A/N: Ahh, the second chapter. It's slightly cheesy, but I hope you'll like it anyway!

The next morning, Draco woke up to the sound of laughing voices. He blinked and sat up in his bed and saw Crabbe and Goyle chortling and snorting. Crabbe was currently stuffing his mouth with Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Jelly Beans, so naturally he choked on a couple and had to spit them out. Draco sat up and brushed a couple of droplets of spit from his arm.

"What's so funny?" He asked sharply. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing so hard that they couldn't speak. Their faces were turning red and Goyle accidentally farted. They pointed at Draco's bedside table and continued to laugh. As Draco picked up the piece of parchment and read, he felt his face start to heat up.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Dear Draco,

Good morning, love! How absolutely dreadful it is to bother my beautiful munchkin, but when will we be having our first date? Oh, I just wish I could stare into your stunning eyes all day long! I know we only began our lovely relationship last night, but I am honestly quite a bit nervous. Meet me before lunch so we can discuss this, dear.

Love,

H.P.

P.S. I also prepared some homemade tomato soup for you since I know how it's your favorite!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

In all honesty, Draco didn't think this was very funny. It was extremely embarrassing, however. And now Crabbe and Goyle knew that Draco was with someone. How many people in the school had the initials H.P.? Draco was thinking of something, anything to say to make them stop laughing. They were going to wake the others.

"Shut up," Draco hissed, "I don't even know who this is!" That was lame.

"Y-yeah… right!" Goyle managed.

"It says it in the letter!" Crabbe hollered, "You got together last night!"

Draco rolled his eyes and tucked the letter into his robes. They were so easy to please. I have to talk to Harry later, Draco thought.

As Draco crossed the hallway that led to the Great Hall, he spotted Harry and Hermione both perched on the windowsill, looking around the castle. Draco walked over quickly before they could leave.

"Harry, I need to talk to you." Draco said quietly. Harry nodded at Hermione and she hopped off the windowsill and headed towards the Great Hall. Draco pulled Harry into an empty broom closet.

"Harry, what were you thinking?" Draco began immediately, but was interrupted by a sudden burst of laughter. He looked at Harry, completely bewildered. Harry rested his head against Draco's shoulder.

"It wasn't my letter, Ron wrote it. He thought it would be kind of fun to play a joke on you. He doesn't like you all that much, you know." Harry mumbled.

"Well, thanks, Harry."

"It's true, though. Anyway, I was wondering what we'd be doing for our first date."

Draco thought for a moment. "Well, I was planning on going to Hogsmeade for a nice dinner, but I want the rest to be a surprise."

"Tell me!" Harry whined. Draco just shook his head and led Harry out of the closet. Truthfully, Draco had not planned anything at all. He didn't know which restaurant they would be eating at, where they would be heading after that, or what day it would take place. Maybe sometime soon, while they were still on holiday break, Draco thought. Draco gave Harry a quick little peck on the lips and let go of his hand as they headed off in different directions, Harry to the Gryffindor table and Draco to Slytherin. The Slytherins gave Harry a nasty sneer before they welcomed Draco and returned to their food. That was one of the problems of being in this kind of relationship, Harry thought to himself. The whole of the Slytherin house hated Harry, excluding Draco, as Harry was in Gryffindor. Slytherin was disliked by the other houses such as Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff as well, only because they had produced most of the dark wizards in their time. Certain Slytherins were likeable, but many chose to be quite bothersome. However, there was no time to dwell on that. Harry had a potions exam coming up and he needed to stay focused. Over on the other side of the Hall, a certain blonde Slytherin stared longingly at a black-haired and green-eyed boy.