Author's note~ i apologize, but this is going to be a rushed chapter. i hadnt realized it had already been a week since chapter one was posted. i promise to do better with chapter three. also, ive never written smut before so itll take me some time to get there, but ive read enough to know what im doing once it happens. ;) thanks to all of the other drarry authors out there for unwittingly guiding me and thank you to my friend cristie for helping me with this 3 on to the story!

Chapter 2

When Harry arrived at Grimmauld place, he was still trembling. He thought all of those memories had been put behind him, but a simple look from someone who only vaguely resembled Draco had opened the floodgates of his mind. Draco. He was still Draco in Harry's head and, Harry suspected, always would be.

He traipsed to the kitchen and started to make some tea. Sitting at the table with his mug cradled between his hands, he watched the steam rise and tried to think of a suitable excuse for his traitorous mind.

The 11th annual celebration ball for Voldemort's defeat was in a few weeks. It could be that all the planning for the event that he had helped McGonagall with had subconciously triggered those memories without him realizing it, a part of his brain reasoned.

But you've been helping with the planning for months. Why now, did those memories surface, the other side of his mind supplied.

Harry snorted. It seemed hopeless. He couldnt even agree with himself.

Maybe im just working too hard.

Maybe im just lonely.

Maybe i just miss Dra-

NO. Harry refused to pursue that trail of thought. It was Draco's decision to leave, Draco's decision to stay gone, and Drac-MALFOY'S-decision to ignore his letters and practically disappear off the face of the earth. Harry had moved on.

Draining the last of his tea, he threw his mug in the sink for Kreacher to clean and headed for bed. He didnt care that it was only seven in the evening.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins from his anger, Harry was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Harry took Draco's hand and allowed him to take the lead. His mind was all too aware that he was dancing with Draco Malfoy under the moon with soft music drifting through the windows. And they were alone. As Draco tightened his grip on Harry's waist and moved him a bit closer, his body became very aware of that fact as well.

"Isnt this weird for you?" Harry questioned.

"Is what weird?"

"Dancing with a man...with me..."

Draco laughed, a sound that Harry could get very used to hearing.

"You're not the first man ive danced with Harry, nor the first that ive liked."

Harry stiffened. Draco had to be playing a game with him now. There was no way he could actually be-

"Whats the matter Harry? You didnt know I was gay? I thought everyone knew. I bet nobody else knows about you though."

Harry couldnt breathe. This was too surreal. Draco sodding Malfoy was gay, and knew that Harry was gay, and supposedly had some crush on him?

"How do you know i'm gay? Dont you think if i was that Ron and Hermione would at least know? How could i keep that a secret from them?"

"Because they dont watch you the way i do Harry. I know your favorite ice cream, the way you drink your tea, your favorite subject is actually charms as opposed to DADA as everyone suspects, i know that you sleep as late as you can on the weekends and barely make it to breakfast in time, and i know that you prefer men."

"How-"

"I watch you Harry. I always have."

Harry looked up into the silver gaze so full of...want? Yes. That was clear. Draco wanted Harry, and Harry would be a fool not to take that opportunity; if even for just one night.

"Fair enough." Harry responded and moved forward to rest his forehead against Draco's shoulder. They swayed to the music, in no hurry to rush the end of the song.

When the music did indeed fade away, Harry pulled back and looked up at Draco, whose hair was still shimmering with the glow of fairy lights. He opened his mouth to speak, but his words were lost as Draco moved his hand to brush the hair away from Harry's eyes.

Oh Merlin, Harry thought as Draco leaned forward the tiniest bit. I really am crazy he concluded, and closed his eyes to meet Draco halfway. Their lips met in a gentle slide and Harry lost the ability to think at all.

Harry's eyes snapped open and he regarded his bedroom ceiling in the dark. He shifted slightly and felt a horribly uncomfortable tightness in his pajama bottoms.

Fine, he told the stubborn part of his brain as he reached down to take hold of himself. I havent moved on.

~TBC~