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A/N: As always, thanks go to my brilliant beta Natalya. This chapter is dedicated to my good friend Lauren.

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Hermione

"You"

He felt the other boy shiver as he began to trace his jawline with soft lips.

"You," he murmured again before pressing those lips to Harry's, gently at first, but with more urgency as the brunette responded.

He lost himself in the taste that seemed as familiar to him as his own face. He had experienced it before in his dreams, but now he was drowning in it. He ran his tongue over the other's lip and was immediately granted access to the warmth within. Harry moaned, sending shockwaves of pleasure and desire crashing through Draco.

Even his body's demand for oxygen took second place to his need to be closer to Harry, but it could not be ignored. His entire being ached with loss as he broke the kiss, but the whimper that escaped the other boy brought an amused smile to his face.

Pulling away slightly, he looked intently at the face in front of him, noting the blazing emerald of the Gryffindor's eyes, the perfect curve of his kiss-swollen lips.

Slowly, he brought his hand up to the boy's face, and stroked the soft skin watching as Harry's eyes closed, and he leaned into the touch. "Draco," he whispered softly. "Draco."

"Harry." Draco smiled and kissed him again, softly.

There was a sharp tap at the window. Draco looked up to find an owl perched on the sill, a scrap of paper in its beak.

"What?" Harry asked, frowning slightly as Draco moved away.

Draco pointed to the window. "Hermione." he said simply.

He took the note from the owl, which swooped off into the night.

Not bothering to glance at it, he gave the note to Harry, sitting down beside him on the desk.

"Time's up?" Harry read. "What does that mean?"

"It means we have five minutes left until curfew. It means we should be going." Draco's hand wandered across the desk until it brushed against Harry's. Unthinkingly, the Gryffindor's hand wrapped itself around the pale fingers.

There was another silent moment, each boy knowing that they should leave, neither wanting to, and then Harry stood up with a sigh, his hand still holding on to Draco's.

"Well I guess...we should be going then." Harry pulled the Cloak out of his pocket and, to Draco's surprise, threw it one-handed over them both.

"Come on." He said. He pulled Draco to his feet slightly harder than necessary, causing the blonde to stumble into him.

Draco looked up at him, eyebrow raised, and was met with an innocent grin.

He found it difficult to concentrate on the journey through the castle, preoccupied with the fact that Harry's hand was still grasping his tightly, so it was with great surprise that he found himself at the stretch of wall concealing the Slytherin common room.

He looked suspiciously at Harry and was met again by a look that practically radiated innocence. He had a feeling that look was used quite a lot.

Rolling his eyes, he slipped out from under the Cloak and whispered the password. Harry's hand tightened briefly around his and then he was gone.

HPDM

Harry found Hermione sitting alone in the empty common room. She looked up when he entered

"Harry! It's almost midnight, Where have you been?"

"I...went for a walk."

Hermione looked worried. "Why? Did something happen?Are you alright?"

"No, I'm fine, really."

"So what happened? Did you meet him? Did it go alright?"

Harry sat down in a chair opposite her. "Hermione, when did you start hanging around with Draco Malfoy?"

"Oh that?" She waved a hand as if to brush the question aside. "That's not important."

"Hermione..."

"Oh alright, I found him in the library just after term started. He was going through some...stuff. I helped him out a bit. He's alright really."

Harry sighed. "Does Ron know?"

"Of course not, you know Ron, he'd flip out."

She had a point. And she was just friends with the Slytherin. Harry couldn't even begin to contemplate what Ron might do if he ever found out about him and Draco.

Hermione's face lit up with excitement. "So come on, what happened? What did he say? What did you say? Did you kiss him?"

One look at her face told him that he was not getting out of this, so he told her what happened, leaving out the minor details. Like the way Draco's eyes had shone like molten silver. And how his heart had raced as the other boy's tongue mapped the inside of his mouth.

But he couldn't stop himself from trailing off now and then, smiling as he remembered the look on his face as he'd pulled him up, or the feel of his cool hand against his face...

"So what are you going to do now?" Hermione's voice brought him out of his reverie. "Are you going to meet him again? There's a Hogsmede weekend coming up soon. You can arrange to meet him there. I'll keep Ron busy..."

Harry could feel his brain start to disengage. It was late and he was exhausted. He yawned.

"Go get some sleep Harry. I'll talk to Draco tomorrow and we can sort something out OK?" Hermione sounded both sympathetic and excited, her mind working at full capacity. He wondered vaguely how she managed it.

He nodded and stood up, sleep already clouding the edges of his mind. Reaching his dorm, he fell, fully clothed onto his warm four-poster bed, where the dream was waiting for him.

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A/N: Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, it was necessary. Thanks very much to everyone who's reviewed and added this story to their story alerts, it's much appreciated. Boxes of mint chocolate Harrys for reviewers.