"Sorry, dude. No Slytherins can-oh! My mistake Malfoy, come on in."

Draco nodded at the the 3rd year, and walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. A party was being held inside for the House's victory in the last Gryffindor/Slytherin quidditch match. Easily locating a bushy head, the Slytherin all but ran to his squad.

"Weasley.", he hissed. The red head's smiling face, instantly dropped. She quickly replaced her original smile with a nervous one.

"Er...hey, coach! Um...we won the game!"

Draco sneered at her, and she bit her lip.

" ...yay?"

"Weasley, you know perfectly well that Harry wanted to keep our relationship on the down-low!"

Ginny raised her eyebrows, in surprise.

"That's why you're so worked up?"

"Well, no shit...and I'm not worked up!"

A crazed-looking Draco Malfoy would almost be comical, if the ginger wasn't so confused.

"I..." She looked at the squad in confusion.

"Malfoy...we thought you'd be mad because we called you from the stands...", Lavender said, cocking her head.

"Not because Potter wanted to...", Pansy stopped talking, her eyes glazing over.

By now, the blond was getting extremely creeped out. Suddenly, Hermione spun on him.

"Draco Malfoy, you are a fucking, idiotic...idiot!"

"What did I do?!"

Ginny rolled her eyes, at the both of them.

"Malfoy, the only reason Harry would want to keep your relationship 'on the down-low', is because he thinks you want it to be hidden."

Draco didn't answer. Pansy glared at him.

"What did you say?"

"What?"

"Draco, what did you tell Potter?"

"Nothing!"

"Draco, darling, you may be able to control half the school with your way with words, but you must admit..."

She crossed her arms, smirking.

"When you're around Potter, you tend to get a little...tongue-tied."

The Slytherin blushed a deep red, and glared at her.

"So?"

Pansy sat on the Gryffindor couch with all the grace of ballerina, crossing her legs and all.

"I'm assuming you said, "Of course you can tell your friends, but let's not shout it out to the world, Potter."

Draco bowed his head, mumbling, "I said Harry."

The girls gasped.

Luna's usually bubbly smile had vanished. "Malfoy, we know you only meant he didn't have to tell everyone, not that he couldn't. But...Harry probably thinks you don't want anyone to know."

Millicent nodded in agreement. "And you called him Harry."

"I always call him Harry."

Ginny shook her head in the negative. "Not when you're saying something snarky."

Hermione sighed in distress. "Meaning, Harry took you completely seriously."

The Slytherin growled. "Alright! I'll clarify my statement, later. Why are you all taking this so bloody seriously?!"

"Because Harry probably thinks you're ashamed of your relationship!"

"No..."

Draco and his cheerleading squad spun around to meet a green-eyed, trembling-lipped Harry Potter.

"I...I thought you were ashamed of me."

Draco shook his head. "Oh, Harry..."

"I thought..." Harry closed and eyes, and took a deep breath, promising himself he wouldn't cry this time.

"I thought you didn't want anyone to know we were dating, because I'm..." Harry turned his face away, giving a strained laugh. "Well, I'm a boy in a mini-skirt. I'm sure that says enough."

He faced his squad again. "But I didn't care!", he said hurriedly.

"I was just glad you loved me."

Draco looked Harry in the eye, and the Boy-Who-Lived felt like his boyfriend could see straight into him.

"Harry Potter, I have never been ashamed of you. I've hated you. Bloody hell, I've hated you with a passion for years...so many years. I've respected you. Even when I hated you, that damn respect was still there. And now..."

Draco smiled. "I love you. You don't even know..."

The blond rubbed his face.

"Merlin, Harry, you don't even bloody know how much I love you. But...but I never have and never will be ashamed of you."

Draco looked into wet emerald eyes, and shook his head in exasperation.

"Don't you know that, Harry?"

"Oh, Merlin..." Harry's voice cracked.

"Draco..."

The blond opened his arms, and Harry ran into them. The boy squealed as Draco lifted him off his feet and spun him in the air.

Draco laughed. "You're such a bloody girl."

Harry stuck out his tongue in retaliation.

"You know you love it."

"Yeah..." Draco kissed him on the nose, and Harry blushed.

"Yeah, I do."

"Aww...", cooed the cheerleading squad.

Harry blushed deeper, and tried to pull away, but Draco wasn't having it.

"No way. Didn't I say I wasn't leaving this time?"

"No. You said you were never leaving again."

"Guess we'll be here for awhile, then."

Draco gave his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips. The cheerleaders began to fangirl, and Harry blushed a deeper red.

"Draaacoo...", he whined.

Draco smirked. "What's wrong, Potter?"

The blond leaned down, and dramatically stage whispered in to Harry's ear.

"Are you looking for somewhere more...private?"

The Boy-Who-Lived-Twice, the Savior, the conqueror of Lord Voldemort...ran up to the boys dorms in a mini-skirt, and spelled the door shut.

Hermione chuckled. "I think you might have scared him."

Draco shrugged. "Scaring Harry is my new choice of entertainment."

Ginny grinned. "I thought that was seeing him in a mini-skirt."

"True."

Pansy smirked. "I could've sworn it was fuck-"

"Would you look at the time.", a slightly pink Draco said.

"Malfoy-"

Draco Malfoy ran so fast from the Gryffindor Common room, the squad could've sworn he had Apparated.

Millicent grinned. "Now, who's scared?"

Lavender gasped. "Have they not...you know...done it, yet?"

Hermione laughed at her gossip-loving friend.

"I don't think so."

Ginny and Pansy shared a smirk, the same thought running through their heads. Pansy voiced said thought.

"Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"

A/N: So, what do you think? Review!