Harry woke up with the pressure of a heavy object on top of him. Oh yeah, Draco. They were chest to chest, legs intertwined and face to face... Somewhat. Draco had his mouth open and breathing on Harry's cheek, his chin digging into his collarbone.

"Draco," Harry mumbled as loud as he could for the time of morning but his voice cracked anyway. The boy tried to respond only breathing a little more air than normal, a small squeak escaping his throat which Harry probably wouldn't of heard if they weren't on top of each other.

"Draco get off of me." Harry shifted a little but found his muscles too weak to even move. Draco raised his head and splinted his eyes open as much as they could go.

"No." Draco dropped down on his cheek, not knowing

"Ew! You drooled on me!" Harry was more awake now. Draco looked up at Harry, half dazed. He moved his eyes where a small puddle of saliva, then dragged his tongue over it.

"EW!!" Harry tried to get up, move a little, but he was unsuccessful.

"What? Your fine with my tongue in your mouth, but the second I move out of the area it's disgusting?"

"Well it's definitely un-Malfoyish," Harry smirked. Draco moved his hands in the middle of Harry's pecks and rested his chin on them.

"You seem to have that affect on me," Draco smiled. "Good morning."

"Good Morning." The two leaned into a kiss that was slow and steady. It seemed like kisses were better than any caffeine, their lips tingling with the soft touch.

"I have a question," Harry stated as they finally tore apart.

"And what's that?"

"Well two questions really." Harry looked slightly concerned. Draco raised an eyebrow. " I was wondering..."

Draco let out a small giggle.

"Why are you so nervous? We've been involved for over a year now."

"I know it's just... I'm not that.."

"I know you've been really insecure about yourself lately because your mind was invaded by Snape and Umbridge being herself and I just want you to know that I care for you and you don't need to be scared." Draco woke up after that, eyes full of seriousness and compassion.

"So I can ask you anything?"

"Of course you can. I don't mind."

"Okay well erm... Here it goes... I was-- erm-- wondering if you COULD GET OFF OF ME!" Draco cringed at the shout.

"Ummmm let me think.... No!"

Harry took the liberty of grabbing Dracos wrists, mustering all his strength, flipping it so that he was on top.

"Somebody's strong."

"I'm stronger than you," Harry smirked.

"Not in this lifetime." Draco twisted the couple again so he was dominant. 

"Now what was that you wanted to ask me?" Draco's platinum hair teased and tickled Harry's forehead. 

He moved his head to the side, looking of into the distance, Draco following his head curiously to find out what the boy was looking at. Harry took the opportunity to flip them for the last time.

"Sneaky I see."

"Of course, I'm Harry Potter" Harry never gloated ever, unless he was using sarcasm to the Slytherin which this was one of those times. "Anyway I was wondering if you wanted to study, tonight, at midnight. In the library. It will be empty."

"Study? I never thought I'd live to see the day where those words would come out of that mouth," Draco tapped him on the lips with a stray finger. "And to be the ferret I am, midnight would be tomorrow. Not tonight."

"In my little head, it's tomorrow at 5:00 not 12:00"

"So you admit you have a little head."

"So you admit to being a ferret!"

"Shut it, scarface!"

"Fine by me." Harry released his arms and let his body free-fall on top of Draco nuzzling his face in his neck, receiving a grunt from the other boy. That's gotta hurt. Harry began to bit his neck and lick it over with his hot mouth.

"Would you stop kissing me there?"

"Never in my life will I ever stop kissing you here."

"You're going give me another hickey, and I swear to Merlin if someone sees a bloody bruise on my throat, we're done for. Snape would kill us!"

"It will be totally worth it." Harry dived back into the crook of his neck. "That's why it's so wonderful that your shirt covers it."

"You know I hate that right."

"No you don't. But I could try somewhere else." Harry moved his way down Draco chest.

"Ha-Harry what are you doing? Harry stop! Harry!" Draco squirmed as he reached his stomach. Harry stopped at the seriousness of his tone.

"What?"

"That feels funny! Like it tingles."

"Like tickles?"

"What? No that's absurd!" Draco found that word rediculous. Tickling was rediculous.

