"Morning, Potter." Draco smirked, sitting down next to his red and gold clad classmate. Harry gave him a brief smile before looking back down at his blank parchment. A dark feathered quill rested limply in his hand, and Draco tugged it out of the non-existent grip. This got Harry's attention, and he looked up to find the silver eyes of Draco trained on him whole the tip of the quill traced back and forth over his lips. It continued until Draco bite down on it through a smirk, and Harry rolled his eyes and tugged the feather back into his own hands.
When Snape walked in, Draco had been giving a lusty gaze to his counterpart for how many minutes, and Harry felt slightly…uncomfortable. Not like he didn't want attention from the blonde, just that it was…it was hot in the room. That was it. Snape needed a fan, how did he not get over heated in those long black robes of his? Harry tore his eyes away from Draco's and back to the front of the class and rubbed a self conscious hand across the back of his neck. The pads of his fingers were not met with moisture; maybe more than just the temperature was a little hot.
Harry nearly jumped out of his seat when a hand fell on his knee. The pale hand seemed to travel further and further up every time Snape glanced over to them, and when Harry was just about whimpering, Draco's hand disappeared, and was replaced with the silver stare again. And the last draw was when Snape gave them a large Potions essay (which Harry would probably fail because of the blonde distraction,) and the whole class groaned. Especially Draco. No, Draco didn't even moan, he just groaned sensually next to the flustered Gryffindor. Said teen stood up and voiced a very loud question.
"May I go to the loo?"
Snape glared and waved him off with a hand, and the whole class watched Harry retreat. When the darked haired teen reached the door, he turned back briefly and gave a smirking blonde a smoldering look. Sooner rather than later, Draco would get what was coming to him.
….
Draco was the impatient sort of person. If he wanted something done, he wanted it done now. He was also painfully blunt when it came to voicing his opinions, thoughts, and general wants. Because he didn't like to be kept waiting.
When Harry told him that he wanted to keep their relationship a secret until they were emotionally mature, he wasn't very pleased. But he also had a lot of respect for Harry, and had been respecting the request for almost 2 months now. In his opinion, Harry should start respecting Draco's requests some more and realize that the relationship was very emotionally mature. Close to being physically, if Draco analyzed how they acted around each other long enough.
And being the impatient person he was, he straight up told Harry that he wanted to be snogged, cuddled, linked by hands, in public now instead of private. The raven haired teen looked pissed for a moment before his brows furrowed, and he nodded, and they were devising a plan. It would be simple and not emotional. Their friends could have no say, because they would show the entire school before saying anything. They actually didn't have to say anything; the plan including acting as if nothing was normal, other than the public affection.
On a Tuesday morning, they strode into the Great Hall holding hands, and stood their small talking until they captured most everyone's attention. When they felt more than a few curious eyes on them, they turned to each other, and the former enemies kissed briefly, before turning and walking to their respective tables.
Needless to say, there was definitely a group of wide-eyed Gryffindors and a group of gaping Slytherins.