Harry woke up in his four-poster bed feeling groggy. He buried his head in his pillow, feeling unbelievably tired.

In a rush, the previous night flooded back to him and a wide grin spread over his face, and he felt a blush creep up to his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop himself smiling like a lunatic, but he couldn't help it.

He dressed quickly, and headed out of the portrait hole to breakfast, all the while unable to keep a dorky grin off his face.
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"What's gotten you in a good mood this morning?" Ron asked Harry as they pushed the doors open to the great hall.

They were hit with the chatter and buzz of the student body, conversations mingling with others.

Harry bit his lip. "Nothing, I'm just feeling really happy today," he said, anxious that Ron would keep pressing him for an answer.

Ron narrowed his eyes at him, searching for something; a sign that would tell him Harry was lying.

After pausing for a few moments, Ron eventually said, "Something's up with you. I know it. I can sense it."

Harry laughed. "Is that supposed to scare me?"

"No, it's supposed to be a warning, you prat," Ron replied, grinning.

"A warning? For what?" Harry asked, as the two crossed the hall to the Gryffindor table.

Harry squeezed in between Hermione and Neville, Ron sitting opposite. Hermione was leafing through a transfiguration textbook that Harry hadn't seen before.

Ron grabbed his fork and stabbed it into a sausage, before chewing loudly.

"I simply want you and her to be happy," Ron continued, referring to Harry's unanswered question.

Harry chocked on his pumpkin juice, spraying it over Hermione, who gave him a 'can-you-not-I'm-trying-to-read' look. However her head sprang up when she processed what Ron had just said.

"Her? Who's her? Harry? Oh, Merlin, are you seeing someone?" Her torrent of questions spilled out of her mouth, a smile spread over her features.

Harry coughed, recovering from his choking session, and looked both of them in the eye.

"Listen, I'm—"

"But, Harry! What about the second task?" Hermione sounded exasperated. You do know that it's in two months, and you haven't even figured out the clue, because you're seeing someone!" She was hissing at him by this point.

Harry reeled back, caught off guard by her outburst. He hadn't given a second thought to the tournament since before Christmas. He was too caught up in everything. Too caught up in Draco. Draco.

"'Mione, calm down," Ron said. "He still has two more months!"

"I don't care, Ron! Harry, snap out of it!" Hermione said from next to him. "You must find out the clue today, otherwise who knows what could happen in the task!"

Harry nodded, partly because she was right, and partly because he wanted her to shut up. He looked down at his plate, a new feeling spreading inside him. He was panicking. How was he ever going to find out the clue?

He looked at his best friends; Ron had gone back to attacking the sausage. Harry was glad he hadn't asked any more questions about the 'girl', although he knew that would be coming later.

Hermione was flipping through her textbook once again, but Harry knew she wanted to say more on the subject of the second task.

He hardly had an appetite now, for the sickness he had gotten used to for the past months has made its presence known once again, settling in the pit of his stomach.

He took a bite of bread, then put it down on his plate. He could hardly swallow; his throat was too dry.

A feeling suddenly washed over Harry, as if someone was watching him. As if to prove this theory correct, he glanced up and directly opposite him sat Draco at the Slytherin table, watching him carefully.

Seeing him there brought back the memories from the night before, and he blushed and looked down at his plate, only to look back up at the blonde, who was smiling at him. Both boys were remembering the night previous.

Harry watched as Pansy slapped Draco's arm, brining the boy out of his daze. He blushed and looked away, and Harry smirked. He didn't know what he and Draco were at that moment, but he was certain there was something between them.
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The weeks rolled by, but neither Draco nor Harry had been able to see each other, let alone talk, for they had busy schedules and hardly any classes together. All they had been able to do was look across at each other in the great hall, sharing futile glances.

