Wow, people actually like the first chapter! I'm amazed at the responses I got. You all wanted more Harry and Draco fluffiness... so here it is, coming straight at your heads! All the people who order me to write more, pat yourselves on the back, you've won! Chapter 2 is up and running! Yay!

Okay, the boring part now: I do not own Harry Potter - just all the books, a bunch of collectibles, and a poster that's up on my wall. If I did Cedric, Sirius, and Dumbledore wouldn't have all died. The one major drawback of the books – everyone cool dies.

Now that that's out of the way, on with the show!

Chapter 2

(Harry POV)

I was still a little miffed at Ron for his earlier comments concerning Kate, I'll admit it. He had made fun of Kate because she couldn't do magic, and she is one of my best friends. Ron had never met her so he couldn't know how absolutely amazing she is even if she isn't a witch. I hadn't lied, what I told Ron about meeting her when I pushed her into a puddle was true. I had invited her back to my house – well, the house I had inherited from my godfather Sirius Black so she could dry off as an apology. We had talked for hours and hours until midnight when she was quite sure the group had left without her and gone back to America. I couldn't let her go in the middle of the night when she had nowhere to go because of my carelessness, so I insisted she spent the night with me and sleep in Sirius's old room - which I never went in.

But I did that night, just to watch her as she slept. She looked so peaceful and comfortable. She flipped over as I stared at her, awakening to look straight across the room at me where I was standing in the doorway. I wasn't thinking I was acting on impulse when I did it – I walked right over to her and crawled into the bed with her, hovering about her before I leaned forward kissed her. She just lay there shocked for a moment before giving in to me and the feelings she was experiencing in my arms, her hands slipping around my neck to pull me closer to her. When I finally pulled away from her for some well needed air, she was smiling faintly up at me. I smiled down at her as I lay back down next to her to pull her into my arms and she fell back asleep with her head on my shoulder as I held her against me, her hand resting just above my heart.

When I had told her I was a wizard the next day she hadn't freaked out or fainted, she had just asked to please see a little magic. I put a spell on the kitchen table so it would dance around the room, spilling her coffee everywhere as it went. She had smiled and laughed brightly, clapping her hands. She asked if there was any way I could get her home since her group had left her behind and I offered to fly her home on my broomstick. She agreed but confessed she was afraid of flying. I convinced her it was safe and took her home by broomstick, her squeezing my waist gently all the while. I swore I'd visit her whenever I could and so we parted with my promise to visit.

How long had I known exactly? That was the real question I wanted answered. When had I realized I liked other guys and when had I first realized I was in love with Draco Malfoy, the very boy I had sworn to hate on the Hogwarts Express in our first year at Hogwarts when Malfoy became a Slytherin and I became a Gryffindor – the worst of house enemies. Somewhere along the way to where I am now I fell in love with him. It was gradual of course, I mean I didn't just wake up and go 'I think I will go snog my worst enemy before Quidditch practice this afternoon.' I just did, as strange as that sounds.

How every it happened, all I know for certain is that I've never loved another like I love him. And I never want to love again.

(End POV)

Draco Malfoy snuck successfully back into the empty and silent Slytherin common room after yet another secret meeting behind the greenhouses with Harry, the one love of his life and the only person who could make him happy. Smiling slightly to himself, Draco pulled off his cloak to throw it onto the empty coat rack and dropped down into the empty armchair by the fireplace with an unopened butterbeer, staring into the dancing flames within without really seeing them at all.

He was thinking about their first kiss again, the first time either of them had really given into their feelings for each other without knowing how the other felt. The very first time Draco had ever let his guard down and acted on his feelings without fearing the consequences that would follow...

Flashback (Draco POV)

The Quidditch game was over and we had lost yet again to annoying Harry Potter, the chosen one as they called him nowadays. Why was it the one person who continually thought up new ways to make my life miserable had to also be the person I was attracted to? Seriously, for those of you who haven't seen him after a Quidditch game when he's all sweaty and happy and exhausted – he's fine and I wanted him to be mine. But that was the thing of it all, we were sworn enemies and he hated my guts. I can't help the way I am.

