Again, early in the morning, the two met in the hallway to share a delightful kiss as they had each day previous. It was Monday, meaning their first day of detention. They spent each night leading up to it together, as well as the entire weekend.

This time, they kept kissing and Draco pulled them back through his door as he sucked on Harry's bottom lip.

"Morning Blaise," Harry mumbled through his lips as Draco pushed him back onto his slytherin-green bed. Blaise just gagged and said he'd let them have their privacy as he raced to the bathroom. The pair was far too busy to hear the shower start up. Draco opened his mouth and Harry slid his tongue inside. Harry enveloped his arm around Draco's neck and pulled him closer so that the blonde was laying on him completely, and he moved his hands to his chest and on his hip.

Harry flipped them, rolling Draco on his back. He kissed down his jawline, running his hands through his white hair and tugging on it.

"Harry," Draco breathed his eyes closed and a peaceful smile was etched on his face as Harry's hair tickled his ear.

"Good morning," Harry grinned as he moved down to his neck and nuzzling it. "I would keep going but I'm staving and would hate to miss breakfast."

"You could have me instead," Draco smiled, biting his lip, looking into Harry's eyes lovingly.

"Oh I would love to," Harry kissed his nose, "buuuuut I need to copy Hermione's herbology notes."

"Always the alternative motive," Draco smacked Harry's arse.

"Draco Malfoy, did you just spank me," Harry's mouth dropped as he tried to hold back a chuckle, his left butt cheek stinging.

"Maybe I did," Draco raised an eyebrow squeezing the same spot he just whacked. He shoved his hand down Harry's pajama pants and started to play with the waistband of his briefs, sending Harry into a state of squirming.

"Draco, no," he giggled, trying to get away from his grasp before things got out of hand. They had to get to their first period or else, they predicted Pumblechook would be horribly unfair, especially on the day of their first detention. "Not now!" Draco pulled him by his shirt back to him and he kissed down his neck. Harry tried to get away, climbing over Blaise's bed.

"I'm going to get you," Draco said in a husky, deep voice.

"Draco!"

"I'm coming for you Harry." Draco ran over the bed and tried to grab him, but missed.

"Come catch me, ferret," Harry shouted before running out his door, through his common room and to the seventh floor. Draco sprinted after him. They spent their time scouring staircases, sprinting through empty hallways, and chasing each other through untouched corridors- all barefoot, their PJ's the only thing keeping them warm.

They made their way to the trophy room, where Draco pinned Harry to the floor and proceeded to make out with him. They then got out of there as fast as possible to ensure no one saw them. Sneaking back onto the seventh floor, before they entered, Draco squeezed Harry's arse again just before they reached the door. Harry smacked his arm with the back of his hand, a grin on his face, but Draco didn't whack back. He took the Gryffindor's chin and kissed his lips sweetly.

"I never got to say good morning," Draco said, grabbing Harry by the waist and hugging him, resting his chin on top of Harry's raven hair.

"Good morning to you too," Harry replied, getting on his tiptoes and kissing his forehead.

They went in separately, well kind of. Harry told Draco to stay behind for a few minutes and they could say they were gone for separate reasons, but as Draco put it- he got cold- he was about two seconds behind him.

"Where have you two been," Neville asked, his tie drooping from his neck, it undone. Harry's friends were outside their doors, a few sitting on the couch. Ron and Hermione stood together, Ron kissing her cheek.

"He stole my quill again-"

"So he chased me around the entire damned castle," Draco said, rolling his eyes, acting as though he was visibly annoyed.

"I was teaching you a lesson, Malfoy," Harry bit.

"You're a horrid teacher, remind me to never ask for your help."

"I'm a better teacher than you," Harry called, his insult was weak, and no venom was laced in his words.

Draco, rolling his eyes yet again, went to his room, and Harry was about to as well but Neville called him back over.

"Why didn't you just beat him up, or report him if he stole something. I'm sure you could kick him out faster than a blink of an eye."

"Yeah, and why are you two hanging out all the time," Dean asked.

"I mean we aren't hanging out, at all, actually," Harry hardly fibbed, the silence and innocence of the group getting to him.