To make things worse, Harry was trying as hard as he could to figure out the clue but nothing was working. It was a few days until the task now, and he was panicking more than ever. Ron and Hermione had tried, of course, but were just as stuck as he was. The only thing he had to go on was Cedric's stupid advice about the prefect's bathroom, which he was sure was utter nonsense.

Now, Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the Gryffindor common room, sitting in armchairs by the fire. Ron was eating some chocolate and Hermione was scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment, a textbook open beside her.

Harry was fed up. He desperately wanted to see Draco again; the boy was driving him insane, plus the second task was in a few days.

Harry held his egg in his hands tightly, looking at it, willing it to show him the clue.

"What's your secret?" He murmured, sighing.

"So, Harry," Ron said, through a mouthful of chocolate. "Who is it?" he raised his eyebrows at his best friend, who swallowed. Harry tensed. He knew this was coming.

"I'm not er, not really seeing, um, them," he said, unsure how he was going to weave his way out of this one.

"What do you mean, not seeing them?" Ron asked, his full attention on Harry now. "You didn't deny it at before, plus you have that 'I'm-in-love-look,'"

Harry opened his mouth to protest. "I do not have an 'I'm-in-love' look!" he said indignantly. "And I tired to tell you I wasn't seeing them, except someone," he said, looking pointedly at Hermione, who wasn't taking an interest in the conversation.

"Except someone interrupted me, very rudely." Harry sat back and folded his arms.

"Whatever, mate," Ron said, his fingers sticky. "As long as she's treating you right, that's all that matters. I won't ask any more."

Harry smiled gratefully at him and sat back, glad the subject was over. He thought about everything; Draco, the egg, the task, Draco, the clue, Draco.

Eventually, Harry lifted himself from the chair he was lounging in, holding his egg tightly in his hands.

"I'm just, er, going to see Proffessor McGonagall about our homework assignment thing," Harry announced to Ron and Hermione who looked up at him.

He didn't want to tell them about what Cedric had said, they would only pester him and ask questions. Well, maybe not Ron, but Hermione most definitely would.

Harry sped-walked to the portrait hole, just as Hermione called to him, "Harry, we don't have any home—"

But the door had already shut, cutting her off speech.
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A/N: Myrtle isn't in this scene I can't be bothered to write about her, maybe I'll edit her in later bye

Harry slid into the water of the prefect's bathroom, the warm froth soaking into his skin as he laid back against the cold tiles.

He relaxed for a few minutes, before remembering what he was there for. He turned his head to the side and grabbed the golden egg.

Now what was he supposed to do? Harry fiddled with the knob on the top, releasing the egg into a fit of screams and screeches. The noise was practically making his ears bleed.

Harry quickly forced the thing shut, locking it again. Clearly, that wasn't what he was meant to do. Then what?

Harry's eyes scanned the bathroom, before they fell on the surface of the water, the bubbles sticking to the sides of the gigantic tub, inviting him into its depths.

Mentally smacking himself for being so stupid, he dived into the calming water, bringing the egg down with him.

Once under, he undid the clasp for the second time, but instead of the screams that he expected to hear, a beautiful singing voice emerged and he listened carefully, taking in every word.

A/N: I'm assuming you all know what the egg sings in the water, if you don't, look up the lyrics or read the book. like I said before i honestly am not bothered to put in details right now but I might edit it in later. maybe

Harry's lungs were becoming short of air, so he broke the surface of the water, coughing and spluttering.

He closed the egg up again and changed immediately, casting a drying charm in the process. He had to get back to Hermione, she was the only one who could figure out what this meant.
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Draco tossed and turned in his bed, unable to fall asleep. Tomorrow was the day of the second task, and he was the most nervous he had ever felt in his entire life. He had no idea what would happen to Harry.

Of course, he knew from the other students that Harry would be going underwater in the black lake for an hour, but that just made Draco want to see him more.

He could die. Harry could die. And Draco was not prepared for that to happen. He was most definitely not going to let his mate die, it was Draco's job to protect him from harm. But what Draco couldn't do was see how exactly he was going to do just that.