"Oh my god."

"What?"

"You've never been tickled before." Harry broke out into a wide grin.

"Of course I have!" Draco's lie shown though and Harry kept smiling. "Really, who would tickle me Harry? Think of anybody who would."

"They'd probably have their head cut off." Harry laughed about it but knew it was true.

"Exactly." Draco let out a sigh, thinking his threat would work, however upon looking up he saw a hint of mischief which formed into a smirk, and a very large one at that. Dracos eyes grew wide at the realization.

"No Harry! No! Nononononono! Don't you dare! Harry I swear to god if you tickle me I will punch you! I'm not joking Harry! Stop it!" Harry hadn't even touched him yet, just gave an evil smile. Seeing Draco so frazzled was rather enjoyable and entertaining. Draco felt like he was going to proceed into battle.

"Worth it." Harry rolled off of Draco as fast as his reflexes allowed him. He threw his hands everywhere, tickling him as ruthless as he could. Draco squirmed as much as he could kicking the air, punching around him, eyes glued shut. The whole time he was screaming profanities and pleas trying not to laugh. The more and more he was tickled the funnier it felt and Draco HATED it. He hated the forced laughter, the inability to breath, and the helplessness of it all.

Draco never meant to really punch Harry, it just kinda happened. He was breathless and needed to be freed so he kinda just threw his fist in the air hitting his lover straight in the lip. Harry immediately moaned, laying back on the bed covering his face with the pillow.

"Harry! Are you okay?" Draco tried to hug him and console him, but Harry threw his hands at Draco, knocking him off the side of the bed. There was a thud and a loud yelp.

"Harry please don't be mad at me! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean it!" Draco called from the floor. It grew quiet, waiting for an answer Draco's emotions triggered an excruciating amount of guilt. He waited and waited a few moments for anything from Harry until finally he heard a shift on the bed. Harry poked only his head and neck out, his mouth bleeding profusely down his chin.

"Is it bad?" Harry was plain yet sarcastic at the same time. Draco looked up at him full of concern and was caught off guard when Harry started laughing. "I didn't think you were serious. Remind me to never underestimate you again!" Harry chortled.

Draco started smiling to the angels of his laugh and then giggled a little bit too. "I warned you I didn't want to be tickled. Now help me up."

"No."

"What?" Draco was offended.

"Nope." Harry added enfaces on the p. "You need to get up yourself." Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed the edge of the bed, helping himself up.

"Happy?"

"No. My mouth tastes like blood, how on earth would I be happy?"

"We need a bathroom." Suddenly a whoosh sounded and a door formed by the other side of the bed. They both looked at each other with curiosity and headed towards it.

The door revealed a marble bathroom with a glass shower and a granite sink. The mirrors were large and covered most of the room. They also doubled as cabinets, rolls of towels filing them completely.

"Did you really punch me that hard?" Harry examined himself in the mirror. The blood was dried down his neck but some still oozed from the corner of his lip.

Draco ran a towel under warm water and splotched his face with it. Little yelps came from Harry depending on where he was touched but it wasn't the worst pain he's ever felt.

"I'm sorry, Harry."

"Hey it's fine, don't worry about it." Harry was completely honest, he didn't really care. Harry threw the towels he used in a trash can and picked up a fresh warm one. Finishing his business, he looked up to see Draco with a deep frown on his face.

"Draco, what's wrong?" Harry lunged to hug him, hold him, whatever it took.

"Remember our really big fight when Snape made us break up?"

"Yeah?" Harry was confused.

"He talked to me after and asked me if we ever abused each other, and I lied said yes. He said it was best we broke up because it was unhealthy. I- I don't want to do that. I don't want to do that, Harry. I don't want to be like my father." He fought the hole tearing up his stomach. He looked almost sick.

"Draco calm down. It's fine. I promise I'm not mad and I'm not broken or whatever he said. It was an accident. I forgive you. We punch each other all the time, I'm used to it."

But Draco stepped back, feeling sour and sick all over. "That's not something I want you to be used to. I don't want to... Merlin, I'm horrible."

"You're not."

