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Eclipse

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Harry awoke to a silent dormitory. He quickly registered that he was not alone though, because of the soft breathing next to him and the arm securely wrapped around his waist. The boy rolled over and his eyes met a pair of grey ones.

"Hello, love." Draco's voice was soft and warm. Harry immediately responded by snuggling into the Slytherin's muscular chest.

"Hullo."

"How're you feeling?"

"Better, I think I'm getting used to the randomness and the aftermath of the stupid stomach pains." Harry said ruefully.

"Well, I suppose that's technically a good thing."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Not too long. Maybe three hours or so. I guess this was a fairly light attack since you're awake so soon?"

"Yeah, hurt like a bitch but it didn't last long. Wait, three hours, doesn't that mean we're missing class?" Harry could feel Draco smirking against his neck.

"Yes, but don't worry. We're only missing potions." Harry made to get up, startled.

"Only missing potions! Are you kidding! Snape'll murder me!" Draco pulled the panicking Gryffindor back down to his chest.

"Don't worry, Hermione said she would tell Professor Snape what happened and that I would be staying with you. But Harry, we have to talk about something." The blond sat up, pulling Harry with him, and positioning them so that they were sitting across from each other. Harry raised an eyebrow; Draco wasn't usually the one to initiate the serious conversations.

"What is it?"

"Well, because of this morning, a lot of people have probably jumped to the conclusion that we're together. What with Ernie running in and telling me you were in trouble and then with me actually going. I strongly doubt the student body, or at least the Slytherins, are going to accept what they think of as very uncharacteristic behavior from me without some sort of explanation. Not to mention that when we were carrying you back Weasley and I not only ran into a group of fifth year Ravenclaws, but we also kind of started hexing people out of the way. I don't think they'll forget that." Harry's other eyebrow joined its brother. Seeing this, Draco became indignant.

"We were worried! Top priority was getting you back to Gryffindor Tower. They were in the way." Harry laughed.

"I can just picture it. Ron leaning down so I wouldn't be in the air because he's so tall, you yelling at people to move, and then Luna in the background saying I was probably being eaten alive by a Barmbley Bumblefoot." The Slytherin's indignant expression evaporated and he chuckled.

"Yeah, I imagine we did look rather funny. But Harry, we really do have a problem. People saw us. We're going to have to tell everyone."

"We can't though. If we tell them the truth then the Slytherins will rush off to tell their parents that their Prince is dating the insufferable Boy Who Lived and that he's a traitor. Yeah, you'd be safe from Voldemort's wrath at Hogwarts but your spy status would be shot to hell." Draco shook his head.

"Not important." The Slytherin reached out and touched Harry's cheek. "You are the most important thing to me, love. If my position is given away, then so be it. I'd much rather be able to kiss you in public then go to a Deatheater meeting anyway."

It took awhile for Draco to convince Harry that it would be okay to tell the school but finally the Gryffindor agreed. They had decided to leave the actual telling to Draco. He would slowly but surely start to plant the seeds of rumor that he was dating Harry until finally the whole school had heard it. Then he would finally announce during some free time in the common room with his fellow Slytherins that the rumors were indeed true. If he made sure to do this when the younger kids were in the room the news would spread like wild fire. Harry and Draco figured it was best this way. Then people would have time to adjust to the idea of a love between such supposedly bitter enemies while the rumors spread. So, when Draco actually came out most people would have either become comfortable with the idea or he would already know about their disapproval. It sounded simple enough. Although, that was what Voldemort had thought about killing an infant and look what had happened to him.

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Harry was staring moodily at his breakfast of sausage and eggs the next morning. His stomach was too upset for him to eat and he had a massive headache, not to mention he had potions first thing after breakfast. He decided to try and join in the conversations that were taking place around him. To his horror he found the conversation on his right to be Dean angrily telling off some first year Ravenclaws for throwing badly done jinxes and yelling bigoted insults at Seamus; their only response being to yell more belittling names at the boy. Seamus looked like Harry felt; he too was playing unhappily with his food but where Harry's face held annoyance the Irish boy's exhibited deep sadness.

It was hard enough for Harry to ignore the catcalls and the shouted "faggot" or "filthy gay". He could only imagine how hard it must have been for Seamus and Dean, knowing the comments were directed at them.

Harry was so caught up looking at his friend he didn't notice when heads whipped towards the door as Draco strode angrily down the divide between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. The blond was fuming and the piercing cold stare reminded his fellow students just why he was called the "Ice Prince". Harry turned when he heard someone tell "Malfoy" he was at the wrong table.

"Actually, I'm not." Draco began to lean down towards Harry.

"Draco, what are you-," before Harry could finish Draco's lips were on his own as the blond kissed him. When Draco pulled away Harry could only blink slowly at him. The Slytherin turned so he was facing the rest of the students.

"The whole school suddenly turning homophobic has gotten old. Anyone have any more derogatory terms to throw at Finnagin or Thomas?" No one said a word. "Good." He turned and began to walk back out of the hall; then changed his mind and turned around again, dragging Harry out with him. The Gryffindor allowed himself to be stirred out of the Great Hall, still shocked silent. His silence didn't last however when Draco faced him in the boy's bathroom, looking sheepish.

"Draco! What the hell is wrong with you! What happened to the plan? You know, the one that meant the student body would learn gradually that we were in a relationship," Harry asked angrily.

"I'm sorry love, I really am. I just got so sick of it all. I couldn't wait anymore. It wasn't right, how everyone was acting."

"You could have warned me," Harry pouted. Draco smiled and hugged the pregnant boy.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't plan it. I just sort of, snapped. Forgive me?" Harry looked up at him, seemingly debating.

"I suppose."

"Good, but we best be getting to Potions or Snape will have our heads…at least he's supposed to have our heads."

"AAAHHH!" Harry dashed off out the door, Draco laughing and running after him.