"It just seems like you two are always around each other."

"You guys don't even fight properly. You sound like an old married couple," Seamus raised an eyebrow. Harry thought to himself 'not there yet, but that's the goal.' He couldn't wait to grow old with Draco. He imagined them together, waking up on Sundays and sleeping all day, or going to cafés with him and eating all the scones, or raising a family together.

"I thought you hated him, we hate him," Dean accused, tying his tie.

"It's complicated," Harry spoke, "I don't hate him, and I don't think you should either."

"But Harry, he's a death eater!"

"I know but he's saved my life, I saved his. He's not a death eater even though he has the mark. We've fought and gone through the tantrums, but agreed to be friends. He's really not that bad when you get to know him."

Draco finished dressing, probably spellwork due to the speed and accuracy, and went towards the door only to give Harry a death stare as he walked by him, although he did squeeze his arse going unseen by the rest of the group since Harry was facing them, as they bumped shoulders. Harry went beet red.

"Potter," he spat.

"Malfoy," Harry replied just as strong. Their eyes followed until Draco reached the door and once he was out of sight from the others, he winked, and Harry involuntarily winked back slightly before turning back to the group.

"Right, not that bad," Neville said almost cautiously.

"It just seems like you're always staring at each other, or just involved," Dean spoke.

"What can I say? He's magnetic. But I really do think you guys should at least give him a chance," Harry finished before going to his room to shower and get ready.

"There's something going on between those two," Neville concluded before heading down to the great hall with his friends.

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In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Draco and Harry were both asked to stay after class as Pumblechook called for them to.

"Your detention starts at 5:00 and you will meet in here. I will explain the rules once we're all together. It will last all week and if there so be a peep from either of you, I will make it two without hesitation. Out," the professor bit, and they were headed to divination, late.

"Are you sure you want to be seen walking with me," Draco said quietly. They were rushing to their next class and the hallway wasn't that filled, but noisy, so they could be close together, but no one could hear them.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I told my friends we were kind of friends today, so I think we're okay."

"How'd they take it?"

"They didn't scream, so very well actually."

"And everyone else?"

"Who cares about them? We'll be gone soon enough anyway. And you made me miss breakfast! I'm going to be starving all day now," Harry whined. "And I only got to copy half of the notes."

"It's not my fault you don't pay attention in any of your classes."

"It's not my fault that you have an obsession with my arse."

Draco was going to argue but decided against it, "It is really nice. Do you think after detention, we could head to the Room of Requirement? I haven't touched you in forever."

"You're kidding. Shall we count this morning's groping or no?"

"No," Draco decided after a bit of pondering.

"So it's been a total of 15 hours since we... you know," Harry started but didn't want anyone to over hear it.

"Made love?"

"Shhh! You say I'm bad! Let's just go scream it at the feast why don't we."

"Do you realize how hilarious that would be?" Harry hit him, "Sorry... but 15 hours isn't good enough. It's entirely too long. I could take you now if I had the chance," Draco said nonchalantly.

"Oh would you shut it. We survived over a year without seeing each other, control yourself you horny bastard," Harry said that last part to himself.

"Right because 'kiss me, kiss me' isn't horny at all."

"Shh!"

"You said it first."

Once there, the covert couple sat together, despite the stares of their friends. Ron, Hermione, Pansy, and Blaise brushed it off as if it was nothing.

The class was boring. Harry's stomach rumbled halfway though causing Draco to scoff, holding back a chuckle. Harry just gave him a death stare.

At the end of class, Draco snuck out before the bell rang, and Harry watched him go, lingering his eyes on him. The action didn't go unnoticed by his classmates, but he was in a far too deep daze to notice. He wondered where Draco was going, but was quickly swept away from the thought when Ron and Hermione swooped him away to their next class: charms.

Draco walked in just as the bell rang and took a seat next to Harry again. Under the desk he tapped Harry's knee. Harry turned to him, a blank look, and Draco rose and eyebrow, then focused on Flitwick. Harry furrowed his eyebrows slightly then turned back to the professor. Draco took Harry's hand without looking and opened it, dropping a light object into it. Harry looked down to see a small piece of cauldron cake within it.

