Okay so this chapter I'm not very pleased with! I wanted to re-write it and change it completely in places but I left it as it was, if people really hate it then I will take it down and write another one, I just wanted to update before I went away as soon the updates will be slower in the next few months because I am starting university! So excited.

Hope you don't hate it! And Sorry if there are some mistakes!


"Harry where are we going Hogsmeed is that way?" Draco complained stopping in the middle of the path that they were walking along and pointing in the direction of the small village that was barely visible from where they were now.

"Just wait and see." Harry said turning round and holding out his arm to Draco. "I think we are far enough now, take my arm."

Draco looked at Harry confused before taking Harry's arm in his hand. Instantly Draco felt like he was being sucked through a tight space whirling around clutching on to Harry. They were apparating. Draco felt ground restored to his feet, letting go of Harry he caught his breath. "I can apparate on my own you know."

"I know, but that would have to involve me telling you were we are going." Draco huffed. "Just come this way." Draco allowed himself to be pulled by his hand. They were in a middle of a large field no buildings in site.

"Harry why are we in a field?" Harry ignored him and carried on walking towards the middle of the field instead. Instantly as they reached the middle of the field they walked through a magical barrier and there before them was a great stadium with hundreds of smiling excited people.

Harry smirked at Draco. "This is why we are in a field." Draco looked around watching as people walked by, there were stalls filled with shirts, banners and hats. There were older wizards and witches as well as some their age chatting happily to one another, most of the crowd were dressed in yellow and black shirts or hats with wasps printed on the front though there were a few dressed in dark green with a talon imprinted on the chest.

"Quidditch." He said happily.

"The Winbourne Wasps against The Holyhead Harpies." Harry said proudly looking round.

"How did you get tickets? I thought they were all sold out this season."

Harry went red. "They were. I called in a few favours with some people. Come on let's get our seats." Draco started to walk over towards the large queue but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Our seats are this way." Harry pointed towards a guarded entrance; Draco raised his eyebrows but followed him anyway. Harry showed the guards their tickets and they were let though, Harry led Draco up the stairs and into a small box that allowed a perfect view of the Quidditch pitch as it was positioned on the middle line a hundred meters up around the same level that the majority of the game was played at.

"Wow Harry this is rather classy." Draco said as he noticed the champagne and food that they had to eat in the box. "How did you manage this?"

"I called in a few favours I told you." A voice boomed around the stadium announcing the start of the warm up session of the players. "This is great isn't it; just think next year we will be out there with them." Harry noted as the Winbourne Wasps flew past in a blur of yellow and black, Draco nodded sipping his glass of champagne and relaxing into the comfy seat he was sitting on.

"How did you get permission to come here?" He mused as he watched Karen Dailsy the seeker that was retiring perform a perfect nose dive before coming back up inches from the ground.

"I requested a day out. Hogwarts allows those students in seventh year to go out at weekends as long as they have permission. The right was taken away with the threat of the war and Death Eaters when Voldemort first came to power and was never reinstated till now."

"How do you know about that then?"

"Hermione and Hogwarts a History, I swear she knows that book from cover to cover." They both laughed and turned back to watch the game.

"So is this what I should expect from you all the time? Free Quidditch matches in expensive boxes?"

Harry laughed. "No this is just a one off, I wanted a good first date, I think we both need some time away from others."

"Yeah and sitting in a stadium full with hundreds of people is really a way to get away from people."

"I mean from school and the stares."

"Oh and no one would look in shock here would they." Draco said sarcastically.

"No one is looking now." Harry lent forward towards Draco and caught his lips in a quick kiss and pulled back grinning. Draco shook his head at him and turned back to the game just in time for it to start, his hand holding Harry's gently.

"Come on just a little further. NO! Look out!" Draco screamed standing at the edge of the box leaning over the side watching as Karen Dailsy did a quick tumble role to avoid an oncoming bludger attack losing sight of the snitch.

"The score remains at 140-90 to the Winbourne Wasps after a near miss bludger attack on Dailsy, Jones is in possession of the quaffle he passes to Nicholls who scores." The crowd clad in dark green roared in celebration. Harry groaned slamming his fist against the side of the box in frustration; they were so close to winning!