"I am. This is Quidditch all over again."

"No it's not. It was an accident. Please, don't worry about it."

"I just," Draco looked at the floor. Do you think there's ever going to be a day when we can be together openly? Will I ever get to hold your hand in the corridor?"

Harry reaches up and kissed him on the cheek. "I hope so. I really do."

"You just got blood on me didn't you."

"Sorry."

"That's disgusting."

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"There you are, mate," Ron said as Harry finally returned to the Gryffindor Common Room late in the morning. "We've wanted to talk to you about the DA."

"Yeah, I know. I messed up."

"No, really, it was brilliant. No one would do what you did."

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"Were you with your girlfriend last night," Hermione asked.

"Can you please just stop asking about her? Really. Especially with Umbridge and everything going on."

Hermione frowned and looked at him. "It's okay, you know."

"What is?"

"Your girlfriend. No matter who it is. It doesn't matter who you love as long as they treat you right."

Harry looked at her. "She does."

"Good. I left your cloak in your trunk," she said.

"Thanks."

Harry left it at that while he prepared for their first detention. But something felt wrong. He couldn't tell if it was his guilt from the DA, or something else.

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Draco sat in the back of the restricted section library at around 11:45. He studied an ample amount in his own room earlier just incase him and the Gryffindor got a little carried away with their fun. He hated how he acted earlier. He hated being weak, but when you're weak you need someone to make you strong; and that's why he had Harry. He was saving him from his own destiny.

He spread out all his books and papers neatly, a quill and parchment in the middle of it all. He picked the book on top and began to read about the properties of gillyweed, quill in his left hand and his right hand was holding down the paper loosely, he began to copy down notes.

Halfway through the parchment he felt something lace between his fingers, catching him off guard. There was nothing there. He jumped and spilled his bottle of ink, resulting in a black paper. Suddenly he heard that angelic laugh and he turned to the invisible figure. He didn't know if he was staring at the right place, but he guessed it would have to do.

"Harry! I swear if you-"

"Over here," Harry sung like a 6 year old as Draco flipped around to see half of the boy.

"Melin, damn it, Harry! I swear if you scare me like that I will-"

"You'll what?" Harry didn't seem intimidated at all.

"I won't kiss you for a week."

"Really, that lame? Thought you had it in you," Harry faked a yawn, "Guess I was wrong considering I've going more that a couple weeks at a time without even talking to you. I'm sure kissing would be a piece of treacle tart," Harry joked.

"I will take your invisibility cloak and cut off from it so everyone would see your ankles." Draco couldn't come up with the right rebound.

"I'm pretty sure that'd be funny for everyone. Keep it coming, Ferret," he smirked, and Draco rolled his eyes.

"At least I don't think 2 in the morning is the middle of the night."

"Hey!"

"We should get to work. I don't know how long I can stay."

"What do you have an appointment?"

"Shut it scarface." Harry sat down taking out his quill and crumpled parchment. Draco turned back to his work only to have a hand turn his chin to face the other boy. Harry was caressing his cheek, leaning in for a kiss.

"No no no no no no! It's a study date not a kissing date." Draco pushed away Harry's hand even though he wanted to do nothing but lock fingers with him.

"It's still a date."

"I want what's best for you and if that means no kissing, it means no kissing." Harry just pouted. Why couldn't he have a crappy boyfriend so all they could do was snog all night and save the studying for later. "And by the looks of it you wouldn't survive that one week could you." Draco mumbled.

Harry began to write along with Draco, however when a right handed person and a left handed person sit together, lets just say it doesn't necessarily work out.

"Would you move your arm?"

"Why don't you move yours?"

"I'm already scrunched together edge of the table!"

"I'm against the wall!"

"If I move anymore I will be off the table."

"If I move anymore they will find my skeleton in a hundred years as a part of the concrete."

"Oh my Merlin, Potter-" Draco threw down his quill and began to stare at Harry and Harry did the same, "it's not my fault I'm left handed!"

"I know that's why you're so weird!"

"I am not weird, you're weird!

"No, you're weird, and you're an arse!"

