Bones

so we can make out

Passion. Pure passion. The red and green from the two boys' robes meshed together, seemingly symbolising their lips. The two boys separated, catching their breath.

"Harry," Draco puffed, "what in Merlin's name was that?!".

"Well, I like you, Draco. Also, you are not fat! You are a fucking handsome man, and you are still skinny! Trust me!" Harry replied. He had somehow already caught his breath enough to shout.

"I...I guess I kinda like you too," Draco mumbled, ignoring the lies that he believed Harry was spewing.

"Seriously?!" Harry exclaimed, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

"Calm down, Potter. I thought it was obvious, although you're not exactly quick on the uptake," Draco smirked coyly.

"Hey Draco, we've got a Hogsmeade weekend tomorrow. Do you want to go out, maybe?" Harry asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"I guess that would be enjoyable, yes," Draco said coolly, yet inside, his heart was beating fast, and his stomach was about to explode due to a large number of butterflies in it.

"Thank you, Draco. It's nearly curfew, so we should probably go back to our dorms," Harry said with a slight frown

"I suppose we should,". Draco sighed.

The door appeared, and the two walked out and stood there awkwardly. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Harry said, his voice high-pitched. Draco pressed Harry against the wall and kissed him lustily.

"See you, Potter,". With that, Draco ran down the steps.

Harry walked to his common room in a blur until Hermione pounced on him, begging for details as Ron reluctantly agreed.

"Well...we made out, and he likes me too, and we're going out tomorrow," Harry said quickly. Hermione squealed breathlessly, and Ron smiled to cover up the fact that he was majorly uncomfortable. "Hermione, what's gotten into you?" Harry exclaimed, "You're never this...this...excited about something like this?".

"Well, Harry. I've known that you've liked Draco for a long time, so it's nice to see you finally doing something about it," Hermione said plainly.

"But..I only started liking him...maybe fifth year?" Harry inquired confusedly.

"Well, you're not exactly quick on the uptake," Hermione stated pointedly.

"Yeah, Draco said the same thing," Harry chuckled.

"Um...you're not going..with us, are you?" Ron asked awkwardly.

"Ron!" Hermione yelled angrily.

"It's fine, Hermione! No, we're not," Harry assured.

"Harry, you're not going to Hogsmeade, are you?" Hermione cocked her eyebrows.

"We are. Why?" Harry replied.

"Well, are you sure a public date is good for the two of you? I mean, with Draco's father and your publicity. All the attention you'll get from all the other students might not be very...well...ideal," Hermione confessed.

"I hadn't thought of that. What should I do?! I don't want to ruin it just as it's begun!" Harry worried, clutching the sides of his hair.

"Calm down, Harry, maybe you could go to the Forbidden Forest? Have a picnic or something?" Hermione suggested, rubbing Harry's back in support.

"Yeah, yeah! God, Hermione, what would I do without you?" Harry piped, enveloping Hermione in a hug.

"Oi, Harry, that's my girlfriend," Ron winked, getting a playful push from Hermione, who, although she tried, could not hide the blush spreading over her face.