Wow! Okay seriously, wow. I woke up this morning to find 20 emails about this story...thank you so much! I really didn't expect this kind of reaction so quickly...just wow, everyone, thank you, and I'm beyond excited that you all like this story :D

Alright, here's chapter two for you guys! I'll try to have chapter three up by tonight...Dana (my beta, her link is on page) is coming over tonight so we'll probably finish it by then. Again, thank you! You're all awesome!

Harry couldn't sleep. He tried so, so hard to just let his dreams carry him into sleep, but every time he fell into a dream, it was always about the one person he really didn't want to think about—Draco Malfoy. He couldn't stop thinking about him. One little moment…he never thought that one little moment could change everything.

The thing was that Harry knew he liked boys, but he'd never had a crush. He hadn't found anyone he actually liked at Hogwarts. There were plenty of guys he was attracted to, and he knew some of them were gay, but none of their personalities appealed to him. But this…here was a guy, so clearly flirting with him, and it was Malfoy. He didn't even know what to think about that. He knew Malfoy was sincere—he wouldn't flirt just to mess with Harry, not now. But it was still so incredibly shocking to Harry that he was completely lost as to what he should do.

Should he talk to Ron about it? No, Ron wouldn't understand. He would think it was awesome and tell him to go for it. But Harry couldn't just go for it; it was Malfoy. He could talk to Hermione…but she would probably tell him that it would be good for him to get more experience, and wasn't he the one always telling her to spend more time with Malfoy? No, he couldn't tell her either.

It was just so bizarre. Harry now had his former enemy turned kind of good mate flirting with him, potentially crushing on him, kind of making Harry crush back—woah, he'd gotten way ahead of himself there. He told himself to take it easy, take a nice deep breath, and think about this rationally.

Harry liked boys. Draco was a boy. Draco flirted with Harry, so Draco probably liked boys. Harry was a boy, so Draco probably liked Harry. Okay, that wasn't so bad. Malfoy maybe had a crush on Harry. He could definitely deal with this.

He definitely couldn't deal with this. Ever since that night on the staircase, Draco was constantly and consistently flirting with Harry. At breakfast, he would eat his sausage inappropriately and suggestively. At lunch, he would make bedroom eyes at Harry while wrapping his lips around an impossibly red apple and taking large, juicy bites. At dinner, he would seat himself in between Ron and Harry, and while enthusiastically discussing Quidditch with Ron, he would press his thigh against Harry's, linking their ankles and sliding their legs together until Harry would freak out, mumble something about homework, and flee out of the Great Hall. Draco would smirk and continue his conversation with Ron as if he hadn't just been molesting Harry's leg with his own.

None of this escaped Hermione and Ron's attention, of course, which was exactly what Draco wanted. Harry found himself constantly deflecting Ron's questions about why he didn't want to be with Draco. Hermione found it all terribly funny, and laughed every time Harry flinched at Draco's advances. They were all in it together, conspiring to get him to give Malfoy at least a chance.

The thing was, Ron and Hermione wouldn't be helping Draco get Harry if they didn't think Harry would want it. But they knew he did want it, or they were at least pretty damn sure. They just didn't get why Harry couldn't, even if he wanted to. He just…couldn't. It was Malfoy.

Harry was sitting in the common room, pretending to do his Charms homework while really staring into the fire, over thinking things, when Ginny came in and interrupted his thoughts.

"We need to talk," she said sternly. He looked at her nervously as she sat in the armchair across from his.

"About what?" he asked, hoping he hadn't done anything to anger her; he had seen Ginny's hex work, and it was scary.

"Why won't you go out with Draco?" she asked gently.

"Oh, no, not you too," Harry groaned. "Please, I really can't take all this pressure to—"

"Harry," she said, quietly but firmly. "Tell me what's scaring you." Harry sighed, defeated.

"It's just," he started, "It's not that I don't like him—"

"Obviously."

"Gin…"

"What?"

"Gin."

"Okay, sorry."

"It's not that I don't like him. I mean, Merlin, with all the attention he's been giving me, how could I not start to like him, even a little?"

"And is it just a little?" Harry didn't answer her. "Harry…talk to me. It's just me."

"No…it's not just a little. It's a whole lot. He's funny and he's nice to me but still makes fun of me and the way he looks at me, like he wants to devour me—it's scary and sexy at the same time and that's just so confusing." Harry finished, his eyebrows knit together in total bewilderment. He looked up at Ginny to find her smiling fondly at him.

"Oh, Harry…you have to let yourself like him, okay? I know it seems weird and confusing—it's Malfoy for goodness sake—but you have to give yourself the chance to be happy. You like him, and we all know he likes you, and it could end horribly and everything will suck"—Harry gave her a worried glare—"Or it could be wonderful and fantastic and you could end up totally loving it. Isn't it at least worth it to try?"

Harry sat for a moment, looking contemplative, then slowly smiled and looked up.

"Thanks, Gin. Really, truly, thanks." He pulled her in for a tight hug before darting out of the common room and down the corridor.

"Finally," Ginny said to herself, smiling and rolling her eyes.

Harry was running down the hall to find Ron and Hermione to ask them how he should tell Malfoy the good news when he turned a corner and ran straight into the bastard himself.

"Well, look who it is," Draco drawled, having caught Harry in his arms, ever the irritatingly graceful gentleman.

"Malfoy," Harry breathed. "I…you…yes."

"Yes, what, Harry?" Malfoy asked, obviously amused.

"Yes. To this. To us. Okay? Yes." Draco smirked, and let Harry go. He pulled out a piece of parchment with something already written on it, as though Malfoy had been waiting for this moment to happen, folded it up, and held it out for Harry to take. When Harry reached for it, Malfoy didn't let go right away, letting his fingers drag over Harry's, whose breath hitched. Draco let go then, looked Harry straight in the eyes with a smoldering silver fire, and smiled.

"See you, Harry." Then he was gone.

Harry stood still, eyes glazed over, flickering back and forth between Malfoy's retreating back and the note in his hand. When Malfoy was completely out of sight, Harry snapped out of it. He exhaled slowly, blowing his cheeks out, and looked at the note. He unfolded it with record speed, and read: Tonight. Room of Requirement. Look nice. Can't wait. -DM

*sigh* Am I the only one who finds a confused!Harry hilarious? Seriously, I was cracking up writing this because he's just so CUTE when he's all confused and worried. Please review! Love you all :)