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Warning: Very Mild Slash (Just Kissing) Don't like, Don't read

Previously: Why did you do it? Granger, I thought that you were intelligent. How could you spread a rumour about your own best friend? Same for you Pansy. How could you do it? And don't lie to us either!'

'I swear I did it for a good reason, Harry!' Hermione sobbed. 'I knew how much you liked Draco, and Pansy filled me in on how I felt about you. I thought that if I spread the rumour around, you two would be forced to confront yourselves and each other over your feelings. He makes you happy, Harry and all I wanted to do was make sure you stayed that way.'

'What about you, Pansy?' Draco spat at his ex-girlfriend. 'Did you have a good reason for doing it? More likely you had ulterior motives.'

'I swear to you Draco,' Pansy replied quietly, refusing to make eye contact with the fuming blonde, preferring to stare down at the stone floor. 'I swear to you that all I did was verify that I thought the rumour was true. I didn't know why Granger did it. I said I would help because she said it would make you happy. I wanted you to be happy, especially since we broke up.'

'Since we broke up?' Spat Draco. 'The only reason we were together was because my mother forced me to. Your parents seem deluded enough to think that I would actually marry you but, they are very wrong. My dad wasn't allowed to marry his mate and all he has now is an unhappy marriage. I'm not going down that road!'

'Okay, okay, let's all calm down now. I'm no happier than you are Dray, about this whole thing but, getting angry at each other isn't going to change the past. There is nothing we can do now, seeing as we have confirmed the rumour. I'm hurt though Hermione, that you didn't think that I was capable of dealing with things myself. You've always interfered in things I've tried to do and, more often than not, something has gone wrong. I hate what you did to Draco and myself and right now, I'm not sure if you are the sort of person I want as a friend. Not even Ron stooped as low as spreading a rumour about me. He's usually the immature one but, I can see now that you are both as bad as each other.'

At this, Harry turned to Draco. The look on his mate's face told the blonde boy all he needed to know. Harry was upset that one of his best friends could betray him and all he wanted was comfort and sympathy. Draco immediately wrapped his arms around his mate and gently led him towards the door. As soon as they had left the room, Harry burst into tears.

'H-how...could s-she...do that to me? She's... s-supposed to be my... f-f-friend!' Harry struggled to speak, through the tears. He felt a lump in his throat that constricted his airway. He was almost at the point of becoming hysterical, when Draco did the only thing he knew would immediately calm the boy down. Draco span Harry around until his back came into contact with the stone wall. After staring into the emerald eyes, cloudy with sorrow and anger, Draco leant forward and gently kissed his mate. Harry immediately began to relax in his grip and began to kiss Draco harder and more passionately than usual. It seemed the intense emotions brought out a side of Harry that Draco had never seen before.

'I think I quite like this new side of Harry' Draco thought as he felt his back come into contact with the wall. 'Damn! I got so distracted that I've lost complete control now. He knows how I like to be the powerful one'

'Not here Harry!' Draco panted between kisses. 'If we stay here, we might get seen. Come up to my dormitory. It will be completely empty, seeing as Granger is probably still in that room trying to come up with a way to get you to forgive her. I know that Dumbledore said that he would fu=ind us a set of private rooms but, for now, my bedroom is better than Gryffindor Tower.

That was one of the perks that Harry enjoyed, as Draco's mate. As Draco was Head Boy, he had a private bedroom and a common room, which he shared only with the Head Girl, Hermione. As they linked arms and strolled casually towards the room, they didn't notice a set of eyes, watching them from in the shadows of one of Hogwarts' many suits of armour. A clanging sound behind the boys made them turn around, curious as to the cause of it. Harry turned around, just in time to see his other best friend throw a punch at his mate.

'So, this is why you've been acting so weirdly?' Ron asked, all the while still trying to land a punch on Malfoy's jaw. 'You've been ignoring me, Neville, Hermione and the rest of your friends for this... this Slytherin! How could you Harry? You've always hated him, ever since you first met him on the train.'

'I haven't always hated him Ron.' Harry replied, sounding calmer than he actually felt. 'I've hated the idea of him. I knew nothing about magic until the age of 11 and one of the first things I was told about the magical world was that Voldemort was a Slytherin and so, all Slytherin's were evil. I hated the idea of Draco for so long, before the war made me realise, that I didn't know Draco at all. You and Hermione were always telling me not to judge people before I got to know them,, but you did it to all of them. You assumed that because they were in Slytherin, they were evil and were just waiting to join Voldemort's ranks as his newest Death Eater. Well, I've spent time getting to know them and, you'd be surprised just how similar to you they are!'

'Now, Weasel, if you'll excuse us, we'd like to get some sleep before tomorrow. After all, you wouldn't want to be the cause for The-Boy-Who-Lived's bad marks in lessons now, would you?' Draco asked, all the while, slowly leading Harry closer to the portrait that formed the doorway to his room.

Draco didn't wait for a response before uttering the password to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. When the picture swung open, Draco almost dragged Harry through it and slammed it shut after him. He turned on the spot, until he found himself looking into eyes so green, you could buy the most expensive emerald on the planet, and it still wouldn't compare. Draco stared, transfixed, until he felt a pair of lips brush his own. He immediately snapped out of his daze, capturing those beautiful pink lips between his own. His mate moaned softly and began to kiss him with more fervour. Soon, their hands were running everywhere, through each others hair and under clothes.

All of a sudden, Harry pulled back. He look at the rumpled looking blonde, almost anxiously, his front teeth worrying his bottom lip from side to side. 'I'm sorry Draco. I just can;t do this tonight. Heaven knows I want to but, I'm just not ready.' As Harry turned to leave, his lover grabbed his hand, almost desperately.

'Harry,' Draco pleaded. 'Please don't go. I promise that you won't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with. I just want to wake up and have the first thing I see in the morning be you. Stay here. Please.'

As Harry stared into his mate's stormy grey eyes, he could tell that Draco was telling the truth. Harry felt safe. He felt loved.

'Of course I'll stay love. I just wonder what everyone will say tomorrow morning.'

As Harry and Draco settled in their shared double bed, curled around each other, drifting off to sleep, Hermione still hadn't left the Room of Requirement. She had a plan. All she needed was some help to put in in motion at breakfast the next morning.

A/N: Please R&R. Constructive Criticism is always welcome. If you feel something should be explained better or you are confused, let me know and I will see what I can do.