"Hey Malfoy, are you coming back to the common room with us or not?" Crabbe and Goyle called from the stands. I frowned, shaking my head sullenly as they moved off with the crowd flowing back to the common room. The Slytherin's were undoubtedly going to open yet another barrel of fire-whiskey they had stashed under the loose boards in the common room floor. I just wanted to take a quiet walk and think about everything – mainly Harry actually. He caused so many problems for me, but I loved him all the same no mater what he did to me, no mater how many Quidditch games I lost because I was too busy watching him to watch for the Snitch. Walking over by the lake I sat down by the edge, staring across the surface of the lake.

"What am I gonna do now?" I knew that voice. It was the voice that haunted my dreams and wildest fantasies. Harry came walking toward me around the edge of the lake. He gladly seemed too lost in thought to have noticed me yet. I slunk back into the bushes at the edge of the lake to watch him. "I can't tell, it would be way too weird, you don't just say these things out loud. But I'm in love, I have to say something eventually don't I?"

My heart fell apart. Harry was in love with someone else, someone he wanted to tell apparently quite desperately. I groaned on impulse without thinking about the fact that Harry would hear me. Harry heard me and froze, growing tense as he pulled his wand out of his pocket. He whispered a spell I couldn't hear and then pounced on me as though he suddenly could see me. I fell back against the ground with a cry, unable to move as Harry was straddling my thin waist, his wand poking me gently in the tip of the nose. It was a strange situation to be sure, but all I had racing through my mind was 'Harry's on top of me! Oh my God, the hot guy's on top of me, what the bloody hell do I do now? What if someone sees us? I don't care, the hot guy's on top of me, Yay!'

"Malfoy, what were you doing in the buses listening to my conversation?" Harry demanded, his voice growing low and rough. I had never heard him talk that way before and it shocked me nearly as much as it excited me. He grabbed a handful of the collar of my Quidditch robes, pulling my face right up next to his so that I was staring into his captivatingly emerald green eyes. "Speak now Malfoy or I'll just have to force you to!"

"And how are you going to do that Potter?" I sneered up at him, as terrified of what he could do to me as I was skeptical that he would carry out his threat. I was too proud to admit that I was scared of Potter as he smirked down at me, raising his wand. "What are you going to do to me Potter?"

"Scared of me then Malfoy?" Potter laughed and I jerked beneath him, trying to push him off me. He didn't budge, instead wrapping his knees tighter around my waist until I thought I might faint from the bitter pleasure running through me. This was a situation I had both dreamed of and feared at the same time. I heard Harry softly mumble something under his breath before poking me painfully in the ribs as a strange sensation flowed through me. "Now tell me what you were doing Malfoy."

In my brain I though 'Does he think I'm an idiot, I'm not going to tell him' but my mouth uttered something else.

"I was sitting by the lake on my own so I could sort out my thoughts." I heard myself say. I suddenly realized what he had done to me – a temporary truth spell. Harry was bloody clever, the little sneak. "I heard your voice so I hid."

"Fair enough I guess." Harry said slowly, but he didn't get up. "Why did you make that noise then if you were hiding from me?"

"I heard what you said and it upset me." I said against my will. I could feel the effects of the spell wearing off and I struggled not to say what I felt coming out. "Because I – "

"Because you what?" Harry asked me confused. The spell had worn off and I quickly drew my own wand and duplicated Harry's spell, pushing him bodily off me to gain the upper hand so I was the one on top. And you can have no idea how much I enjoyed that! "Hey, how did you do that? You little cheat!"

"Tell me who you were talking about Potter!" I spat out venomously, wanting to know who had stolen my happiness so I could punish them severely for it. "Who are you in love with?"

"You Malfoy, I'm in love with you." Harry said slowly, his eyes wide at what he had just admitted to me. I gasped, almost slipping off of him in my state of shock. Harry Potter loved me? Oh my God, my prayers were answered at last! I could tell the effects of my spell were fading by the way the look on Harry's face changed slowly. First it was the numb nothingness, next came the sickly shock and realization stage, and finally Harry went very pale and looked utterly miserable. I almost felt sorry for him, but I was too excited for myself to stay in that frame of mind for too long. "Malfoy um did I just um. Did I just say what I think I did?"

