"Harry!" Draco almost screamed. Harry's sprint slowed to a walk, and his head snapped around to face Draco. His eyes grew wide.
"No, Malfoy, don't hurt me." His voice grew small as he crouched on the floor, shielding himself from Draco. "I-I don't know what's gotten into me. I've just had all these feelings, strange feelings." Harry let out a sob. Draco knelt down next to the crying boy.
"Harry," He put an arm around him. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said as Harry flinched. "I'm not mad."
Harry sniffled. "Why not?"
Draco let out a sigh. "Because I've wanted that for a while."
"What?"
"Do I really have to express my feelings again? I'm not a Hufflepuff, Potter."
"Yes."
"Fine, you want the straight answer?"
"Yes."
"I love you." Harry's quivering body became as still as a stone as Draco uttered those words.
"Well, that's not a very straight answer." Harry erupted into a giddy laugh. Draco's face turned a bright red. Maybe he was wrong about Harry's feelings for him.
"I'll just be on my way then." Draco muttered.
"No!" Harry stopped laughing. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Whatever, Potter." Draco said bitterly. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes; he needed to get out of there; Harry couldn't see him cry. He quickly tore down the hallway when suddenly, an arm curled around him, forcing his boxy to twirl around.
"No, Draco." Harry said. "I've had enough of the playing around. Look, I'm sorry for laughing. This is just…new for me."
"Enough of the playing around? I'm not the one who laughed while the other confessed his…feelings."
Harry grinned. "Oh, shut up." He said, bringing Draco's lips to his once more.
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The coupling sat in the corridor for while, pouring their hearts out.
"I've got to go." Harry sighed after a bit. "You know, the Potions test tomorrow. I've still got to study."
"Since when did Harry Potter care about school work?" Draco laughed wickedly.
"Goodnight, Draco." Harry said quietly as he gave Draco's hand a gentle squeeze.
"Goodnight."
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"Harry, wake up!" Ron's voice jolted Harry awake.
"Huh? Draco?" he mumbled, still halfway in Dreamland.
"Bloody hell, have you been drinking?"
"No!" Harry gasped, realizing what he had said.
"Do I look like a prat to you?" Ron snorted.
"Sorry, mate, bad dream." Harry quickly recovered from his screw up.
"Oh, right. Let's go to breakfast. Hermione's already down there. Oh! I almost forgot! She came on to me last night, she did!" Ron exclaimed, the look of a lovestruck schoolboy plastered across his face.
"Hate to break it to you, Ron, but she's been coming on to you since third year." Harry chuckled.
"What? No!"
"Yep, make your move soon, because that Dean Thomas has been eying her up lately."
"Yeah, right. Who says I bloody love her, anyways? Because I don't!"
"Nobody said anything about loving her." Harry stared at Ron, whose face turned crimson as he realized what he actually said.
"I, er,"
"Come on; breakfast."
"Oh, yes. I'm starving!" Ron said, glad for the subject change. Harry shook with laughter, giddy laughter, as a thought hit him. Had Draco been cluing him in all along too?