"I'm not an arse," Draco recoiled. "I was bloody born with it! I can't just go about changing my dominant hand to make you more comfortable."

"Well, if we made out, we wouldn't have to worry about my comfort, now wouldn't we?"

"Harry," Draco grabbed his collar in a growl. "Get back to work."

Harry froze, his face hard. He eyed Draco's hand, and up along his arm, his throat slightly restricted. "Would you like to bloody tell me how I'm supposed to do that while I'm like this. It's like you're bloody asking for it."

Draco glanced down at his lips, enticed by them, slightly parted. "Maybe I am."

It wasn't less than a second more when Harry grabbed Draco's face and smashed their lips together, hard. He needed this. They both needed it. All their uptight emotions poured into the lip locking session, as the boys sucked and licked and bit each other. Harry forced in entrance and Draco wasn't one to object, encouraging it by wrapping his arms tightly round the other boys back. He wiggled his butt so that their chairs were almost connected, enabling him to wrap his legs around the boy. As Harry invaded his mouth Draco moved his hands into Harry's soft hair, but then down to his hips.

Draco pulled him even closer, and Harry threw and hooked a leg around Draco, and he was sitting on his thighs. Harry just kissed him deeper, their tongues rubbing along each others until their air ran slim. Draco moaned as Harry's glasses dug into his face, and finally, they released with heavy breathing and swollen lips.

As they let go they continued to rest their heads together, eyes locking. It felt like forever, and even that wasn't long enough. What broke them out of their trace was a book falling off the shelf an isle down.

"Prob-probably a loose book." Draco suggested.

"Yeah- yeah." Harry bit his lip.

"We should erm, probably get back to work."

"We should," he said with no meaning. "It's just," he leaned in, "kissing you," he rubbed their noses together, "feels so wonderful," he pecked him.

"I know," Draco smiled, dragging his fingers along his back, "I'm wonderful."

"Shut up, you cocky bastard," Harry caressed his chin and played with the sensitive skin on his neck. "Don't make me give you another hickey," he put his thumb over the fading one. "This one looks like its going away."

"Yes, and I'm bloody tired of how I have to wear my uniform until I go to sleep because if anyone sees it in my common room, I'll be hounded about it."

"It's not my fault, it's my job." Harry kissed him again, too short. Then, still sitting on him, Harry turned around and grabbed one of Draco's books. "This is for Flitwick's essay, right?"

"Yeah, they all are," Draco said, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Ah, good." Harry leaned against Draco's chest and fit his head against the side of Draco's, his arms over his shoulders with the book open in his hands.

"Erm, Harry..."

"Hm?"

Draco couldn't help but love the feeling of Harry's body against his own. "I'm not furniture."

"I'm not moving," he mumbled, fitting his head bent against his neck.

"Harry..."

"Nope. You're warm and soft."

"I'm not soft," Draco turned and looked at him, well, the back of him, his hair and his hood. It tickled him.

Harry just snorted, and pretended to be concentrated, but  didn't read. He was too distracted on how hot his cheeks were and how fuzzy his brain was. He wanted more. More passion, more love.

After a few moments of hearing Draco scribble with a quill, his hand on the small of Harry's back, his thumb rubbing over the hoodie, Harry moved to press his lips into his neck.

"Harry stop it." He kept kissing him. And Draco couldn't deny he wanted more but these OWLS were important to him. "Harry, go away." He lied. He never wanted Harry to leave. "Harry stop, please. Harry... Harry... Please." By now he was down by his favorite spot on Draco's neck, and Draco tried to hold back a moan, biting his lip.

"You know you love it."

"I don't," he fibbed again.

"You enjoy it."

"You are such a pest--mphm--" Harry leaned back and captured his lips, and he arched his back against him. Draco automatically relaxed into it and put his fingers under the hem of his hoodie, but then he knew what he had to do. "Harry..."

"Yes," Harry purred, moving to his cheek and his ear and his neck.

"Damn it, Harry, we're going to fail these OWLS."

"I don't mind it."

"Harry," Draco snapped, and then he stood, Harry hanging onto him, wrapping his legs around his waist. "Harry, let go."