Draco rolled over and sighed. There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight, that was unthinkable. His mind was clogged, with only thoughts of Harry. His Harry, who he hadn't seen in weeks.

Letting out a grunt of frustration into the pillow, Draco quickly got out of bed, making up his mind to go and find Harry.

He would not be able to sleep until he knew he was okay. Draco at least deserved one last moment with his mate before he was most probably drowned in a lake.

Making his way silently to the door, being careful not to wake the others, Draco crept down the stairs to the common room. No one was around, as it had gone midnight. He seemingly glided quickly over the floor, and through the door leading out to the dungeons.

Draco jogged quietly through the dungeons, but coming to a sudden stop at the top of a staircase. He had no idea where Harry would be, most likely in his bed in Gryffindor tower.

Swallowing, Draco kept walking, feeling stupid, but knew his Veriae senses would lead him to his mate.

If Harry was in Gryffindor tower, Draco didn't know the password and wouldn't be able to get in. Which, unfortunately for Draco, meant he wouldn't see Harry until the second task.

At this thought, Draco hurried further and deeper into the castle, trying to find Harry's scent. He hoped against hope that none of the prefects were roaming the halls, or he'd be in for it.

Trundling up the many staircases, Draco found himself wishing he could use his wings to reach Harry quicker. He considered it, however turned the option down when he thought over the consequences.

He would definitely rip his pyjamas if he brought out his wings, which he couldn't do as his pyjamas were made of silk, and they were extremely expensive.

The other option was to take off his shirt, but if someone caught him flying around shirtless through Hogwarts after curfew, he would certainly have a lot of explaining to do.

Whilst thinking about the consequences to this, Draco didn't realise he had made it to the Gryffindor side of school, where a scent hit him from afar. It was the smell of grass, or trees, broomstick polish, and was that.. treacle tart?

Draco grinned at the scent; it smelt just like Harry. He followed it, but instead of it leading to Gryffindor tower like he thought it would, Draco ended up standing outside the library.

The door was locked, but he quickly cast a spell to unlock it. Peering round, he saw nothing; no one was in there and it was dark.

Draco was confused at first, but then realised the scent was leading him to the very back off the room.

Silently, he crept past the many rows of books lining the shelves, all the way to the back where the last isle was standing.

Turning the corner, Draco's grey eyes fell on a mop of black hair, resting on a table at the very end of the isle.

He moved closer and realised that Harry was sitting, head down on a book, sleeping.

Draco's heart instantly melted at the sight; it was adorable. From inside his pyjama shirt, his wings rippled briefly, still folded.

He quietly pulled a chair out from the table next to Harry and sat, all the while never taking his eyes off of the boy.

Once sitting, Draco reached a hand over to Harry, pulling the boy's hair out of his eyes. He let out an evolutionary gasp as his eyes fell on the lightening-shaped scar which stood out on Harry's forehead. He had never seen it this close before.

With shaking fingers, Draco traced his fingers along the ridges, and for some reason a shiver traveled down his back and across his wingspan.

He drew his hand away as Harry gave a small whimper. Draco had awoken the boy, who was now slowly opening his green eyes.

Draco knew Harry would be startled, but couldn't bring himself to get up and leave before he noticed him; Harry was too cute when he was sleeping and Draco wanted to hug him. A lot.

Draco watched as Harry's beautiful eyes fell on him, taking in what he was seeing. Harry suddenly bolted upwards, his messy hair sticking up on the side he had been sleeping.

"Draco," he breathed. "W-what are you doing here?" A blush formed on his cheeks, realising the Slytherin had been watching him sleep. Which, when you put it like that, sounded kind of creepy.

"I-er, kind of, um, missed you- er- so I came to find you and, er.." Draco stammered, avoiding Harry's eyes, however that was impossible, for they kept pulling him in deeper.

"And you watched me sleep..?" Harry asked, bewildered but slightly amused.

