The rest of that week was magical. There were meetings between classes, the occasional broom closet affair, and hands held beneath robes when no one was watching. Draco hadn't heard anything more about his parents, and the thought of his father questioning his loyalty was enough to make him nauseous. Yes, he was prepared to fight. Yes, he was prepared to switch sides. But he wasn't prepared to die in the slightest.

When he was with Harry, nothing mattered except the butterflies in his stomach and the occasional (well, more often than not) snog. Seeing Harry was the highlight of his day, and his happiness was contagious. Even Pansy had become less skeptical over the past few days, accepting that the old, less melancholy Draco had returned. This only fueled her flirting, however, and Harry had to bear with the image of Pansy leaning over the Slytherin table seductively at meals. Draco's face was priceless as he clearly was not interested; anyone in the Great Hall could tell, except for Pansy herself.

Ron and Hermione were enjoying Harry's good spirits as well. Hermione had become more accepting of Harry's occasional disappearances, understanding that her friend's happiness was more important than even her own prejudice against Malfoy. And, come to think of it, he'd been less than terrorizing this term. He'd even become somewhat acceptable as a person. And, if he was somehow making Harry happy, she didn't have much to object. So, she kept her mouth shut and let Harry believe he was deceiving her. Ron, on the other hand, remained oblivious but did make several remarks about Harry having a secret girlfriend. Seamus bet that it was another Ravenclaw, because "Harry has a thing for smart chicks," and Ron stood by "Nah, mate, he wouldn't leave his own house! It's got to be another Gryffindor." Both were in agreement that she wasn't Hufflepuff, and Hermione shook her head restlessly at their ignorance.

Things were getting sweaty in the broom closet the following Wednesday morning in between lessons. Harry had met an already waiting Draco there, and he all but pounced on him at his arrival. Every time they met, they became a little more comfortable with each other physically, coming to know all of the creases and curves of the other. This time, Draco slipped his hands up Harry's shirt, caressing the bare skin and raising goose pimples. Harry's nipples were hard as slender hands grazed over them, feeling the tender aspects of his mate. He returned the favor by groping the roundness of Draco's arse, cupping it in both hands as he kissed his way down the side of his neck. Draco moaned softly, that sound that ravished Harry all on its own. Harry made his way down Draco's body as a new thought occurred to him. They were both so new at this, and Harry was ready to cross the threshold once more. He planted kisses all along Draco's chest, then his stomach, making his way south until he reached his zipper. He could feel Draco's erection peeking from the side of his pants, and he ran a single finger along the length of his penis. Draco shuddered, mumbling "Merlin, Harry," and "please don't stop" as Harry pressed his lips along the same path. Smiling to himself seductively, Harry fumbled with the zipper and unbuttoned Draco's trousers. The blonde gasped, peering down at Harry and mouthing "Are you sure?"

Harry nodded, wanting nothing more than to watch his partner writhe with pleasure. Draco braced himself, knowing what was coming but nervous all the same.

Harry slid Draco's pants down to mid-thigh, leaving only a pair of silk boxers. Again, he pressed his lips through the fabric, discovering the length of Draco's cock and- wow- appreciating it. He then reached a hand up to touch his testicles through the clothing, softly caressing them with his fingers. Draco let out a small whimper at the sensation, and this fueled Harry's confidence in continuing. In a swift movement, he tugged down Draco's boxers and took in the sight before him: Draco's erection, lengthy and full, signaling his own want and need. Harry, nervous as hell at his own inexperience, wrapped his left hand around the base and began moving upward and back in a fluid motion. Draco groaned, attempting to quiet himself but failing miserably. Braving his insecurities, Harry brought his lips to the head of Draco's prick and kissed gently. Feeling him shudder, Harry opened his mouth and began to suck gradually, beginning with the head and traveling downward slowly. He breathed in deep through his nose before deep throating him, fitting the length of his member into his orifice. Draco moaned in response, and Harry swallowed around his mouthful for an added touch. He pulled back slightly before ramming it down again, continuing as Draco knotted his fingers in locks of black hair. Harry retracted, coming back to the tip before returning his mouth to the shaft of his penis. He kept going like this in strokes, swallowing the entire thing deeply and then pulling out completely to tease. He licked the tip of his prick, playing games with his tongue, and Draco begged for more. So Harry put his mouth back around it, picking up where he left off, and Draco shuddered as he whimpered some more. "I'm... so close... Harry... don't stop..."

