Guys, you have no idea how very very very very sorry I am! Since the last chapter, everything has been so hectic. I've been at work at all hours during the week, and then there's been RL stuff going on that's stopped me from writing. Add a dose of writer's block and you have a very unhappy LH. ¬_¬

So, I will be working as fast and as best as I can on this story to get it finish. I dunno how long it'll still be going for, but I have an outline in my head, so don't worry! :D

Disclaimer: If I owned the HP-verse, Drarry WOULD be canon. And the books would be for adults :3

OH. Also, I am looking for a Beta reader, if anyone is interested :3

"Hermione, I need to speak to you." Harry whispered to her, as Ron yawned loudly. She looked at him slightly, with her eyebrows raised, before she took in his whole appearance. Her eyes widened slightly, before she bit her lip to stop herself from grinning ear to ear. He shook his head, a sigh escaping him, but he couldn't help suppressing a laugh as he watched her. Hermione knew him too well.

"I'm gonna hit the hay." Ron said with another yawn, stretching his lanky frame. It seemed that Ron's growth spurts had dwindled to a halt just now, making him standing at just over six feet tall. He leaned over and placed a peck on Hermione's cheek, before standing up. "Harry, you coming?"

"I'll be up in a minute." He smiled, watching as his friend made his way to the stairs. Hermione pounced on him, just as Ron's body disappeared around the top of the staircase.

"So? What happened? Did you tell him? What did he say? What did you say? Harry, you better not have said anything stupid-"

"Hermione, calm down." Harry laughed, waving his hands at her, as if cooling her down. "I'll explain it all if you give me the chance. Then, I need your advice."

She nodded, turning her whole body towards him, giving him her whole attention.

Harry recited what had happened between him and Malfoy. What he had said, the kiss they had shared, the feelings that had flooded through him, how Malfoy had reacted and, more specifically, what Malfoy had said.

"What do you think he meant by that?" Harry asked, as he ended his story.

Hermione rubbed her chin thoughtfully with her thumb and forefinger. "To me, Harry, it sounds like he likes you and has wanted to kiss you for a while." A smile graced her pretty face. "Harry, this is brilliant. He likes you, and you like him!"

A flush spread across his face. He needed to stop doing that, he thought to himself. Hermione had shed a whole new light on things though. Malfoy liked him. After everything that had happened between them, the Malfoy heir liked the Boy Who Lived. It was just as unbelievable as Harry liking the blonde Slytherin, his former nemesis. Who would have thought that this would have been the outcome.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Hermione's question brought Harry back down from his high. "Huh?"

She sighed, but a smile pulled at her lips. "Are you going to ask him to be with you or what?"

"Oh…" Harry's eyes widened. "What, like my boyfriend? Can you imagine his face?! 'Hey, Malfoy, fancing being my boyfriend?'"

They both burst into hysterics, imagining the look on Malfoy's face at the way the question would probably be asked. Finally, the laughter subsided, and Harry beamed at his friend. "Thanks, 'Mione. So, you honestly think I should do something about this?"

"What do you think you should do, Harry?" She asked. "Do you want to be with him?"

As the question ran through his head, he smiled. Was it strange that he could see himself with Malfoy? Lying on a couch with the blonde, stealing small kisses while they studied together, sharing a bed at night after… He blushed violently, and Hermione giggled.

"I think you know what to do Harry." She said simply, patting his hand before standing up. "Make sure you get some sleep, alright? I don't think those Slytherins are going to back off entirely. They'll lie in wait."

Harry snorted. "That's what snakes do. G'night 'Mione. And thanks, really."

She smiled and kissed the top of Harry's unruly hair. "That's what friends are for. Sweet dreams."

Harry watched his friend disappear up the stairs, before turning and grinning as he stared into the fire. So Malfoy liked him. He felt like a pre-teen school girl with a crush. He shook his head. He'd see Malfoy tomorrow, and they'd talk. What they'd talk about, Harry didn't know.

