A/N: Short one just to properly finish off the previous one. I would really love it if people reviewed.

Are You Mine (part 2)

The next day was normal again. Two best friends hanging out at school, talking and laughing. The only difference was that now both of them were aware of the crushes they had on each other. Their normal routine was only occasionally interrupted by signs of it. Standard things. A hand lingering after an accidental touch. Eyes lingering after contact. Not knowing what to do about this was quickly becoming more frustrating than exciting.

Harry succeeded in taking his mind off of things in his favourite class. Defense Against The Dark Arts was fascinating to him. He always paid very close attention. He did want to become an Auror, after all. Harry often imagined himself doing the things they learnt in this class while the professor was explaining. This way, when he really needed to use them one day, it would always feel like he'd done it before. Already perfected the complicated techniques.

There was always a lot of talk about Harry liking the class so much. People associated it with Slytherin, and wizards turning evil. The things people thought about Slytherin annoyed Harry very much. It wasn't as if none of the other houses had ever produced a dark wizard. And it was definitely not true that no good ever came from Slytherin. Merlin was in Slytherin. People loved ignoring that. The stories did give Slytherins a wicked street cred, though. People were automatically scared of them, which was convenient since you didn't have to deal with annoying people you don't want to hang out with. People were also scared to get on your bad side, which meant a lot of politeness. Unless you rub them up the wrong way, nobody will bother you.

When class was over for the day Harry and Draco got up and started making their way to their common room. Harry was feeling off. Draco could tell and was looking over at him worriedly from time to time. This was so out of character Harry almost laughed. Instead he keeled over, grabbing at his forehead. It was like a nuclear bomb had just gone off inside it. Draco, who was almost expecting something like this, caught him before he hit the floor and dragged him into the nearest empty room, which was unfortunately a broom cupboard. He grabbed his best friend by the shoulders, and tried to see what was wrong with him. What he saw terrified him. Harry's eyes were as blank and unseeing as a corpse's, but Draco could feel his heart beating as if it was attempting to escape his chest, and he was gasping as if he was drowning. His lightning-shaped scar had an inhuman glow. A sheen of cold sweat covered him. Harry, looking up, still seeing nothing but what was apparently going on in his head, grabbed Draco's arms to keep him from falling over again. Draco was calling Harry's name, trying to get him back. They were stood there for about a minute before Draco thought of calling an adult for help. Just as he was about to do so Harry gave a strangled moan and collapsed into Draco's waiting arms. Thankfully it seemed to be over, but his breathing was still ragged. His eyes were closed. When they opened later they were still swimming with fear.

"What just happened?" Draco choked.

"Voldemort," Harry replied softly. "I'm sor-"

Draco grabbed his face and their lips collided in a long-awaited kiss. Harry's thoughts disappeared in a burst of butterflies. Neither of them ever wanted to pull away. Draco did eventually.

"Are you okay?" he asked seriously, burning his grey eyes into Harry's green ones.

"I am now," Harry whispered back. Draco kissed him again once.

"You scared the hell out of me, Potter," he said.

"Is that why you snogged me in a broom closet?" Harry laughed.

"You noticed, did you?" Draco smirked. "Well, what just happened to you made me realise that, you being you, there is good chance that something might happen to you before I got to do that. Since you're too lazy to and I'm too stupid to."

"Not lazy," Harry said. "We're both stupid I guess. I've been waiting for you to do that for the past three days. Never would have thought of doing it myself."

"Then I assume we're both glad I finally did," Draco drawled, smirking at him. "Think you can use your own legs now?"

Harry nodded, and Draco helped him up. "I wonder what people will think about two guys disappearing into a broom closet and only emerging half an hour later," Harry mused. Draco took his hand and said, "Better not let them get the wrong impression." Harry was very surprised, but he didn't protest at all. "If they don't like it, who cares what they think anyway."

They walked out like that, holding hands. Some people stared at them. Some people were shocked, while others who had assumed that it would happen eventually were glad that it finally had. Some were disgusted by the sight of two boys in love. But Draco was right. Who cares what they thought.