"Well.. er- not really, I just, um.." Draco bit his lip, looking down. His face had turned a shocking shade of red.

Draco was honestly so damn hot when he blushed, and Harry didn't even try to push his thoughts away this time.

Draco felt a finger on his chin, and he brought his face up to meet Harry's eyes.

"Hey," Harry whispered. "It's okay."

A strong sense of déjà vu enveloped both Draco and Harry, and their minds traveled back to a few months ago, on that night, under the starlit corridors of Hogwarts, dancing, laughing... kissing.

"I missed you too," Harry gave Draco a small smile, and the blonde looked into his green eyes, his own turning a subtle deep shade of blue.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked Harry, captivated by Harry's scent and forest-green eyes.

"Oh, um, came here with Hermione to find out about the second task. I figured out the clue," Harry replied.

But Draco wasn't listening. "Wait you came here with the mudblood?!" he whisper-shouted. Harry noticed his eyes flash to a sliver colour. "Why didn't you come to me, I could've helped!"

"Okay," Harry said, his face contorting into an expression of anger. "Number one: jealously is not a good trait, but I will accept because it's pretty hot in you."

Draco opened his mouth to reply to this very blunt fact, but Harry stopped him.

"Number two, don't you dare call Hermione a mudblood, she's my friend and that's a horrible word to use," Harry hissed at him, anger pulsing through him.

"H-Harry, I-I'm sorry, I promise I won't say it again. Whatever makes you happy." Draco offered a small smile, biting his lip.

Harry's anger ebbed away, and his face softened, seeing how truly sorry and regretful Draco was.

"I-it's okay, I forgive you." Harry was becoming lost again.

Draco's now blue eyes travelled over Harry's scar, and he reached up gingerly, tracing it once over, and back up again.

Harry watched Draco, and became emersed in his features. He was lost in his blue eyes, the colours Harry had no explanation for, and Harry's own travelled down the Slytherin's face, stopping on his lips.

Draco stopped tracing Harry's scar, and just sat and watched him. Harry was breathing hard, seemingly having trouble taking in oxygen.

Draco sat forward so his face was an inch away from Harry's.

"Having trouble breathing, are we, Potter?" Draco smirked at him.

Harry made a sound in the back of his throat, that sounded somewhat near a whimper. Draco's smirk grew wider.

"I can make it harder for you," Draco said innocently, unable to contain his laughter. He leant forward even more so his lips rested just above Harry's, a sliver of air between the two.

Harry waited with baited breath, hardly daring to take in any more, before he let out a grunt of frustration and gripped Draco's shirt, slamming his lips to his own.

Draco let out a gasp and Harry took his chance, sliding his tongue inside the taller boy's mouth. Butterflies erupted into his stomach, sending a warm, fuzzy dizziness up into his brain.

Draco missed this, he missed the taste of Harry's lips, he's forgotten how good it felt to kiss his mate. His mate.

Sparks flew between the two boys, their tongues danced together, fighting for the upper hand, before Draco won and took charge. Harry let out a grunt of annoyance, and Draco smirked before sliding his tongue around Harry's mouth, feeling, touching, tasting.

He gripped Harry's hips, pulling him off the chair and onto Draco's lap, whilst Harry snaked a hand up Draco's neck, into Draco's hair and tugging at it, causing a moan to escape the latter.

It reminded the two of the night of the Yule Ball, touching, tasting, wanting. It was just like that night. But better. It had been too long. This was what they needed.

Harry and Draco pulled away, gasping for breath. Draco rested his forehead on Harry's, closing his eyes, trying to keep the taste of him on his lips, but it was leaving him exceedingly fast.

"Harry.." Draco said, unsure how to start his sentence. "Y-you could die tomorrow."

"I know," Harry replied, his nose brushing Draco's like a cat's. "But don't think about it. I'll be fine."