"No, you're warm," Harry whined, clinging to him, but he was slipping. Draco guided him to the table across the way. He hooked the leg of a chair around his ankle and pulled it out, leaning down so Harry had to sit in it, but Harry still had hold of him.

"Harry," Draco warned.

"No!"

"Harry."

"No, you love it!"

"Harry," Draco shook him a bit, and Harry's legs unhooked, him falling into his seat, but his arms were still tight against Draco's neck. "I'll tickle you."

"Do it."

"I will."

"You won't."

"Last chance."

"Nope," Harry smiled. Draco tickled him, Harry forced to let go, and he slammed back against the table. "St-stop! Draco! P-please!"

"That's what you get," Draco held back a smile. He marched back and grabbed Harry's quill and parchment, as well as a few books and he slapped them on his desk, ignoring Harry's pout. "You'll thank me for this," Draco smiled which made Harry want to attack the boy more. His smile always did that- that thing where butterflies flew in his stomach... Or more like had a fist fight because it was doing backflips.

Harry scribbled a note on one of his pieces of parchment and crumpled it in a ball, throwing it at the Slytherin. 

It particularly landed on his left temple and fell on the floor next to him. As he reached down he rolled his eyes at Harry. Uncrumpling the note, Draco read the sloppy handwriting spelling out "I hate you." Draco reached in his shirt and clasped the necklace he alway wore, grabbing the silver chain. Harry, in response, reached into his sweat pant pocket and grabbed a silver and green pocket watch, making the pendant go back and forth in the air by its chain.

"What time is it?"

"1:02."

"Now would that be in the morning or at night?" Draco sneered at him as Harry rolled his eyes.

"In the afternoon, ferret."

"Well thanks for the time update Scarface! I'll remember to be that sarcastic when I take away points from you tomorrow!"

"Not fair. I should gain points for my dashing good looks and wonderful personality and of course my advanced kissing ability-- something you have a charm for." 

"Would you shut up? I'm trying to study hypogriffs!"

"Well you know about as much as I do compared to potions on that subject. Buckbeak hated you."

"Shut it!"

"You brought it up!"

"Shh!" Draco turned to his books while Harry just stared at him. Draco felt the gaze and met his eye before the two went into a giggle-fit. It got to the point where they were banging their heads on the desk and getting muscle spasms.

This time when they finished they actually went to work, actually getting a lot done. Harry found out amazing facts about the black lake, and some of the creatures within it. Draco on the other hand improved his knowledge about dementors. Maybe he could finally cast a patronus.

At about 2:15, Harry saw Draco shivering. Nighttime did have some affects. He took off his own sweat shirt and placed it on Draco's shoulders, kissing him on the cheek.

"Goodnight."

"Harry I'm fine I don't need this." Draco tried to give back his jacket.

"No, keep it."

"But-"

"Draco, you're freezing. I can see your goosebumps from all the way over where I was. You need it. But then again, if you wouldn't have moved me across the way, you'd be very warm."

Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Shut it. When can I see you next?"

"I dunno. I have so much studying to do and Ron and Hermione are already on my back about last night. We'll figure something out."Harry went in for a real goodnight kiss, on that caused his brain to spin. "Goodnight."

"Good morning."

"Piss off, I'll say what I want to say. Good night!" Harry started to walk away.

"But wait it's not even my color!" Draco held up the jacket. The pull-over was Gryffindor colors and had the lion symbol stitched on the front of it.

"Slytherins..." Harry muttered under his breath.

Draco rolled his eyes and laughed to himself, pulling on the jacket. It was oh-so warm and smelled like Harry. He continued to look at the spot where Harry just left until he said aloud:

"Alright, Granger. Come out, I know you're in here." It took a few second of hesitation before a bushy haired girl came from out behind a bookshelf.

"H-How'd you know it was me?"

"Honestly, Granger, use your head," he sat back in his chair, "and I know you can, you're not an idiot. It's not like any of his other friends are smart enough and Weasley won't ever figure it out even if we did and frenchie right in front of him," he rolled his eyes and played with the quill between his fingers.

