I wake up naked, Harry's head on my chest and my arms wrapped around him. I look at the clock. Crap. It's half eleven! I jump up, shouting Harry's name. I through on some clothes quickly, as Harry's eyes open groggily.
"Love, what are you doing?" he asks sleepily.
"What does it look like! We've missed breakfast, and two classes!"
"It's a Saturday, Draco."
"Oh." Harry smirks.
"Come here, Love." I walk to the bed and he opens his arms. I melt into them. "I love you, Silly," he says, booping my nose.
"I'm not silly," I say grumpily into his chest.
"I think you'll find you are, my love." I smile. I love it when he calls me that.
"Love," he says, after a few minutes. "Our shirts are still in the forest."
"You only have one shirt?" I say, smirking. He nods. "Whose silly now?" He makes a clueless face, and I laugh. I seem to laugh a lot these days. "Come on, let's go find them." We get up and dressed, Harry shirtless, and toss over the invisibility cloak. We walk out of the castle and towards the forest. Half way across the grounds, somebody yells.
"Harry James Potter! Where do you think you've been?" We turn around, and there stands Granger.
"How did you know we were here?" Harry says, taking off the cloak.
"We? Oh, hello, Malfoy," she says smirking. "To answer your previous question, I could hear you. You really aren't that subtle."
"Well, okay, bye then Granger," I say.
"Not so fast! Where have you been?"
"In Draco's room," Harry says quickly. "Bye, Hermione." She smiles, muttering something along the lines of 'oh tee pee', and walks away.
"Does she know?" I ask him.
"She does now. And yes, she knew before."
"Who else knows?"
"Hermione, Neville, Dean and Seamus. But I didn't tell them! I was wearing your tie, and they asked questions. One thing led to another... You're not mad?" I laugh.
"No I'm not mad." I clutch his hand. "Come on, Love."
(Sorry that this chapter's so bad! It's mainly a filler chapter because I'm having a bit of writer's block.)
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