A/N: Wow, a chapter!! Yes people, it is really here. And I'm sorry about it taking so long, but school has just started, and it's keeping me really busy.
However, I know that a month wait is a really long time for something this small!! So… feel free to pm me and irritate me if I ever let it go this long again! The constant badgering would really help me remember to use those study halls to actually do something, instead of staring into space.
Once again, sorry about the delay!! I hope this chapter was worth the wait.
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Harry's stomach growled, but he was determined to wait for Ron to wake up. He wanted to know where the red-head had gone last night, and Harry was sure that the best way to do this would be to ask him when he just woke up; he would be too lost in sleep still to realize exactly what he was saying.
But Harry was starving, and breakfast would soon be over. He was hoping that he would still be able to go, and maybe catch a glimpse of Draco. Plus, he didn't know that Ron wouldn't be willing to talk to him about last night. Maybe Ron would be eager too, and Harry wouldn't have to attack him just has he was waking up.
Just as Harry decided to take his chances and go to breakfast, Ron stirred. He sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. He jumped a little as he realized that Harry was watching him.
"About time," Harry said, "breakfast's almost over."
Ron stared at him for a moment, looking confused.
"Why didn't you wake me up then?"
Harry shrugged.
"You looked tired; I figured you needed to sleep." Harry grinned slyly. "Especially considering how late you got back last night."
Ron blushed.
"Yeah," he said. Harry waited for him to continue, but after a moment, it was clear the Ron wasn't going to.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Where were you?"
Ron blushed even deeper, if that was even possible.
"With Hermione," he said in a small voice. "We were studying."
"Oh really?" Harry smirked. "Just studying? Couldn't you have done that in the common room?"
"We needed to go to the library," Ron said, the redness on his face now reaching into his hairline. "And then we decided to go out and study by the lake."
"And–"
"And nothing," Ron said quietly. "We fell asleep. That's it."
But Ron wasn't quite meeting Harry's eyes.
"Okay, Ron," he said, giving up. "If you say so."
"I do."
Harry stood facing the lake, when a quiet voice spoke from behind him.
"I hope you are proud, Potter."
Grinning, Harry turned around to face Draco.
"Oh, I am," he said. "Who would have thought that Snape would read our essays aloud to the class?"
"Anyone who was thinking that Snape would love a chance to try to embarrass you, with whatever crap he had thought you had written." Draco replied, moving closer to Harry.
"And he thought he had succeeded too, until he reached the one after mine. Which, quite conveniently, was yours. I didn't know that Snape's eyes could pop out that much."
"Neither did I. I have to admit, it was definitely worth seeing."
"So, you're not going to whine to me about this all night?"
"Whine?" Draco said, raising his eyebrows. "Malfoys certainly do not whine."
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, I do. And no, I am not going to whine."
"Good."
"Yes, very good. I would much rather be kissing you right now."
Harry smiled slyly.
"Would you?" He asked.
Draco didn't answer, instead choosing to close the distance between him and Harry, and pulling Harry into him. Harry welcomed the kiss, leaning into Draco for support, not aware of their close proximity to the lake.
That is, he wasn't aware of it until he found himself being pushed into it.
The water was freezing, and when Harry managed to climb out, Draco was no where to be seen.
Harry reached his dormitory still dripping wet. He had luckily managed to avoid Filch, and the questions of Ron and Hermione, who were once again missing from the common room.
There was a small folded note placed on his pillow. Harry dried himself and changed, debating with himself if he should even read it.
In the end, Harry decided on reading it. He unfolded slowly, collapsing onto his bed as he did so.
Harry,
I do believe that we are now even.
Had it been anyone else, Harry have found this letter angering. But, for some unknown reason, Harry found himself smiling.
God, what was Malfoy doing to him?