"No, Harry, don't say that." Draco was looking into Harry's eyes now, so full of love, so full of concern. "Don't say you'll be fine. What if you're not. What if you.."

The shear horror washed over Draco like a tsunami and he looked up into Harry's beautiful face. He felt his eyes well up at the thought of losing him.

"I'm not losing you," he whispered, grabbing Harry and pulling him towards his body, partly to hide his teary face, partly just to hold Harry. To make him feel safe.

Harry pulled Draco in for a short, but loving kiss, the latter answering eagerly.

"Harry," Draco whispered as he pulled back and looked up at the boy. "W-what are we?"

Harry paused for a few moments, watching Draco, who was biting his lip, anxious for an answer.

"I-I don't know," he replied, looking down. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and played with his fingers, avoiding the Slytherin's eyes, as Draco watched him with a mixture of fascination and adoration. "What do you want to be?" Harry said finally.

Draco knew. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted his mate. He wanted his mate.

He saw his opportunity and seized it. "I want to be your boyfriend, Harry," Draco blurted out. "I-I want you, Harry. I want you," he whispered, looking down, knowing of the consequences if he was rejected. But he couldn't wait any longer. Harry was his.

Harry was silent, and Draco knew what was coming. He couldn't bear to look up, afraid of what emotion Harry would show. Disgust? Resentment? Regret? One of those, surely.

The silence became too much for Draco to handle, so he looked up at Harry who was grinning down at him.

"H-Harry?" Draco stammered, his heart jumping about wildly.

Harry leaned closer. "Say it again," he growled lowely in Draco's ear, causing him to shiver.

Draco gulped. "I want you," he whispered, closing his eyes.

"Then you'll get me," Harry said into his ear. Draco still hasn't opened his eyes, but felt a pair of firm, soft lips enclose his, kissing him delicately.

Draco kissed back hard. He'd done it. He'd gotten his Harry. He couldn't believe it. Sparks flew and Draco's wings threatened to make an appearance. He hadn't been rejected. He nearly laughed. Harry was kissing him, and Harry was his. He'd gotten his mate.
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Draco awoke, cold and stiff in the same chair he had sat in, sleeping, all night. The morning sun poured in from the window above the table, making his hair shine with a glow.

He and Harry had fallen asleep last night together, and now Harry had gone.

'He must've gone to the lake,' Draco thought. He bolted up right. The lake. The second task. It was today, it was now.

Draco looked around. No one seemed to be here, they must be on their way outside. He pushed the chair back and ran through the library, coming to a stop by the door.

Checking that the corridors were clear, Draco ran, and he ran fast. He sprinted to the front of the school, out the doors and into the grounds.

Hundreds upon dozens of students were walking and chattering, laughing and giggling with each other, all walking towards the dock where the boats lay, ready to take them to the podiums in the centre of the lake.

It angered Draco that none of them cared. None of them cared that his Harry could die today. None of them realised what could happen to him.

Draco ran on a few further paces before his eyes came to land on a boy and a girl walking together along with the other pupils.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Draco sprinted the last few meters and caught up to his friends.

"Draco! Where the hell were you?" Blaise hissed. "You weren't in bed this morning, what do you think you were doing?! You missed breakfast."

"Tell you later," Draco mumbled, waving a hand in Blaise's direction to show it wasn't worth talking about now. In truth, he didn't care about missing breakfast, he wasn't hungry anyway as he was too nervous.

"No, Draco, tell us now. What's going on?" Pansy said, folding her arms, an angry look overtaking her features. "Is this about Potter?"

When Draco didn't reply, realisation crossed both Pansy and Blaise's faces, leaving them looking as angry as ever.

"Draco, all you ever do is think about him now, it's not fair, what about us? You've completely abandoned us for your 'mate.'" Pansy said angrily. The three of them were up at the dock now, climbing into one of the wooden boats.

A few minutes passed and the trio sat in an awkward silence, Pansy and Draco were glaring at each other. Eventually Pansy exploded.