Then there was the matter of the Slytherins. Harry scowled. They would surely be out for revenge again, against both Harry and Malfoy. Harry knew Slytherins, but Malfoy knew them better. He'd know all about their tactics, their motives, the way their brains thought. Sure, Harry was almost Sorted into Slytherin, but he knew he was a Gryffindor at heart. Talking to Malfoy about it would give him a better idea of what the slimy snakes would do.

Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes, feeling sleep creeping up on him. So, he'd talk to Malfoy tomorrow. And if he was out of the Hospital Wing, Harry was going to make sure Malfoy was never alone in a corridor. He didn't want the blonde back with Madam Pomfrey.

Grabbing his bag, he made his way up to the room he shared with his fellow Gryffindors. A good night of sleep would help him clear his head, and think about what he was going to say to Malfoy on the feelings front tomorrow.

Harry was halfway through eating his breakfast when a familiar blonde head wove its way into the Great Hall, heading to the green and black clad table. His heart leapt into his throat as he saw grey eyes seeking the hall for green, before warming as they met. A small smile crept onto Malfoy's face, before he sat down at the very end of the Slytherin table. Harry could automatically see the glares that the Slytherins were giving Malfoy, but he kept his head held high and helped himself to toast.

"When are you going to talk to him?" Hermione's voice in his ear almost made Harry jump three feet in the air. He turned to her sharply to see her smiling at him.

"Later." Harry muttered. "Probably after dinner."

She nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer, and turned back to her eggs and bacon.

His stomach now in knots after seeing Malfoy, Harry shoved his plate away from him and stood up, heading for the great oak doors of the hall after telling Ron and Hermione that he was going to class. They had nodded, before going back into their own world.

A smile spread across his face as he walked. Maybe, sometime soon, he would have something like Ron and Hermione had. The secret smiles, the hand holding, being able to dissolve into the world that revolves around the two lovers.

"Potter."

The one word sent sparks racing through his body, as he came to an abrupt halt. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Malfoy walking towards him, the corners of his lips tilting up. His heartbeat increased with every step the blonde took towards him, until he was beside Harry. He nodded his head towards a smaller corridor, before walking towards it, his eyes never leaving Harry.

His heart now in his throat again, he slowly followed Malfoy down the stone hallway, turning a few corners before Malfoy abruptly grabbed his hand and dragged him into an empty classroom. Harry felt his face flush as the blonde never let go.

Shutting the door behind them, Malfoy turned to face Harry, leaning against the door, just watching him, a small smirk on his face.

"Umm.. Hi." Harry said, clearing his throat.

"Hi yourself." Malfoy replied, pushing away from the door, walking towards Harry. His feet wouldn't move as he watched the Slytherin drawing closer, before they were nearly nose to nose. Malfoy, Harry had to admit reluctantly, was a few inches taller than him. Tilting his chin up slightly to look in Malfoy's eyes, a warm hand on his cheek made him jump slightly.

Malfoy laughed slightly at the reaction. "So," he started, his thumb running over the smooth skin of Harry's cheek, "about yesterday."

Harry gulped. Usually, he was brave, a true Gryffindor. But now, all he could do was stare into those molten silver and nod meekly.

Malfoy lowered his head, his mouth level with Harry's ear. "I'm glad you did it." he whispered, sending chills down the Gryffindor's spine. "I'm really glad, Harry."

Harry drew back slightly, to see Malfoy's face. He had just called him Harry. His first name. Something that Malfoy had never done before.

A small blush graced Malfoy's pale cheeks, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "What?" he asked.

"You just said my name." Harry said hoarsely.

Malfoy chuckled slightly, before sliding an arm around Harry's waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other. "I expect you to do the same."

Harry stared at the pink, slightly pouted lips of Malfoy - no, Draco - and he couldn't help but lick his own lips. He couldn't deny that there definitely was something between them. Something that just caused a spark in Harry, that soon set his body on fire.

