were busy making goo goo eyes at each other and mouthing a conversation. Which wasn't working too well. "What did you say?" Harry mouthed. "What? You're wearing a lay?" Draco mouthed back.

Ron was fuming. "You force me to do work all the time, if that's what you call 'pushing to succeed'."

Professor Sprout had had enough. She banged her wand on her desk, red sparks flying out of its end. "Ron and Hermione, stop! I…I don't even know what to say. Just leave my classroom immediately."

Hermione stood up and pushed in her chair, staring at Ron the whole time. Then she left the classroom and slammed the door shut as hard as she could. Ron stood up, watching her leave. "I'm sorry Professor Sprout; I don't know what's gotten into her."

"I do, Ron, now just get out. I would never have expected you two – well, at least Hermione – to disturb my class like that."

Ron left, slamming the door so hard that the plants on the ceiling shook soil onto the students' heads.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Ron said, standing in front of Hermione. She was sitting against the wall.

"It wasn't just me. It was you too." Hermione pouted, folding her arms and resting her elbows on her knees.

"That's fair, I reckon," Ron agreed, bending down and sitting next to Hermione against the wall. It was strangely cold and he shivered.

"Ron," Hermione began, suddenly feeling awkward. "Can I tell you something?" She said.

"I guess we're done arguing?" Ron smiled at Hermione.

Hermione turned away, hiding a blush behind her hair. She felt so giddy that she could get up and…dance…"I guess we're done."

"Right then. What d'you want to tell me?"

Hermione took a deep breath and lifted her head up to face Ron. "I really like you, Ron. I think I love you."

Ron grinned in a dopey fashion. And he suddenly knew that the future didn't matter to him, if they would be friends or not, he just wanted to kiss her now. "I love you too," He laughed, and kissed her on the lips.

Ten minutes later, Professor Sprout opened the door to let Ron and Hermione in, when she was taken by surprise. The couple were making out on the floor of the hallway. She grimaced. "God, why must teenagers be such horn dogs these days?" She asked herself and just walked back into the classroom, shuddering.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Next Chapter: Malfoy and Harry meet in the broom closet and discuss how they are all lovey dovey and need to have more of an emotional relationship than just a physical relationship…Chya!

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