Disclaimer: I owe a big thanks to Winga for giving me some awesome conversations that Ron could have with Harry the morning after :D And on with the boring disclaimer; JKRowling owns everything, except from Drarry. :)

The beautiful Spring morning saw a disgruntled red-headed boy waiting in a semi-empty dormitory, waiting for the other occupants of the room to come out from their curtained bed.

I sighed. I'm hungry, but I really need to talk to Harry, right now. And by the looks of things, he wasn't exiting his bed anytime soon. I sat down on his bed angrily, picking at a hole in my bedcovers, waiting for him to get up.

After another 10 minutes of silence, I gave up. I stood up, stormed forwards and ripped open the curtains. What I saw was so surprising I actually felt the need to grab hold of one of the wooden posts of Harry's bed to steady myself. There, in Harry's arms, was a sleeping Draco, looking so innocent, that I forgot why we ever hated him in the first place.

"He looks beautiful, doesn't he?" Harry whispered, gazing down at his lover.

I looked up, startled and saw an awake Harry smiling.

"I-I suppose ... look Harry, we need to talk," I murmured back. My stomach rumbled, reminding me of it's emptiness, "now."

Harry sighed softly, "I was expecting this." He slowly slid out from the clutches of Draco, and left the bed, pausing to watch him pull Harry's pillow to his chest and curl up next to it. He smiled, and joined Ron in sitting down.

"So," Harry whispered.

"So, indeed. First thing's first, I heard everything from last night." I whispered, looking at his face in amusement as it changed from lovesick to alarm in only a few seconds, flat.

"Wha- Really?!" Harry said urgently, running his hands through his messy hair.

"Seriously Harry," I said, "you're one of the greatest wizards in our time and you can't even do a good Silencing Charm?"¹

Harry looked at me sheepishly and muttered, "Guess I just got caught up in the moment or something."

I just shook my head at him, "Now, another thing. I don't mind it being a bloke, I don't mind it being a Slytherin, heck, I don't even mind so much it's Malfoy we're talking about, but I do mind the fact that you didn't tell us!"²

Harry bit his lip and looked down at his hands, "I-I guess it was because it was Draco, that I'm ... well ... meeting, and I thought you'd just ... explode ... or something like that." He looked up, a nervous grin on his face, "Anyhow, how come you don't mind it being Draco that I'm in love with?"

"I saw him in your arms ... something just changed in me, just felt that if he made you happy, then that's fine with me," I answered.

"Oh, please. Don't say a Weasley has feelings for me!" came a voice from Harry's bed. We both looked at the bed and saw Draco propped up on one arm, a smirk in place.

I pulled a face and something strange happened: He actually smiled at me, as if we'd been friends for years.

"Only kidding, Ronald. Only Harry is allowed feelings for the beautiful and talented Draco Malfoy," he said, letting himself lay back down and pull the covers up. Harry smiled and sat on his bed, letting Draco's hands wind themselves around his waist.

I smiled at the two love-birds and stood up to leave, but something else popped into my food-starved mind.

"What about Hermione, will you tell her?" I asked.

"Actually, Ron, she already knows. She's the one who let us in last night."³ Harry said, laying down. Draco's hands pulled him closer and he sighed happily.

I stood there, my mouth hanging open.

"Don't do that, Ronald, Hermione won't go after you when you look gormless," Draco's voice said, muffled by Harry's neck.

I shook my head, grinned at the two, and left, letting my stomach lead the way.

A/N: ¹²³ - These were the phrases that Winga suggested, and I instantly loved them!! So, anyhow, there you go! A sequel! Review please :D