"So, uh, how come you're out the Hospital Wing?" Harry blurted out, trying to change where the conversation was going. The air was thick with sexual tension, and Harry had no idea about what to do about it.

Draco sighed, stepping back slightly from Harry, but not removing his arms from the slightly smaller boy's waist. "Pomfrey thought it would be a 'good idea' for me to get some 'fresh air' and socialise." He snorted lightly. "Honestly, that woman has no idea what she's talking about."

Harry let out a small laugh, before smiling. "It's good to see you up and about. Is everything healed?"

The blonde nodded. "Yes. All fixed up and ready to go." A smirk graced his features as he looked at Harry.

Clearly reading between the lines, Harry felt his face go red. His eyes lowered to the green and silver tie in front of him, before he felt a hand cup his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

Green met heated silver, as Draco looked at Harry. "Is this too fast for you?" He asked, a few strands of his blonde hair falling into his eyes.

Harry grinned, a sudden bravado filling him. "Not at all." And he reached up and planted a kiss on the young Malfoy's lips.

It stared off innocently enough, before Draco decided to turn up the heat. Harry's own tongue met the blonde's in a clash, as Draco's grip on Harry's waist tightened slightly, pulling him even closer. Harry allowed his hands to slide through Draco's hair, gripping it slightly. A small moan escaped Draco, as he nipped at Harry's bottom lip.

After what felt like hours, Harry pulled away, in desperate need of air. Draco's eyes were still closed, a slight look of pain on his face. A frown appeared on Harry's own face. "Draco, are you okay?" he asked, trying to move away from the blonde, but Draco's grip didn't allow him.

"Stop moving." Draco groaned, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

"Is anything wrong? Do I need to take you back up to the Hospital Wing?"

"No." Draco sighed, tilting his head slightly to look at Harry. "You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

"What are you on- oh." Harry blushed dramatically when Draco shifted his hips against Harry. "Ah, right, well…"

"Calm down, don't start stuttering." Draco laughed slightly, lifting his head. "I'll be fine soon."

"Well that's okay then, well, um, I better head to class, don't wanna be late!" Harry laughed nervously, backing away from Draco, before a pale hand grabbed his robe sleeve. Harry raised his eyes to Draco, who was smiling at him.

"You know, you're cute when you're flustered." He chuckled.

Harry's jaw dropped. "I am not cute!"

The rest of the day was uneventful. Classes dragged by, Hermione copied her notes, Ron slept when he could get away with it, and Harry tried his best to pay attention. He had no such luck. After Draco had called him cute, Harry had stormed away, leaving a laughing Slytherin behind. They technically weren't together, but for some reason, to Harry, it felt like they had been together for longer than a day.

He knew that he would have to tell Ron about it at some point. He shot a nervous glance to his redhead friend. He knew Ron would be supportive, but it would take him a while to get over it. Well, hopefully he would. Hermione seemed to know what he was thinking, as she looked over the sleeping Weasley's head and gave him a smile. He smiled back, before twirling his quill between his fingers.

Would the best way to tell Ron just to say it? Or gently ease into it? Knowing his friend, and his temper, Harry decided to break the news to Ron slowly. He didn't want to be in the receiving end of that anger.

Finally, they were dismissed from class, and Harry quickly packed away, Ron blinking at him sleepily, obviously wondering why Harry was in a rush, as it was the last class of the day.

"Harry?" he said, his voice thick.

"Uh-huh?" Harry looked at the sleepy redhead.

"Where you going in a rush?"

Harry's movements slowed down, his bag half on his shoulder. "Oh, well, um, I need to go to the library before dinner."

"Why?" Ron asked, yawning widely.

"I just have some work that I need to do." Harry smiled. Glancing at Hermione, he could see the knowing smirk on her face, causing his face to flush slightly.