"Dale plunges into a dive, Dasily right on his tail." The commentary called out over the stadium. "The snitch is in site again. Croftdale hits a bludger towards Dale who dodges it with ease. Dale and Dasily are neck to neck."

"Come on!" Harry and Draco screamed together both leaning dangerously over the side of their box watching avidly as the two seekers chased round the pitch dodging the other players. The seekers dived fast pulling up just before they hit the ground, they skimmed the grass on the pitch with their toes racing together towards the snitch. "Foul!" They screamed together again as Dale smashed hard against Dasily making her loose her balance and fall off her broom and hard on to the ground. The crowd clad in yellow and black screamed in fury as the other side in dark green cheered in agreement of what their seeker had done.

"Penalty to the Winbourne Wasps for foul on their seeker. Enfield takes the shot, and he scores. 150-100."Harry and Draco clapped their hands together in triumph; catching the snitch was better than a goal but a goal was still something. "A time out is called by the referee for weather conditions." Harry and Draco sat back down in their seats as the soft down pour of rain that had started in the early moments of the game became a torrential sheet.

"Bet you would never have thought that we would be cheering for the same team." Harry laughed.

"Next we will be playing on the same team."

"I know. How things have changed." Harry murmured lightly bringing Draco's knuckles up to his lips and kissing them before turning back to look at the game.

"Harry." A thick Bulgarian accent sounded from behind them.

Harry turned around in his seat and smiled. "Victor." He got up letting go of Draco's hand and walked over to him. "Great to see you, how are you?"

"I'm good, enjoying the game."

"It's a good one isn't, shame about the foul, she would have caught it otherwise."

"Yes but next time it will be you up there so maybe it would have been caught." Harry laughed.

"Maybe we will have to see." Victor walked past him and towards the side of the box.

"It is indeed a good view from here." He commented, turning round he noticed Draco for the first time who was watching him curiously slightly confused. "I thought you said you wanted the seats for a date? Did she not show?" He questioned Harry who turned slightly red as Draco looked over at him.

"It is a date." The box was silent as Victor looked between Draco and Harry confused for a few moments before comprehension dawned on him.

"I see, but I thought you and that pretty girl from red haired girl were together?"

"Didn't you see Witch Weekly, we broke up." Harry half joked making Draco roll his eyes.

"Yes I heard something about that but after everything written about you and Hermione I didn't want to believe everything I read." Victor looked over at the pitch to see if the match was close to resuming; the players had their rain weather outer robes on and were getting back into position. (A/N: there should be such things that they can wear to make it more comfortable and safe to play in bad weather). "I best get back, Victoria will be wondering where I am. I will see you soon Harry. Say hello to Hermione for me, and Ronard." With that Victor added the last part after a moment's thought before he slumped duck footed out of the box nodding to Draco as he past.

Harry sat back next to Draco who was looking slightly impressed and confused at the same time. "So you borrowed a Quidditch box off of Victor Krum?"

"He and me are kind of friendly and he wanted to congratulate me on making a national team, he said he always thought I was a good flyer." Harry said shrugging.

Draco nodded. "And who is Ronard?" he asked amused knowing exactly who Ronard could possibly be.

Harry snorted trying to hold back a laugh. "He doesn't exactly remember Ron much." Draco laughed.

"You would think that people would know his name the number of times it has appeared in the paper next to yours."

"So what you are following my news stories then?"

"I think Krum is following them as well." Draco commented snorting.

"Yeah well the Witch Weekly did name me most eligible saviour for the third year running."

"Don't worry about it Harry you deserve the title. There are no other saviours out there." Harry wacked Draco on the arm lightly. "Hey just watch the game, you can man handle me later." Harry noticed a gleam in Draco's eyes but chose to ignore it, instead turning his attention back to the game before him which had resumed play.

Harry and Draco left the box in high spirits, the Winbourne Wasps won 330 to 110, Karen Daisly had caught the snitch before she had hit the ground skimming along on the pitch on her back after a sharp downwards dive. The two boy's followed the other groups of people who he been watching the game in the other boxes out.