The girl stood there confused. So many questions, she hadn't a clue were to begin.

"How... How did you... you? I don't..." she stuttered, her eyes wide.

"How did we get together," he finished for her.  He could see her shoulders were tense, and she still hid halfway behind the book case. Draco bit his lip. "It's a long of a story."

"I-I could've guessed that on my own."

After a deep breath, Draco said, "I don't feel comfortable telling you it without his permission or him being here. You're not my best friend, you're his."

"No, I mean how did you know I was here?"

"How did you find out?"

"I was erm.. I was walking down the corridor and I saw you two together..."

"Yes." Draco, too, was nervous-- it was Harry's best friend, of course he was. But she seemed twice as bad. She felt as though Draco were to beat her up.

"Yeah..." she looked to the floor. "And, er, I was under the invisibility cloak and I hid because I didn't know what was going to happen. I just wanted to help Harry feel better."

"And what happened probably wasn't what you were expecting."

"No," she looked up at him with wide eyes. "Not at all. And I was pretty... stunned, you could say. At first I thought you were friends... but then, yeah... you're more."

"Clearly," he dropped his quill and folded his fingers together. "And you followed us into the Room of Requirement. And you watched us do... things. Which, by the way, was quite rude of you."

"I didn't really watch," she said, swallowing. "I was trying to figure out why you two would be doing... what you were doing."

"Making out?"

"Laughing. Joking around. Being friendly, being friends--"

"I assure you, Granger, Harry and I are much more than friends." 

"I can sort of tell that, considering he was on your lap half the night."

Draco ran a hand through his hair. Things were going so well for so long. It seemed like Harry's friends would never find out, and that was a wonderful thing... but now...

She furrowed her eyebrows and stepped forward a bit. "I-I... I don't see it..."

"Don't see what?"

"What he sees in you."

Draco cocked an eyebrow, something in his stomach turning. He then relaxed himself. Harry loved him. Granger wasn't going to change that. "You wouldn't."

"You're just so awful to him all the time."

"Most the time," he corrected.

"I don't understand."

"We plan it all out, Granger. Don't be thick. I wouldn't call him a bloody uneducated brute without his permission, of course."

"How do I know this isn't a trick?"

"You're just going have to trust me on that one, just like he did."

"Do you truely... you know... care about him?"

"Yes." No hesitation crossed his path.

She bit her lip. "Really?"

"Really. Very much."

She looked him up and down. "What did you do to his lip?"

"I-I," he tensed. "I accidentally punched him. It was a complete accident! I promise! We were... he tickled me, and.. Merlin, it was stupid of me, but it was a reflex, I've never been bloody tickled before and--" he put his hand over his face and rubbed it. "I'm so stupid."

"What about outside of this," she asked, abandoning the subject. Harry had forgiven him, she should, too. She began playing with her fingers.

"What, when we fight? I hate it. I hate it so much. It's the worst feeling in the world. It just makes my heart crack when I see his face sometimes. Last year we had a fight over fighting and what was too far or not. Quidditch this past year was one of those examples. And calling you two by blood. But like I said I don't want to tell too much."

"I understand."

"Oh and don't tell him about this. I don't want him knowing you know. He'll tell you when he's ready."

"I swear if this is some little game and you hurt him-"

"I won't. He means too much to me."

She read him. "You seem so different."

"I am, when I'm with him... definitely."

"Good. One last thing. How long?"

"A year and 3 months."

Her eyes went wide. "And it's been kept a secret?"

"Yes with a few exceptions. What we are doing is very dangerous, and I don't want anyone, especially him, getting hurt."

She nodded and was quiet a bit before speaking again. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Making him smile again." She grinned at his protection and loyalty. It made her open her eyes to the new Draco and close on the old Malfoy.

"Thank you for letting me. Good night, Hermione."

"Good night, Draco."

"Call me that again and I'll push you in the black lake next winter." All seriousness was taken from him, he was basically smiling.

"Call me Hermione and I'll make sure to do the same."

"And do teach Harry the time of day. He has a little trouble comprehending that. Good night, Granger. Someone actually outsmarted us. You really are the brightest witch of your age."