"Draco, I thought you and him were going to be fighting like it's supposed to be! That's what you told us! Honestly Draco, he doesn't mean anything, just because he's your mate doesn't mean you have to be with him or think about him 24/7!"

Oh hell, no. What did she just say? Harry didn't mean anything?!

"Pansy," Draco bit angrily, gritting his teeth. "I dare you to say that again. This is my life, Harry is my mate and if you dare try and get in the way, there will be hell to pay." He raised his eyebrows, challenging her, his nostrils flaring.

They had gotten off the boat now, and were climbing onto the podium. Draco was leading and he angrily stomped up the steps, leading the other two all the way to the top so they would get a good view of the champions.

Draco pushed his way to the front of the crowd, not caring who's feet he stepped on in the process. He was seeing red.

Pansy and Blaise appeared next to him. Draco's eyes were fixed on the podium below him where Cedric and Krum already were, but no sign of Fleur or Harry yet.

"He means nothing," Pansy whispered, barely audible, but Draco heard, clear as crystal.

Draco lunged at her, but Blaise foresaw what was about to happen, and being the friend he is, grabbed Draco from behind.

Pansy backed out of the way, an expression of intense anger, but most of all shock etched upon her face. She hadn't realised her best friend cared this much.

A canon sounded but Draco didn't register it. His eyes were flashing to an intense silver, a proper silver that he hadn't possessed before.

"All you care about is yourself. You don't even care that Harry could die. I don't want to see your face," he hissed at Pansy, before stepping round Blaise so he couldn't see the girl.

"Not to interrupt this petty spat, but your lover is choking, Draco," Blaise said.

"What?!" Draco looked over the edge and gripped the bar hard, his eyes searching below desperately. He had been so stupid, he was arguing with Pansy, when he should've been watching Harry. Wishing him good luck...

All Draco managed to catch was a splash and Harry was gone. The water had taken him, taken him to the depths, and Draco may never see him again.

Draco was scared, that was for sure. His heart was beating fast and he swallowed his saliva numerous times. His insides were jumping around madly.

"He'll be fine, Draco, I promise," Blaise said from next to him, squeezing his shoulder, in hopes of reassuring the poor, frazzled boy.

Draco nodded and calmed down, not for one moment did he take his eyes off the water.

Around fifteen minutes passed when two people emerged from the murky depths. Draco gripped Blaise tightly, his heart skipped a beat.

When he saw it wasn't Harry, he bit his lip and gripped the bar again tightly, taking a deep breath.

"You really care about him, don't you?" Blasie asked quietly, who was watching Draco worriedly. He had never seen the boy care for something so much. It put a new light over him.

Cold eyes, warm heart.

Draco didn't reply, simply nodded and went back to staring at the water.
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"What time is it?" Draco tapped Blaise on the shoulder.

"It's been two minutes since you last asked, but if it helps, they're half way through," Blaise replied.

Draco tapped his fingers impatiently on the bar. A splashing sound below caught his attention and he whipped around, looking for the sound of the noise.

Krum and Hermione were swimming desperately towards the podium, coughing. Draco's heart sank.

He smacked the bar with his fist and let out a yell of frustration. Blaise snapped his head towards him.

"Draco, please, just calm down, I promise you, he'll be fine."

"No! Blaise you don't understand! What if something went wrong? What if he's not okay? What if he.. what if he..." Draco trailed off, thinking the unthinkable and the many things that could've happened to his Harry.

"Draco, no! He won't. I swear, he'll be just fine, he's just taking a while, we still have twenty minutes to go." Blaise desperately tried to calm Draco who looked as if he was on the verge of tears.

Draco straightened up and nodded, trying desperately to console himself. He wouldn't panic. There's never a point in panicking. However his heart was beating faster and faster in his chest.
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The canon sounded. That was it. The hour was up. And still no Harry.

