The Slytherin students filed into the great hall sitting at their unassigned, but designated, seats. Stacks of pancakes filled the air with the delicious scent and bowls of perfectly ripened strawberries complemented it. The children gossiped, as usual, talking about who was dating who, who had fallen asleep during professor Snape's lectures, and other such trivial school things. Draco Malfoy felt himself above nonsensical gossip school gossip. He had better things to do with his time than postulate about why Dean Thomas was seen sneaking out of Seamus Finnigan's room early that morning. Gryffindor gossip was of no interest to him. That is until he heard one particular name.

"Harry Potter? Really? Do you think so?"

Draco immediately perked up and tried to figure out what the little 3rd years were talking about without seeming too interested in the conversation.

"Yeah! I didn't believe it at first either, but think about it! Remember how he acted all star-struck around Cedric at the tournament?"

"Everyone was star struck. Cedric is beautiful." One boy shrugged.

"Yeah well, I believe it." The first replied.

"I still don't know, I think he seems to really like Cedric ex." A girl chimed in.

The first boy sighed. "If you knew anything at all, Angie, you'd know that there's this magical thing called bisexuality."

"Or pansexuality." The other boy added.

"Okay fine. I concede. You win Harry Potter is into dudes."

Draco choked on the bite of pancake he had just placed in his mouth, causing the small group to turn towards him. He swallowed as gracefully as possible and turned to face the third year.

"Details." They started at him, slightly confused as to why such a popular seventh year would be speaking to them.

"Now." He demanded when they didn't respond.

"Well, um, some of the Hufflepuff third years said that they overheard some Gryffindors in the library who said that they saw Harry Potter breaking it off with Cho because he 'had feelings for someone else'. And then they said when Cho asked who he had feelings for Harry said 'He's in Slytherin. Seventh year. Plays quitich' That's all I know." The third-year waited to see if his answer would suffice.

"Personally, I think it's a bit of a stretch. I mean it's really a matter of he said she said by this point and..." Draco walked away from the third-years, away from the Slytherin table.

He searched through the sea of Gryffindors, looking for one particular group. A ginger boy, a smart girl with a curly mini afro, and a boy with stunning green eyes and beautiful chestnut hair. Who wore dorky glasses, and had the faintest spread of freckles across the bridge of his nose.

There. He walked purposefully down the Gryffindor table to where the group sat, along with a few others, gossiping and joking until they noticed him waking over.

"Malfoy, come on now, we don't want any trouble." Hermione began.

"Potter," Draco called out sternly, as he stood behind Harry. He didn't show it, but Draco felt sick to his stomach. This could go so wrong so quickly. Harry didn't respond so Draco took the next step.

"Harry," he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Can we talk. Please?"

"I umm..." he muttered something and didn't look up. If Draco cared to look at the rest of the Gryffindors faces, he'd notice the look of confusion that they all shared. Why was Malfoy being... nice?

Draco shoved his way on to the bench and sat beside Harry facing him.

"Hi, Malfoy. Um, what do you want?" He sounded timid, scared even.

"Draco." He corrected.

"What?"

"You can call me Draco. If you want." He smiled at the Gryffindor in front of him, who shyly returned the gesture.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Draco asked.

Harry looked desperately at his friends, trying to ask them what to do without speaking. He looked back at Draco.

"Umm sure. Sounds great." He replied, regaining his usual confidence. Hermoine's choked back scoff was clue that he'd made the wrong decision.

"Lovely! Let's be off then?" Draco stood and offered his hand to Harry.

"What, right now?"

"Um, yes?" Draco faltered for a second. Fortunately, Harry went along with it and took Draco's outstretched hand to help himself up. He let go after that, instead of reaching to grab his wand and books. Both boys secretly wished the contact lasted longer. Harry stacked 3 textbooks on top of each other and turned to follow Draco where ever he was leading.

"Here, let me." Draco grabbed the stack of books from Harry's arms, brushing his fingers against Harry in the process.

"Oh, um, thank you." They stood there for a moment, forgetting that they were in the great hall with more than a few people questioningly staring at them. They didn't notice. They were to busy trying to figure each other out, but it probably looked more like intense eye sex.

Draco snapped back to reality first. "Let's go then." He started walking but made sure to wait so Harry was beside him and not behind.

"So," Draco began once they were away from other people. "How come it seems that I'm the last to know that the chosen one is into boys?"

"W-what?" Harry stuttered. "Who told you that?"

"That was all the gossip in the hall this morning. The chosen one has a crush. On a seventh year boy. In Slytherin. Who's on the quitich team." He paused. Harry looked pink. Or maybe it was just Draco's hopeful imagination. "Any reason you didn't want me to know, Potter?" They stopped walking sometime during the conversation and now stood facing each other, only the textbooks in Draco's arms separating them. Draco stepped closer, holding the books against his chest. "Because you know, I've heard another rumor." He leaned in so he could whisper into Harry's ear. "Apparently that Malfoy prat has it bad for a certain Gryffindor with a scar."

He felt Harry shiver, but it wasn't remotely cold outside.

"So," he pulled back so that he was facing Harry. "You gunna answer my question?"

"I uh- I- Well, I- oh for Christ's sake Malfoy stop staring at me like that and just kiss me already!" He yelled. The second the words left his mouth he regretted them. His entire face was a bright red. But before he could run away or say something stupid, a soft pair of lips pressed over his own and a stack of books hit the ground with a bang as he was pushed against a wall.

Draco's wasted no time getting to kissing the boy he had been fantasizing about since fourth year. He pressed kiss after kiss onto Harry's lips, jawline, neck. His hands fell stupidly against Harry's shoulders, pressing him against the wall.

Harry kissed back equally as feverishly, sucking on any skin that he could reach. Draco pulled Harry's earlobe between his teeth, forcing out an embarrassingly loud moan from the Gryffindor.

Unfortunately, their little makeout session came to a premature halt when somebody cleared their throat behind Draco. The boys pulled apart, completely flushed red, not just from embarrassment, as they were met face to face with professor McGonnagal.

"Well boys, I'm glad to see you are finally getting along." She smiled at the boys' embarrassment. "I would ask, however, that we keep the halls a PDA free area if that's not too much?"

They nodded quickly, trying not to make eye contact.

"Thank you." And with that, the professor walked off.

The two waited until the professor's footsteps could no longer be heard echoing through the halls before either spoke.

"So Harry," Draco broke the silence. "I don't know if you know this but I actually managed to get a room to my self this year. Want to take a trip to the dungeons?" He smiled mischievously.

A smile grew across Harry's face to match. "Absolutely."

He grabbed the Slytherin by the hand dragged him down the hall as they ran off, completely forgetting about the now-abandoned pile of textbooks in a messy pile on the floor.