"Right." Ron nodded. "Well, I'll see you at dinner."

"Yeah." Harry grinned at him, trying to cover up how awkward he felt lying to his best friend. "See you."

As he left the class, his thoughts drifted to where he was really going. Draco had slid him a message during Potions, telling Harry to meet him in the seventh floor corridor. Why he wanted to go there, he didn't know, but that's where Harry was hurrying to.

He took the stairs two at a time, missing the trick ones as per usual, and finally arrived on the seventh floor. He stopped, panting slightly, trying to regain his breath. It didn't stop his heart from racing though.

Looking down the corridor, he could see a familiar head of blonde hair, the person it belonging to leaning against the wall. As Harry made his way forward, he took in Draco's posture. The Slytherin's left leg was bent, his foot against the bricks. His arms were crossed over his chest, his head leaning back, eyes closed. It looked so relaxed, the blonde so at ease, that Harry couldn't help but smile.

"Like something you see?" A smirk spread across Draco's lips, before his eyes opened to look at Harry.

"What if I do?" Harry answered back, walking up to the blonde.

"Well, there is a certain room we can use…" Draco trailed off, his eyes never leaving Harry's.

"Where - Is this why you brought me here? To use to Room of Requirement?" Harry asked. He didn't even know it had survived the battle. "How do you know it's repaired?"

"Because I used it once, when we first came back." Draco said. "It just let me get away from everything."

Harry couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face, in understanding. He knew what it was like when everyone's attention was just focused on you. Harry had only had to deal with the positive ones though. He had no idea what Draco must have went through, being the son of a Death Eater.

"Come on." Draco nodded towards where they both knew the door would stand.

Harry watched as Draco walked up and down in front of the wall three times, before stopping to watch the door appear. A knowing smirk crossed the pale teen's features, before he grabbed Harry by the arm and all but dragged him into the room.

"Whoa, calm down!" Harry laughed, before looking around the room, his face turning three shades of red.

In one word, the room was beautiful. Set in the wall was a grand dark marble fireplace, orange flames flickering and twisting in the grate. The walls were made of a rich, dark ebony wood, slowly reflecting the colours of the fire, making Harry feel warm as comfortable when he walked in. But what caught his eye was the bed. It was a magnificent mahogany four poster with, Harry noticed with a smirk, emerald green silk sheets. Trust a Slytherin. Dark green drapes hung around the bed, ready to shield it from view. At the food of the bed sat a leather loveseat, with carved wooden legs holding it up.

"Wow…" Harry said, stepping further into the room. "It's…wow."

A small chuckle escaped Draco as he came up behind Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other. The blonde allowed his head to drop onto the Gryfindor's shoulder, his breath tickling's Harry neck.

"I'm really glad you're here." Draco whispered, his grip tightening slightly around Harry.

"You keep saying that." Harry smiled. "Why? It's like you have abandonment issues or something."

Harry could feel Draco tense before pulling away slightly. Harry turned in his arms, guilt appearing inside him. "Wait, Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would hit a nerve."

Draco looked off to the side, "It's alright. I just… with parents like mine," he spat out, "you tend to get left in the dark a lot, with no one with you."

Harry tentatively placed his finger under Draco's chin and redirected the silver gaze towards him. "I really am sorry."

Draco allowed a small smile on his face, before leaning closer to Harry, so their noses touched. "Prove it."

Knowing exactly what the blonde teen was getting at, Harry closed the distance between them. It was a soft and gentle kiss, Harry trying to make Draco feel safe with him. Draco pulled Harry closer to him, bringing their pelvises together. Harry gasped slightly at the contact, allowing Draco entrance into his mouth.

They stayed like that, Draco holding Harry close as they kissed, for what seemed like hours. Harry pulled away as the need for oxygen became more apparent, both of them panting slightly. Draco kept his eyes shut, before bumping his forehead against Harry's. Harry stared at Draco from behind his glasses, wondering what the blonde was thinking. He looked so at ease, a slightly blush on his cheeks.