"Blaise..." Draco's voice was an octave higher than usual.

Blaise didn't say anything, instead he bit his lip. Draco let out a cry and gripped the bar so hard, his knuckles went white.

Ron and Fleur's sister had emerged five minutes previous. The fact that Fleur hasn't managed to save her sister due to the task being too much for her, opened up Draco's mind to all the endless possibilities that could've presented themselves to Harry.

Draco was hyperventilating. He swallowed, trying not to throw up. Panic was flooding through him.

"Blaise, I have to go in. I need to find him," Draco said. He was already trying to push through the many people behind him.

"Draco, are you crazy?!" A hand gripped his arm. He turned to see Pansy holding onto him.

Instantly Draco's eyes flashed to the silver hatred and he pulled tugged away his arm.

"I know you don't care about Harry. But I do. He's my mate, and I..I.." Draco stopped talking and broke down. Pansy's angry face quickly turned to a look of concern as she enveloped him in a him in a hug.

Draco gripped her, forgetting all thoughts previous, trying desperately not to let his tears fall. But it was impossible. He knew what had happened. Harry was dead.

A sudden boom made Draco jump and he looked over the bar to the source of the noise.

Harry was huddled on the podium, and people were cheering. Hermione was wrapping a towel around him and hugging him.

Draco didn't have any room to feel jealous at this stage, all he knew was that Harry was alive. His Harry was alive.

Draco let out a cry of happiness and turned to Blaise, still encased in Pansy's arms.

"I told you," Blaise smirked.
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Harry walked back from the dock, shivering, a dozen towels draped over his shoulders.

He was laughing with Ron and Hermione, as they passed through the trees. Hermione was saying about how he only had one task left to go, but he didn't hear the rest of her sentence because a sharp tug on his arm pulled him into the trees and before he knew what was happening, he felt a warm body being pressed against his.

At first, Harry struggled to get out of the stranger's grip, but he instantly relaxed when he heard a calming voice speak to him.

"Hey, shh, shh, it's only me," Draco said, soothingly, holding the boy tighter.

"Draco," Harry gasped. "I'm so sorry I left you this morning, I didn't have any time and I couldn't—"

"Don't apologise," Draco said, pulling back from Harry and looking into his eyes. "It doesn't matter now."

Harry smiled at him gratefully and Draco pulled him back in for a hug. He led Harry deeper into the trees so they would be concealed from the passing students.

"You must be freezing!" Draco exclaimed, once they'd reached a suitable spot. "Harry, the school can't do that to you, it must be against the Ministry's laws to put a fourteen year old boy under water for an hour! It's absurd!" Draco rushed, holding Harry even tighter, though that was not possible.

"Draco, if you squeeze me any more, I might just choke and die that way instead," Harry joked.

"Oh, sorry," Draco laughed, and let go but still held onto the boy. "I was so worried about you, I was practically having a mental breakdown up there."

Harry chuckled. "Don't worry about me, Draco. I always find a way to live."

Draco hesitated before kissing his forehead. He looked down and blushed when he saw Harry's surprised face. This was still kind of new to the both of them.

"You're so cute when you blush," Harry whispered, and Draco blushed harder if that was even possible.

Harry smiled at this before grabbing Draco and kissing him softly, the latter responding.

When they pulled away Draco bit his lip. He wanted to ask Harry something, but he wasn't sure how he would react. But Draco, even though he was aware of the consequences, asked anyway. 'Uh oh,' he thought. 'I think my Gryffindor side is showing.'

"Harry.. um, you see- er, well.. there's a um, Hogsmeade weekend coming up and I um, wondered if, uhh.. you—"

"Yes," Harry said.

"What?" Draco was taken aback.

"Yes, I'll go with you to Hogsmeade," Harry giggled, grinning at Draco's expression. "I am your boyfriend, now, after all."

The taller boy looked shocked, but a grin slowly spread over his face. Boyfriend. What a wonderful word.