"Bloody hell Potter, I hope so!" I smiled wickedly, leaning down to grab his face between my hands. Harry looked shocked beyond belief, stuttering weakly as I grew my face closer to his.

"What are you doing Malfoy?" Harry asked sounding a little scared. It was my turn to laugh this time.

"Something I should have done to you a long time ago." I said wickedly, just before I placed my mouth over his. He didn't pull away from me I smiled in my brain as I kissed him. Harry had wanted this almost as much as I had apparently by the way he was moaning in pleasure beneath me. Triumph surged through me as Harry laced his fingers through my hair as he rose up to pull me closer to him. I couldn't tell you how we stayed like that, making-out with each other beside the lake until the sky turned dark and we realized we would be missed. "What are we going to do now that we both know about each other's um... feelings?"

"We have to keep pretending to hate each other." Harry said quietly, not looking at me when he said it.

"What?" I asked, sad to hear him say that. I looked at the ground, upset. "I thought you said you loved me Harry."

"I do Malfoy, I do love you with all my heart, please believe me about that!" Harry said desperately taking my two hands between both his own in an attempt to convince me of his feelings for me. "But don't you see what I mean?"

"No, I don't Harry." I said softly, pressing my face into his shoulder. I felt his arms snake their way around my body and I glowed with happiness. "It was easy to pretend to hate you when I thought you hated me, but now I don't know if I can keep up the act."

"I know, it'll be hard for me too Draco." He whispered in my ear. I had never heard him say my first name before, and I liked how he said it. Damn I was falling hard and fast for British hottie. "Everyone will wonder about us if we're suddenly nice to each other, you know? They'd all find out that we're um – together. And I'm not ready to tell Ron and the others about my need to snog hot boys."

"We're together?" I asked, happy to hear him say it first. He smiled at me and nodded. "Like boyfriends or dating?"

"Like boyfriends, unless you don't want to Draco." Harry prompted, staring down into my face with love written all over his face I was happy to see. He was only a few inches taller than me, but the sight of him staring down at me like that was almost more than I could take. Then I registered the last bit of his statement and pulled away, angry with him and slightly jealous. "Wait, how many other hot boys have you gone off and snogged Harry?"

"Just you Draco, just you love." Harry laughed, pulling me back into his arms. "So, can you handle us being a secret for a while Draco?"

"I'd do anything for you Harry." I murmured before capturing Harry's bottom lip between my teeth to suck on it. Harry moaned again as I pushed him back down onto the soft grass beside the edge of the lake as I slipped my tongue inside his mouth.

End Flashback (End POV)

Harry staggered into the common room and collapsed into the armchair beside the fire, exhausted from his previous snogging session with Draco Malfoy behind the greenhouses. As soon as he hit the chair he closed his eyes, falling instantly asleep.

"Where were you Harry, we were getting tired of waiting for you." Hermione said, coming up behind him to put her arm around his shoulders and hug him against her as Ron moved to join her. He jumped, jerking back awake. Ron sniggered as he sat himself down in the other armchair, Hermione sitting in front of him to lean back against his knees happily. "You look tired Harry, what have you been doing?"

"I'll tell you what he's been doing Hermione, he's been snogging someone!" Ron laughed. Harry looked at him, confused and worried. How the bloody hell did Ron know these things? "So who is she Harry? It can't Kate, she's in America."

"Who's Kate then?" Hermione asked, and Harry had to go through the whole Kate explanation again, sighing when he was finished. "She sounds wonderful Harry, but Ron's right you know."

"Ron's right about what Hermione?" Harry asked her, not giving in. He felt like a caged animal trapped with no hope of escape but he wasn't going down without a fight.

"Kate's in America, so who have you been kissing all these times after the Quidditch games when you come back late? Or those odd times when you go missing for hours at a time and come back to say you were just out taking a walk?" Hermione said proving just how much she paid attention. "It's about time Harry, we're your friends."

