Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and other characters mentioned here belong to Miss Jo Rowling... Although I do glomp them from time to time.

A/N: This is my first fanfic I'm really, seriously, truly going to update as regularly as possible. I really have nothing else to do this summer... So enjoy!

Flames will be used to heat ramen! Now, to the story.

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A prologue, to get you up to date:

Truth to be told, things between Draco and Harry aren't what they seem.

Draco had been harboring feelings for Harry since his second or third year, but nothing to talk about had happened between them until the last few weeks of their sixth year.

Flashback:

It was the last week of April, and Draco had been acting strangely around Harry lately.

There wasn't the normal cruel joking and taunting as there should have been.

No, Draco was being…God forbid… nice to Harry. It had gone on for so long, that Ron and Hermione were beginning to notice the temperament showed by Draco.

"Why is he acting this way?" Harry thought constantly.

His questions would soon be answered.

After lunch one bleak day in early May, Draco drew Harry aside.

"What?" Harry snapped. He needed to use the bathroom.

Draco hesitated for a moment.

"I can leave," Harry said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of his dormitory.

"No," Draco said quickly. "I…Like you, Harry. Not just as a friend. I've 'liked' you for a long time."

Harry stood dumbfounded for a moment. He was very uncomfortable; the heaviness of his bladder was no help whatsoever. A blush spread across Harry's face, and he stared at the ground.

"Erm… Well, I've got a girlfriend…"

End Flashback.

The following week after this encounter was torturous for Harry. All the time he spent with Ginny, his girlfriend, was spent thinking about Draco, and how his hair shone in the sunlight…

No.

He mustn't have these feelings. It was wrong.

"Draco's a follower of Voldemort," Harry would remind himself. "Draco and I have been enemies since the first year."

And yet…

One day, during Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry persuaded Ron to pass a note he had written to Draco. The note read:

To Draco-

I've rather… Reconsidered, if that's how you want to put it. I've realized that I've liked you too…

Please meet me in the library tomorrow after lunch.

-Harry

Their relationship went on quietly and in the shadows of the library. In the 'history of magic' section, no one would ever bother them. Almost no one (save Madam Pince, and even she rarely went in.) went into that section.

Often, all they did was sit and talk about their day, but more often than that it was quite intimate.

Both tender and passionate kisses, simply holding each other with no words to say…Once, they had stayed too long and Madam Pince locked the library with them still in it, forcing them to stay overnight together, in the library.

The two had had a hard time keeping their relationship a secret from their friends. Usually the excuse was "I'm going to go study in the library,". I have to admit, Hermione, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle all became suspicious of the constant studying of their best friends.

But, somehow, they avoided all discovery.

However, the year ended quickly. TOO quickly. They decided not to keep in touch during the summer for fear of someone finding out about what they shared.

But, on the last day they met in secret, they swore to meet again the next year.

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Chapter One:

Harry stared out the window at the continually passing scenery. He let a small sigh escape his lips.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked from the seat opposite him.

"Nothing." Harry said quickly. Hermione gave Harry a rather disblieving look and returned to her game of 'Go Fish' with Ron.

"HAH!" Ron exclaimed triumphantly, slapping down a card. "Defeated again, Hermione!"

Hermione opened her mouth to give a sharp retort, but was interrupted by someone opening the compartment door.

Draco Malfoy. Surprisingly, he didn't have Crabbe and Goyle with him.

"Alone." Harry thought. "He came alone."

Both Hermione and Ron's jaws dropped when Draco strolled in casually and took the seat on Harry's right. They sat close... Too close to be enemies.

"Have a good summer, Potter?" Draco said quietly, wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulder. "Ready for seventh year?"

"Not here," Harry whispered urgently.

Ron and Hermione sat gaping, their eyes open wide.

"Just for a moment," Draco said, closing his eyes in brief ecstasy. "I haven't seen you all summer."

He brought his face close to Harry's and placed a pale right hand on his Harry's cheek. Their faces were a half inch apart. Harry hadn't felt this happy since last year.

Ron was the first to come to his senses.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BEST MATE, YOU SLIMY GIT?" He yelled at Malfoy, jumping to his feet. Draco quickly retracted the bony hand and stood up as fast as he could.

Giving Ron a long, hard look, he said, "It's none of your business, Weasley. See you around, Harry."

He winked seductively and stalked out of the compartment, pausing slightly after closing the door to see inside once more.

Hermione shook herself into consciousness, though her mouth was still stretched in a wide O.

"What was that about, Harry?" She asked with a dazed expression over her features.

"Yes." Ron snarled. "I think we'd all like to know."

Harry stared at the ground for a moment, his face pink with embarassment.

"You two.." The seventeen year-old adjusted his glasses. "I have something to tell you."

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A/N: Okay, I know it's not the greatest. I was up at two o'clock in the morning last night doing it because I couldn't sleep. The idea for the story was too big and important! Please rate and review!