This chapter is so cute I'm gonna puke.
Chptr14
Harry felt like she were floating. As she snuck up the stairs, the realisation of what had just happened struck her. She had just kissed Draco Malfoy. The concept would have been laughable only a few months ago, and yet… It had been the most perfect night of her life.
The Fat Lady chuckled as she reached the portrait hole.
"Had a good night then?"
"The best," she breathed with a sigh, pushing open the doorway.
She was surprised to discover that the common room wasn't as empty as she had expected it to be, she was also surprised that she wasn't surprised to see Hermione, and was looking forwards to telling her everything. She Ron were sitting on one of the sofas, Ron's arm thrown over 'Mione's shoulders and her head resting on Ron's. The minute Harry dragged herself in, they turned to look at her, Hermione with expectation, and Ron with a scowl.
"Well?" Hermione looked eager with anticipation, practically bouncing in her seat. Harry plonked herself down on an armchair and opened her mouth ready to spill every last detail. But she held her tongue when she saw the accusatory stare that Ron was shooting her. Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry and turned to Ron.
"If you're not going to be civil, you may as well go to bed!" she told him. He shot her a look, and left in a huff.
"So? What happened!? Did he kiss you? Oh my goodness, he did didn't he!" Harry blushed, the details coming back. Hermione then proceeded to do a very un-Hermione-like thing and jumped up squealing. She bounced over to Harry and gave her a huge hug.
"Eeeee! You guys are like perfect for each other! Oh you're so cute!" she hugged a thoroughly bemused Harry again. Parking herself on the arm of her chair, she grabbed Harry's arm and looked him in the eye with an impish grin. She was acting entirely out of character for the Hermione he'd know before he'd changed, but now, he realised that underneath all the bossiness and tough-girl act, there was an excitable teenager just waiting for someone to talk to about girly things.
"Spill," she demanded.
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Draco woke up smiling. He'd had the best night ever. First the kiss, then he and Harry had walked, and talked for a long time, until they finally went back to the castle, where they found the ball had ended. He yawned and stretched languidly. He could sense this was going to be a very good day.
Dressing quickly, he headed for the door of the dorms while his roommates were still sleeping. He'd managed to avoid the third degree last night and he wasn't planning on being questioned anytime soon. He made his way to the Great Hall, and grinned as he saw who was coming from the opposite direction.
He held out his hand, and Harry took it shooting him a shy smile which sent electric shocks up his spine.
"Want to shock some people?" he grinned.
"Do I ever!" Draco hadn't realised that Harry could be so… so Slytherin.
They walked through the doors into the Great Hall hand in hand. The minute they stepped through the door, the Great Hall erupted into whispers, pointing and staring. Draco turned to Harry and murmured softly:
"I think Gryffindor will be more receptive don't you?"
Harry nodded gratefully and they sat down at the table together with Hermione, Ron, Ginny and the twins. As soon as they sat down however, people immediately bombarded them with questions.
"Why are you here, snake?"
"What the hell Malfoy?"
"Are you guys like an item or something?"
"Oi! Shut up you lot!" That last from Ginny. Harry shot her a thankful look, she could always count on Ginny to be on her side. "Well? Are you gonna tell me what's going on?" she demanded, an expectant look on her face.
"I think so, what do you think Harry?" Draco had a mischievous look on his face, and Ginny looked delighted.
"I have no idea what's going on in your head, but I guess," Harry agreed, only partially telling the truth – she had a pretty good inkling of what Draco was going to do.
With a wicked grin, Draco pulled Harry into a kiss.
I think our couple's honeymoon period is about to jump the shark, don't you?