"You are my friends, but I can't tell you." Harry sighed, heading for the stairs to his bed, but Ron grabbed him from behind, forcing him onto the ground face first so his glasses went sliding across the floor away from him. "Get off me Ron!"

"No, not until you tell us who you've been snogging all the time in secret!" Ron said sternly, pressing down on Harry's spinal cord, which hurt quite a lot by the way. "Who is she Harry?"

"ITS NOT A SHE RON!" Harry yelled, shoving Ron off of him while he was in his state of sickened shock. "It's not a girl I've been sneaking around with, okay?"

"What do you mean not a she Harry? Of course it's a she!" Ron laughed, not bothering to pick himself off the ground.

"Its not a she Ron, I'm bisexual okay?" Harry said seriously, looking from Ron to Hermione for a reaction. Hermione looked nonplussed, like she must have already guessed about him or something but Ron looked shocked. No, he looked worse than shocked – he looked livid and confused at the same time.

Things running through Harry's mind at this point: Ron's gonna punch my lights out and tell the whole ruddy school I'm gay – which I'm not. I'm bisexual, girls are still attractive even though I love and adore hot little Draco Malfoy. Take Kate for instance...

Things running through Ron's mind at this point: I slept in the same ruddy room with him for just about five blinking years and never noticed! What's wrong with him? This is so screwed up! I'm gonna punch his lights out and tell the whole ruddy school...

Things running through Hermione's head at this point: So Harry's bisexual, I could have guessed as much with the way he acts. Which ever lucky guy that's been running around snogging Harry, I curse you lucky jerk...

Things running through Draco's mind at this point even though in the Slytherin common room and he's not with Harry to hear this wonderful confession Harry's making to his two best friends: I wonder if Harry's thinking about me right now like I'm thinking about him right now. I miss so much him already and we've only been apart about an hour or so! When is he going to bloody tell his gits-for-friends so we can come out of the closet about our relationship already...

Draco might just get his wish a little sooner than he expected to. Like at breakfast the next day for example. Draco had just sat down at the Slytherin table when his eagle owl came flying over to him, a note clutched in his beak. Seeing at once that the signature on the letter was Harry's, Draco tore it from the owl's beak and opened it under the table so no one could see it. It read as follows:

Dear Darling Draco,

I need to speak with you now. I'll be out by the lake as soon as breakfast is started so please hurry. It's deadly important I'm afraid so don't dawdle.

Yours affectionately,

Harry

"Oh my God, this can't be what I think it is." Draco whispered to himself, shoving the paper in his pocket. "He's going to break up with me isn't he?"

"What was that Draco, I didn't hear you." Blaise said over the scraping of his cutlery on his gold plate. Draco murmured it was nothing and excused himself from the table. He had completely lost his appetite. Heading out to the place where the bushes met the edge of the lake where Harry and Draco had been meeting from the start when they arranged these secret meetings. Harry was standing by the lake just behind a tree tearing off chunks of bread from a large loaf to throw into the lake for the giant squid to scoop up and pull under the water to eat.

Things running through Harry's mind right now: I have to tell him Ron and Hermione know! If I don't this could be bad, but I love him too much to upset him like this...

Things going through Draco's mind right now: Harry is going to break up with me! Blood 'ell, what did I do wrong this time...

Things going through the Giant Squid's mind right now at this very second even though it's underwater: Why is it always bread crumbs? Can't a Squid get any descent food around here anymore...?

"Draco!" Harry smiled, tuning when he heard Draco coming towards him. Draco stopped some feet from him, tense and waiting for the blow to fall. "I have something to tell you."

"What is it Harry?" Draco asked as if he didn't already know. Which it turned out he didn't know.

"Ron and Hermione know about me being bisexual." Harry said quietly, not looking at me anymore. After a moment spent in stunned silence, Harry looked up into Draco's eyes. "And they know about – about us."

()()()()() This is just how I do page breaks. Love them, fear them, make them happy. Lol

Okay, there's chapter 2, the one you all asked for. I hope you liked it. Any comments, complaints, or questions - feel free to reivew and ask/comment. Anyone who reivews gets a cookis shaped like the golden Snitch!