"Hey." The Slytherin's voice pulled Harry back into the moment. "Can we just lie on the bed?"

Harry smiled, before taking Draco's hand in his and leading them towards the bed. Harry crawled up, Draco following him.

"You know, I was expecting you to pounce on me or something." Harry joked.

Draco snorted. "That's for another day. I'm tired tonight."

"We've not even had dinner yet."

The blonde retorted with a shrug, before pulling Harry against his chest, his head on top of the raven locks.

"I never put you down as a cuddle person." Harry grinned, lightly poking the blonde in the side, earning a small growl.

"Shut up, Potter." Draco said teasingly. "Go to sleep."

Harry felt his glasses being removed from his face, and a small kiss on his forehead, before he could feel the fingers of sleep pulling his under.

"Where have you been?"

Harry froze in the portrait hole of the common room, knowing Ron's voice. Draco was behind him, waiting for Harry to go through. They had slept their way through dinner, and the room had produced food for them when they had awoken, but by then it was into the night, and they had had to head back to the common room. Harry knew that his friend would be wondering where he went, Ron more than Hermione, as she probably guessed.

"What?"

Ron stood up from his seat by the fireplace. "I went to the library when you didn't show up at dinner. Pince told me you hadn't been there all day. Then, I didn't see you after that, so where have you been?"

Harry just stared at Ron, his words stuck in his throat. He knew it wasn't the right time to tell Ron about Draco. It was too sudden. Ron was watching him carefully, his arms crossed over his chest. Hermione was nowhere to be seen to save him now.

Harry emerged into the common room. "Well, I was-"

"He was with me."

Harry's head snapped round to the voice behind him, eyes focusing on Draco. He was standing casually, his hands hiding in the pockets of his trousers, but by looking at his face Harry saw that Draco was glaring at Ron.

"What? Why?" Ron growled, taking a few steps forward. Even though they had been trying to resolve their past, Harry knew that one push from Draco would send Ron flying overboard again. He sighed, rubbing his nose where his glasses pinched slightly.

"Ron, just leave it. I'm back now, and I'm sorry for making you worry." Harry stated, standing in front of Draco so Ron would have to look at him.

"Not until I get an answer. Why didn't you tell me you were going to be with Malfoy?" Ron asked, his eyes fixed sternly on Harry.

"Because -" The rest of Harry's sentence was lost in his throat as he felt an arm wrap around his waist and bring him flush against a chest. The arm tightened slightly as Ron's gaze fell from Harry's face, to the arm, to the person behind him.

"Harry? What's going on?"

The raven had to squeeze his eyes shut; Ron's voice had sounded wounded. As if he couldn't believe what was in front of him.

"What does it look like, Weasley? We're together." Draco's voice sounded. Opening his eyes, Harry saw Ron's face, full of disbelief, and pain. He took a step back from them.

"Ron, wait-" His arm shot out and tried to grab the redhead, but he merely evaded it, before running up the stairs to his dorm. "Damnit!" Harry tried to break free from Draco. "Let me go talk to him!"

Draco only put his other arm around the slightly shorted boy. "Leave him be." His calm voice whispered in Harry's ear. "This is the best way to let him know. Give him a few days, and then talk to him."

Harry's eyes closed again, letting his body sag against Draco. He didn't want Ron to not talk to him. He didn't want to be avoided by his best friend. It was like 4th year all over again.

"Come on." Draco tugged him towards the stairs. "You can sleep in my room tonight. I know you, and I know you don't want to see Weasley just now."

Harry just nodded, allowing the blonde to drag him towards the stairs. The warm hand in his kept him grounded as they entered the room.

As soon as he lay his head down on the pillow, he was out like a light.

I know the ending seems kind of rushed, but I had no idea how to end it! .

Please review guys! :)

~LH