Harry immediately looked up at Draco lovingly. 'Thank you,' he mouthed, beaming, before eating the piece whole. The next time Flitwick faced the board, he broke off another piece and rested it in Harry's hand under the desk. The Gryffindor happily ate it with a subtle smile on his face.

They continued on until the cake was finished and crumbs rested in Draco's robe pocket. They then held hands under the table and Harry stroked his knuckles sweetly. It was only when Draco needed a new roll of parchment when they reluctantly let go.

As Draco reached down into his bag, Harry took Draco's notes and wrote, "You're the absolute best," in the corner margin.

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At five o'clock, Draco and Harry walked to detention together, unexcited and already agitated, however Draco was more relaxed than he.

"This is ridiculous, a week of detention because we were out late one night," Draco complained. "Pumblechook hates us to an unreasonable extent, just because he lost one case doesn't mean he needs to hate us."

"I know, but we may as well get it done with. There are only a few weeks until holiday break."

Walking into the room, there was one flame illuminating the entire room. It was an eerie sight, and Pumblecook sat right next to it, grading papers.

"Harry," Draco whispered, "I don't know about this."

"Want to make a break for it?"

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy. Do come in," the professor said, almost a trace of humor in his face. "Sit," he ordred. They both made their way to the front desk and sat in it, but the man spoke again, "Not there, Mr. Malfoy, over there, in that desk." He pointed to the table, literally right next to Harry. It was pointless. Draco did it anyway, not wanting to waste any more time in the horrid atmosphere than needed. Besides, he and Harry made a promise to meet up in the room of requirement when finished. Now that, he was excited for.

"The rules are, no talking, no looking, no tom-foolery nor hijinks, no looking at each other for more than three seconds, but that won't be a problem because you will be spending your detention separately. Mr. Potter, you will be cleaning the trophy and only come back when you are finished, no wand allowed, Mr. Malfoy you will be staying with me tonight until he gets back."

"Why is this an entire week," Draco bit, "we were just out after curfew."

"Oh tonight is making up for that. The rest of the week is to teach respect," he raised an eyebrow as he lifted himself from his seat. "You two notoriously and constantly make my classroom a joke, and I will not have it."

"You do that yourself, sorry to say, sir," Draco rolled his eyes.

Pumblechook inhaled deeply. "You know," he challenged, "I feel as though you think, Mr. Malfoy, you own the world, as though I am not anything but just a laugh to you." It was true to be honest. He did make fun of him openly a lot, and normally Harry would object if it was any other teacher, but this was completely personal, plus he hated the bastard. "Well, you see. I am anything but, and if anything I should be considered a threat to the both of you."

"And why would that be," Harry asked, his teeth on edge.

"Well," he laughed an arrogant laugh, "if you do recall at our first... wonderful detention together, I did promise the both of you I would find out what was going on between you two. And I concluded you two don't hate each other. Care to speak?"

"We've had our differences. We've came across them," Draco said, angry, his heart beating. "Nothing else."

"Really now, because, I feel like you've settled a bit more than differences."

"Stop saying what you feel," Harry bit, "get to the point."

"Mr. Potter, try not to be so impatient," he said with humor laced in his eyes. He reached to his desk and picked up a few pieces of paper and slapped them in front of Harry. They were photographs. Photographs of them kissing at the clock tower, outside the 8th year common room, embracing in an empty alcove, them coming out of a broom closet, were splayed in front of them. Harry picked one up of them; the one where they were practically eating each other alive and held in in his hands so hard it tarnished the ends of it. His heart beat faster and he wanted to throw up.

Draco rushed to the table, picking up the one of them holding hands and leaning in for a kiss before class, ignorant bliss in their eyes. "You've been following us, you sick git!" Draco rummaged through the pictures ending up on one taken a few weeks ago. Harry was on one knee, he was crying and it shifted to Draco jumping on top of Harry screaming "yes," over and over again, only to then kiss Harry on the lips. They were engaged.

"Oh no, I'm far too busy for that. I have ways. And to get to the point, Mr. Potter," he smirked, an evil glare on his face, "I wouldn't think you two would want these getting out."