As they stepped out of the stairwell that led up to the private boxes together, still talking about the last moments of the match in awe, they saw flashes of light erupt around them. Both Harry and Draco jumped, Harry's hand flying automatically towards his wand. Draco blinked a few times before he fully registered the crowd of reporters standing around them holding cameras with the lenses pointed towards them each calling out a different question excitedly. Harry lowered his hand and putting his wand away before anyone had noticed that he had drawn it.

"Mr. Potter could you comment on your new found relationship with Mr. Draco Malfoy please?" One reporter asked as the others grew silent waiting quills raised at the ready to record Harry's comment.

"My relationship?" Harry repeated growing annoyed at the constant interference from the press that he always seemed to have in his life.

"Yes, there have been reports that you and Mr. Malfoy here have become rather friendly over the past few months."

"We have. What of it?" Harry answered seeing no way out of the circle that the reporters had them stuck in which was re-enforced by a large crowd of on lookers craning their necks and ears to see what was going on.

The reporter stumbled slightly obviously expecting more of a conclusive answer from the boy. Draco smirked he was obviously new to the interviewing part of reporting. "I was wondering what you would call your relationship with Mr. Malfoy?"

"I would call it a good one." Harry glared at the reporter. "Is that all?"

"Is it true that Mr. Malfoy stayed in you residence over Christmas?" A lady asked causing Draco to look very slightly alarmed at Harry before replacing his Malfoy mask of indifference that was to be shown to the press at all times of questioning.

"Yes, we spent time in my residence and then at the Weasley residence for Christmas." The reporters wrote this down quickly muttering amongst themselves.

"Have you and Mr. Malfoy always been close friends?"

Draco rolled his eyes, it was common knowledge that they had been enemies for years. "I'm sure you know that we have not always seen eye to eye." Draco looked around at the group of reporters staring them down as they turned their attention on to him as he spoke. "I would now ask you to either ask us the question that you really want to ask or allow us to leave."

The reporters fell silent in shock for a few moments before a sickly sweet voice from the front spoke. "Is it true Harry that you and Mr. Malfoy here are currently dating?" The on lookers behind the reporters who were previously talking fell silent and turned their full attention to the spur of the moment press conference that had erupted before them.

"Rita Skeeter should have known you would show up." Harry said darkly letting his contempt for the women before him show through.

"Oh Harry why so hostile didn't you like the biography I wrote for you?" She asked walking forward a few steps and smiling at him making him feel as if she was a preying mantic and he was her prey.

"It wasn't so much of a biography more of a tale of lies really."

She giggled. "You know no one ever wants to read the full truth Harry, I just had to spice up a few details." Rita said lowering her voice so that only Harry and Draco could here her.

"Spicing up a few details is that what you call it then?"

Rita ignored this comment and pressed on. "I would love to do another exclusive on you. I was thinking something along the lines of Love and hate; when the lines between Death Eater and Savour cross. Of course it's just a work in progress for now."

Harry glared at her one last time before grapping Draco's hand and raising his wand. "We're leaving." The crowd parted hurriedly letting them through cameras flashing behind them as a bewildered Draco followed him.

They passed though the magical barrier and out onto the field where small groups of people were exiting by the use of port keys or apparition. Harry stopped still clutching on to Draco's hand and apparated them both back to Hogsmeed. "Harry wait." Draco said as Harry dropped his hand and started walking up the path to school obviously enraged. "Harry stop!" Draco shouted. Harry turned around and looked at Draco.

"Sorry." He muttered. Draco walked up to him and placed a calming hand on Harry's shoulder.

"You okay?"

"It's that bloody women!" Harry blurted out.

"I know."

"Every time something happens she's there to report it for me in any fabrication that she can imagine and now she wants to do some story on my relationship with you. We both know how that will turn out." He started walking with Draco by his side in silence; they walked half way up the path towards school before Harry stopped. "How did they know about you coming to stay with me? And our relationship? How did they know that we were even at the Quidditch match?"

"I don't know." Draco said also stopping.

"I think I just made it all worse storming out of the place like that." Harry's shoulders slumped. "I always mess these things up." Draco reached out his hand for Harry's.