He loved the sound of Draco's sex voice, airy and shrill as he pleaded. He descended his prick once more, lapping his tongue at the base.

"Oh, fuck, Harry... I'm going to come!" And then there were waves of pleasure radiating through the blonde as he released his seed down Harry's throat. Harry was almost smug, amazed that he could pleasure Draco this way as he swallowed. He pulled away, using a spell to clean his mouth before standing.

Draco had his hand propped on the wall, leaning himself side ways as he tried to return to normalcy, post orgasm. He grinned. "Wow."

"You liked it, huh?" Harry confidently strode to him, lifting his chin with one finger and locking their lips.

"Let's just say I will never, ever object to that." Draco returned a kiss before Harry pulled away abruptly.

"Fuck, were going to be late!" Exasperated, Harry began retrieving his books from the floor and Draco smiled at his urgency: "Worth it, though."

And then they exited the broom closet.

"Come in, Severus."

The professor entered Albus Dumbledore's office after having been summoned earlier that morning.

"You wanted to see me?" Snape questioned, taking a seat before the headmaster.

"Ah, Yes. I have a question for you. How have Draco and Harry been this week?" Dumbledore laced his fingers and placed his hands before him, contemplating.

"Annoyingly chipper," Snape responded, rolling his eyes. "The Dark Lord is threatening to return to power and those two are giggling like a bunch of school girls."

"Aha!" Dumbledore exclaimed, excited. "I believe my most recent theory has proven correct. They seem to be...cordial, yes?"

"I'm not sure that's the word, I would use, Albus." Snape returned, seemingly exhausted. "They...are...inseparable. And they think that no one has the ability to see it." He pinched the bridge of his nose in that frustrated Snape-like way. "Just because Draco has switched his loyalty doesn't mean he needs to accompany the likes of Potter."

"Ah, don't be so down on the boy, Severus! I think the two are a great match, myself."

"Match, Headmaster? They don't use that word to describe friendships anymore, sir."

Dumbledore laughed heartily. "I know! But you can't honestly believe there isn't something more going on there?"

Snape grimaced, his face contorting into disgust. "And what in Merlin's beard makes you think that they're gay together?"

"Just a hunch, Severus. Watch them for me. Should they be following my suspicions, it could put them both at risk, even more so than they already are, with Lucius Malfoy. I fear he would kill Harry himself before turning him over to Tom Riddle with that information in his hands." Dumbledore smiled, almost joking satirically, but Snape's expression remained frozen.

"So you want me to watch them...be gay together?" Snape's brow was furrowed, staring at Dumbledore skeptically.

"In a nutshell, yes. I have plans for them if this rings true. Brings back so many memories for me. How refreshing it is to see two souls find each other, with nothing to offer the other except love."

"I... suppose so, sir. I guess." Severus nodded, standing to leave. He was used to the old man's unconventional, whimsical ideas, but this one took the whole bloody cake. His godson was most definitely NOT gay. Even if he had chosen to befriend Potter, that hardly stood for grounds of homosexuality. Snape sighed.

He made his way back down the corridor, heading toward the dungeons. He had a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson beginning in just a few minutes, and he wanted to arrive before the students tried pulling anything funny. He had Draco in this lesson, but luckily Potter wouldn't be coming for another few hours. He may have fought the dark lord, but he knew absolutely nothing outside of Expelliarmus, and his marks showed it. He was a dread to teach.

Snape took a sharp right to enter the dungeons, then traveled down a flight of stairs before continuing down the hall to his class room. Lessons would be about to start; all students should have been promptly at their desks. Which is why it brought about a very confused Severus Snape to see the handle of the broom closet on the wall opposite and down a few doors from his begin to shake. Intrigued, he stepped into an alcove across the way from the closet, placing his back against the stone wall and spying to see who would emerge. At once, a ruffled and disheveled Potter stumbled from the door, followed immediately by a self-appeased Draco.

"Oh, Merlin, you have got to be kidding me." Thought Snape, pinching the bridge of his nose once more. This was going to be one bloody long day, that was for sure.