Chapter Ten

"But, but you're sure he will be ok?" Hermione asked for the seventeenth time.

"Yes. He should be fine. Once I pumped the pot and coffee out of his stomach…gave him a calming drought and erased the scars…I gave him a sleeping potion. He should be waking soon.

"Scars?" asked a baffled Ron.

"Didn't you know? The poor dear fell on a dagger."

"I thought I healed that…" Hermione mumbled.

"Obviously not, or there wouldn't be blood all over the sheets." drawled a cold, distant voice from the entrance.

"Malfoy." Hermione stated...not the most friendly greeting mind you, but a greeting all the same.

"Hermione." he nodded.

"OH!! OH-HO HO! It's Hermione now, is it? You can just drop this Mr. Nice-Guy act now, buddy! I know that you're up to something!" yelled Ron unexpectedly.

"And just what am I 'up to'?" he smirked.

Ron looked at Hermione for help, then Harry, before he realized that he was still asleep. "Well, I don't know yet! But I sure as hell you're not here to pick up your ATZs! Yes! I did research AIDS…you disgust me! I'll find out what your motives are!" he raged.

"You do that." replied Draco casually.

Ron glared at Draco. "Come on Hermione. Let's leave…wouldn't want to catch anything snooty."

Draco turned away from the couple as they left. Obviously, they were still upset that Draco was now Harry's friend. Well, Draco wanted to be more than a friend, and feared he proved so last night. He looked at Harry sleeping peacefully, the sunlight streaming across his face. He looked a bit pale, and seemed to have a worried look about his features, even in his sleep.

Oh Harry…thought Draco, If only I knew how you felt about that kiss…

Draco stroked his hand down Harry's cheek. So soft…

Harry's lips curled into a small smile and he heaved a sigh of content, "Mhmmm…Draco", he murmured, rolling over in his sleep.

"Wow. That was fast." Draco climbed onto the bed…and Harry. Straddling him, Draco leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Harry's perfect lips.

Harry's eyes shot open. "What the fu-mhmmm", the poor docile Gryffindor mumbled giving easily into the kiss. Finally, a kiss longer than a peck! A kiss of exploration, caring, and bringing each boy into a stage of bliss. The kiss was so long in fact, that I am going to wait and hum the Harry Potter theme song until they are done. Dun dunnn dun dunnnn dun duunnnnnnn dunnn dunnnnnn dunnn dun dun dunnn dun dunnnn…..Alright. They're done.

"Wow. The Boy-Who-Lived is on crack…who would have known?"

"Yeah…well…that-that was…you see, because you…well…shut up. I wouldn't be here in the first place if it hadn't been for you!"

"Me?"

"Yes! You kissed me and bloody ran away! I was going crazy! I was on crack, I tried committing suicide, and then I got hyped up on coffee, and ran around the school like a mad-man screaming about monsters!"

"Oh…that was you?"

"OF COURSE IT WAS ME!"

"You're such a fuckwit, Potter." And Draco proceeded to seal this oh-so-romantic statement with a kiss. :sigh: dun dunnn dun dunnnn dun dunnnn dunn dunnnn….dunnn dun dun dunnn dun dunnnn….

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"Harry, I just can't work with these!" Draco whined, trying to maneuver around Harry's bifocals. (That was really funny to say…bifocals…hah).

"What?"

Draco snatched Harry's glasses off his face and threw them out the nearest window. "To the library!"

"You sound like Hermione."

SMACK

"Ow!"

"You deserved it…junkie."

"God, I'm never going to live this down am I?"

"No, and I'm not going to hide anything sharp from you from now on too. Give me your quills."

"No."

"Yes, bitch."

"Did you just call me a bitch?"

"Maybe."

"Wow. You really are a poofter."

SMACK

"God damnit Malfoy stop hitting me!"

"Stop calling me Malfoy, Potter!"

"Well, then- hey! Our names sound rather cute together."

"They do…why don't we just go and scribble them all over our Transfiguration books?"

Harry buried his face in his hand, blushing crimson.

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CLANG

"Argh!" Harry unsteadily got back to his feet from the ground. This was the fifth time in the last fifteen minutes he had run into a pole. He really needed his glasses back…but alas; he couldn't get them back because SOMEONE HAD THROWN THEM OUT A WINDOW!

"MALFOY! I CAN'T SEE WHAT'S GOING ON!

THUD

"GOD DAMNIT WHERE ARE YOU!?"

Draco laughed and pulled Harry's hand into his own. "You're as blind as a bat without your glasses, Potter. Don't worry, I'll guide you do the library."

As soon as both boys stepped into a main hallway it was as though a spotlight was put on them. Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, was holding hands with Harry Potter, 'The Chosen One'…who seemed to be missing his glasses and had a remarkable amount of bruises and bumps covering his face.

Whispers started spreading around the room like a wild fire, Potter and Malfoy holding hands…holy crap.

"OI!" Draco shouted loudly and jumped onto the nearest table (Yes, there are random, convenient tables in the hallways, shut up), "STOP BLOODY WHISPERING!"

Everyone fell silent. Yes, he was just that powerful. I know he's skinny, pale, and feminine…but he's a little raging ball of fire!

"It's not like I fancy him or anything!" Draco shot Harry a look of pure hatred. "Listen, Saint Potter got on my nerves, so I smashed his ugly face in and destroyed his repulsive glasses. Unfortunately, we were caught by Dumbledore so I had to guide him here. Understand?"

"Oh of course Draco, you're not holding his hand, you're just guiding him!" smirked Blaise Zambini.

Draco shot Blaise a well pronounced glare. He jumped off the table gracefully and went to the Gryffindor towers, leading Harry all the way. As soon as they entered the Boy's dormitory and once out of ear shot, Harry turned to Draco, actually he turned to a wall that he thought was Draco…he really was blind.

"I guess this means, you're not ready to go public with our relationship?" he asked a table."

Draco put his hands on Harry's shoulders and turned him around so that they were facing each other. "Harry, if this got around the school…you would be in the front page as 'Boy-Who-Lived-To-Get-With-Death-Eater's-Son…and my father would kill me."

Harry sighed. "I can't see your gorgeous face. It's pissing me off. You get no kiss."

"No! What to you mean no kiss?"

"Well…I understand why you don't want to go public…I guess I agree. It might be fun to keep this a secret you know? But, you took away my eyes…so I'm taking away the kisses until you find a way to able myself to see. Then we'll talk." Harry said pushing Draco out of the door.

"But! But, not even a peck-" and the door was promptly slammed on Draco's oh-so-gorgeous face.

Needless to say, Draco didn't sleep the entire night, looking through book after book, and finally going to Hermione for help. Damn, this kid really wanted a kiss.

A/N: I updated early as a birthday present for me…but really its for you, so that doesn't make sense. I wanted reviews for my birthday ohkay? And I'm just gonna ignore the fact that my birthday was on Tuesday lol. Anyways, thanks for the reviews! They make me really happy!! I'll keep writing with more reviews…they inspire me! So I was really bored in study hall today and I started writing a one-shot (HPDM who else?) I'm not finished yet, but look out for that, it shall be posting soon hopefully!! (I apologize for any grammar mistakes, but im doing this without a beta...so yeah. )THANK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!