"Come on let's get back up to school." Draco led Harry who was in a kind of daze up to school, down the corridors of the dungeons, through the Slytherin portrait hole and up to his room. The corridors were empty of students most of them still at Hogsmeed and those that couldn't go were spending time in the grounds, in the common rooms or in the library. Draco got a lot of strange looks off of the younger Slytherins that were in the common room as he dragged Harry though it but none of them commented on the intrusion of a Gryffindor in their midst.

Draco sat Harry down on the edge of his bed he moved behind Harry and kneeled down slowly rubbing Harry's shoulders gently. Harry awoke from his daze. "Do you think they have someone to follow me?" He asked relaxing his shoulders.

"I hope not, but that can't be ruled out."

"I'm sorry I've made such a mess now storming off like that, what are they going to write now!"

"Just ignore it Harry."

Harry turned around to look at Draco now sitting fully on the bed. "I just wanted a good first date one without questions and people gaping at us."

"It was a good date." Draco tired to assure him leaning forward and taking Harry's lips. All thoughts about the reporters left Harry at that moment as he deepened the kiss. Draco moved forward slightly and pushed Harry down so that he was above him straddling the boy below.

"Draco what about dinner?" Harry said between kisses as Draco's hands moved down and started to slide his jumper that he was wearing over his chest.

"Not really hungry at the moment." Draco removed Harry's top and let it fall to the floor.

Harry smiled. "Is this what you meant by manhandling you later?" Draco didn't answer him but lent down again to capture Harry's lips in a passionate kiss causing shivers to run down Harry's spine.

"You can stay here tonight you know." Draco didn't get much more than just a moan out of Harry as he let his hand travel down towards Harry's jeans and unzip them.

"Ron might be worried about me." Harry gasped trying to make coherent thought through the fog that was overcoming him.

"It won't kill him to miss you for one night will it?" Draco asked pouting slightly.

Harry flipped them over so that he was now straddling Draco's hips. "No it won't." He grinned at Draco who grinned back before Harry smashed their lips together again in a sweet but passionate kiss.


"Mmm Harry?" Draco said sleepily reaching out of Harry who was sound asleep next to him. Draco leaned up on one elbow and looked at the sleeping boy taking in his features. Harry's smooth slightly tanned skin unblemished with a small amount of stubble sitting discreetly on his chin, his messy black hair that seemed to be even more rumbled, and his chest moving up and down slightly as he slept. Draco couldn't help but smile, he looked so peaceful, untroubled and angelic.

Harry turned in his sleep slightly leaning into the warmth of Draco positioning his head in the crook of Draco's arm burying his head into Draco's chest. One of his eyes opened and looked up at Draco. "Hey how are you?"

"Warm." Harry murmured into Draco's chest. Harry's stomach growled loudly making him blush slightly. "And hungry."

"Well we haven't eaten since the match."

"I know we kinda got a bit sidetracked." Harry grinned and placed a small kiss on Draco's chest.

"We better get going if we are going to have some breakfast."

"I guess. What time is it?" Harry asked moving out of Draco's embrace and stretching.

"8:30."

"Why so early!" Harry groaned.

"The best stuff is always gone by the end of breakfast, I know Gryffindors are accustomed to eating leftovers but Malfoy's always eat the best." Draco said as he got up out of bed.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, plus it takes time to look this perfect." Draco quickly shut the bathroom door to avoid the pillow that Harry threw at him.


The two boys emerged from the dungeons an hour later after a twenty minute argument over what Harry should wear as Draco refused to allow him to wear what he had on the day before resulting him in having to lend Harry an outfit which Draco thought suited him quite well; even if it was a little bit too large on the slightly smaller boy. They were able to walk though the dungeons without seeing anyone, most people were still at breakfast, either taking time over their food or enjoying the weekend time to have a later start of the day. Draco and Harry walked together towards the Great Hall stopping outside for a moment and sharing a quick chaste kiss to the side of the door before parting ways and entering just moments after one another. Neither noticed the hushed silence that fell over the hall as they entered.

"Morning." Harry said cheerfully to his Gryffindor friends.

