Chapter 3 YAY! I'm so glad people are adding this to story alert. I really wish more people would review though, but it just makes me happy people are reading.

Anyways, here we go…

Draco's P.O.V

I walked back to the common room in silence. I couldn't believe what Snape saw. He knew, everything felt like it was falling around me. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Hey Draco," I heard Blaise call as we made our way through the dungeons.

"Hey," I replied.

"What did Professor Snape want?"

"Oh, well, he just wanted to be sure I was okay working with that klutz, Longbottom," I lied.

"Were you?"

Merlin, Blaise never did know how to mind his own business.

"Yeah, the bloke will do what ever I say. And you know how I love to be in charge," I beamed proudly.

"Yeah, sound like you alright," Blaise said, slapping me on the back.

We walked to the common room together. I manage to get some studying in, which has been impossible lately because my mind as thought of nothing but Neville.

There was that name again, well so much for studying.

We didn't have a chance to talk since the incident in potions, nor had we anytime to spend alone since the night in the library.

I smiled, remembering every detail of that night perfectly. The way he looked, the way he smelled, the way he felt, but mostly how he tasted.

My first experience with French kissing and it was, by no doubt, the best moment I had, had in a while.

I didn't want to go to dinner that night. Off course I was hungry, but I was afraid. Afraid of seem Professor Snape, my own head of house.

I didn't know if he told the other teachers yet, or if he was going to. And if he did, how would they treat me? And what would Neville say if they did know?

I walked slowly thought the dungeons toward the great hall.

"Hey," A sweet familiar voice said.

"Neville what are doing down here? What if someone sees you?" I asked, my voice filled with panic.

"Well if you want me to go…" Neville turned to walk away, but I grabbed his hand.

"No."

He gave me a questionable look.

"I mean, please stay. The Slytherin common room is empty. If you wanna go there." I said avoiding his gaze.

"That sounds good to me," he gave me a sweet innocent smile.

We held hands all the way back to the common room.

He sat down on a green couch, and pulled me down with him.

I sat on his lap with my head resting on his neck. So this was cuddling. I had never done this before, but it felt good. I was warm and happy, just listening the sound of Neville breathing.

"Your so beautiful," he whispered to me, so soft I could barley here him.

I suppressed a giggle, because Malfoys do not giggle, under any circumstances.

"Boys aren't beautiful," I told him.

"Well I guess that's to bad, because you are," he kissed the top of my head. "And that's why I'm saying yes."

"Yes to what?" I asked confused.

"You said you wanted me to be your boyfriend. You want a relationship. Is that still true?"

I was shocked, boyfriend. Just the thought of it made my head spin.

"Y-yes, of course it is," I said, trying to keep from tremble with pure happiness.

"Alright, then I will be your boyfriend, as long as I'm in charge," he said.

And for once I didn't mind. It seemed everything that used to annoy me, didn't around Neville.

"I'm fine with that."

"Good, then shall we review what you learned about French kissing?"

I nodded, as he brought his lips to mine.

I'm not quite sure when it happened, but I somehow found myself being pinned to the couch with Neville on top of me, holding my arms over top my head.

Our tongues worked agents each other, melting together into one ultimately happy being.

"What the hell," the voice brought me back to reality.

Neville snapped up so fast I'm surprised he didn't get whiplash.

"I don't suppose saying, this isn't what it looks like, would get me off the hook, would it?" I said, Neville still on top of me.

" I should probably be leaving," Neville said getting off of me, my body instantly missing the contact.

"Bye Neville," I called after him, sounding pathetic.

"What was that!?" Blaise yelled.

My face was red, I was so caught up I didn't even think people would come in. I was stupid and careless, two things a Malfoy should never be. But then again I haven't exactly been a perfect Malfoy lately.

"That was Neville, Blaise, are you blind?" I snapped back at him.

"No, but I wish I was. Then I wouldn't have had to see that." he replied. Damn Blaise and his nearly perfect come backs.

"Since when are you a bloody poof, Draco," he asked.

"Since when do you care who I choose to snog?"

Blaise sighed, and sat beside me on the couch.

"I hope you know I'm not gonna tell anybody," Blaise said quietly.

Well this most certainly caught me off guard. Wasn't he just raving like a mad man two seconds ago?

"I, uh, thanks," I wasn't sure of what to say.

"Does anyone else know?" he asked.

"I'm not sure if Neville told anybody. If he did then he hasn't told me yet. Professor Snape knows, that's what he really wanted to talk about. Neville was practically giving me a hand job in class, and I don't think he was too happy about that.

Blaise laughed

"We are still friends right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I wasn't really angry, just a little surprised," he said.

I nodded, I could understand that.

"So are you gonna tell your father?" he asked.

"Huh?" I hadn't once given that I thought. So why was he bringing it up?

"Your father, are you gonna tell me? I mean Easter holiday is only a week away."

My eyes widened, was it really that close? I had forgotten all about it.

"I don't know if I should. My father isn't exactly the world's most understanding person."

Blaise laughed.

"Yeah but this means a lot to you. And Neville is a pure-blood, so maybe he'll be cool with it."

"Yeah maybe," I sighed, hoping he was right.