"Erm, morning Harry." Hermione said awkwardly turning the daily prophet over hiding the front page from Harry. "You see cheerful."

"I am actually Hermione thanks for noticing."

"Where were you last night, you had us worried when you didn't get back to the dorm." Harry looked at Ron who was half glaring at him, and looking half worried at the same time.

"I stayed at a friend's." He looked pointedly at Ron trying to ask him with his eyes not to ask any more questions and understand what he meant.

"A friend's huh?" Dean said leaning forward over the table, across Hermione and towards Harry.

"Yes." Harry looked around and noticed the whole table staring at him as well as most of the hall in complete silence, even the teachers were staring at him. "What's going on?"

"This, apparently." Seamus passed Harry the Sunday Prophet over which had a picture of Harry dragging Draco by the hand out of a circle of reporters, the article headed "Death Eater and The Boy Who Lived; a story of hate, division and love." There was a sub-heading below. "Two sides, how they came to meet and fall in love."

Harry's eyes ran to the by-line of the article. "Rita Skeeter." He looked up from the paper and looked towards Draco who was sitting looking slightly pale Blaise Zambi, Pansy Parkson as well as an assortment of a few other Slytherins standing around him.


"I hear that you little friendship with Scar head over there is not so little anymore Malfoy." Blaise commented glowering over the table at Draco.

"Your point?"

"You are not only a traitor to the cause but also to the pure blood the runs through our veins."

"Zambi I don't know what you consider to be pure blood but I doubt yours is. The last time I checked your mother was married to a half-blood wizard at the time of your birth; exceedingly rich but not pure blood. Or were you conceived in one of her many affairs?" Draco shot back leaning away from the table slightly so as to put a bit more room between him and Blaise as well as the other Slytherins that had appeared around him all looking about ready to hex him into oblivion.

Blaise glared harder at Draco after his words. "Why you little!" he pulled out his wand and pointed to towards Draco who became slightly white trying to hide his far of what was to come behind his mask.

"Zambi if I was you I would put that down and return to your seat." Blaise froze as he felt the pointed tip of a ward poke him in the back of the neck.

"Potter if you can't count its one against five here." Blaise turned around to face Harry along with his Slytherin cronies.

"I think you would find its two against five." Draco had stood up now pointing his wand at Blaise, the others had dawn theirs by now, two pointed towards Draco and three at Harry.

"Still outnumbered though."

"I think we can take you, I have after all fought off more Death Eaters than this at one time, and they were not just playing dress up like you."

"Oh you mean like Draco here?" Draco glared his left arm twitching slightly.

"That's enough!" McGonagall's voice rang out over the hall. 'Finally!' Draco thought internally rolling his eyes. 'Why do the teachers in this place always let conflicts escalate before they intervene?' "Sit down, wands away. Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter with me please." She walked swiftly towards the group of students.

"We all know what's hidden under that sleeve of yours Draco, and no one will ever forget it no matter how hard you try or who you do to get away from the past." Blaise called after the retreating backs off the two boys following McGonagall out of the hall both looking slightly worried about what was going to happen now.

She led them away from the still silent great hall and out into a secluded corner of the entrance hall. She turned to them looking from one to the other before starting. "I see your relationship has come out already, sooner than you expected I guess."

"Yes Professor it was rather a surprise." Harry address her giving a side look towards Draco to check that he was okay.

"And the confrontation that you just faced, that was linked to this too was it not?"

"Yes, Blaise does not like me much, nor do the other Slytherins, and Harry isn't really their favourite celebrity really as I'm sure you must know then."

"Yes I do know Mr. Malfoy. The reason that I brought you out here is that I want you two to stay away from the student body today, let them get used to the idea hopefully everything will cool down by Monday. And Mr. Potter one last word of advice, next time you talk to the press don't run away so quickly try to co-operate a bit even if it is Rita Skeeter the truth may get through at some point. Here read and see what I mean." She handed Harry a newspaper and turned to walk back into the Hall to deal with the Slytherins, two weeks detention should do it for now at least.

"Come on let's get some food." Harry and Draco walked down to the kitchen in search of some much needed food.