Cheers, Potter.

That would be okay.

Harry's POV

Why was I nervous? I didn't need to be nervous. It was only Malfoy. We'd kissed enough times for him to know how I felt, right? And if he didn't feel the same he wouldn't come. So why be nervous?

I recited those words in my head like a mantra, over and over again and had been for half an hour. It didn't stop me from pacing the width of the astronomy tower or wringing my hand 'til they were sore. Reasonably, I knew he liked me as much as I liked him, but as always, reason was overpowered by instinct in my stupid little brain.

I checked my watch. Still time for me to run away and pretend I hadn't sent the letter. I didn't want to though.

"Why must you insist on constantly breaking curfew?" a voice I was very pleased to hear echoed from the top of the staircase. Before I could answer he said: "I hope you don't mind, I brought Paul,"

For a moment I forgot Paul was a cat and my stomach knotted, but when the fluffy little creature came sauntering over and attacked my leg, I remembered, "hello, you little bastard," I flinched at his playfully painful swipes.

The Malfoy bent to scoop the kitten up in one arm, saving me from his reign of adorable terror and said affectionately (to the kitten): "You merciless creature," and pointed him away from me as he placed him on the ground. Finally he turned to me and made an exaggerated stride in my direction, "Hello, you."

"Hi," I couldn't keep a childish grin from creeping onto my face when he kissed me on the nose.

"So what is all this about then?" he asked, walking over to the railing then turning to face me again. It worried me a little bit, since he was so tall, his centre of gravity was higher than the bar was and for some reason he felt the need to lean back and look up to the stars.

It took me a minute to catch my train of thought, "I just wanted to see you," I wandered over to him and sat with my legs over the ledge, pulling him down with me.

"That's terribly clingy of you," he snarked back, "it's a good thing I wanted to see you too."

Something in my stomach caught at that and I got goose bumps, you absolute fool, I despaired.

"How was your day?" He asked me.

"Exceptionally unproductive," I said and recounted the days lack of adventure - which is very much a good sort of day with a history like mine. "What about yours?"

"It was..." he paused for thought, "pretty much perfect,"

"Rude." I joked, "I wasn't there,"

"I did say 'pretty much'," he poked me in the ribs and laughed.

"Now who's clingy?"

"Shut up," he said without malice.

"So what did you do that was so perfect?" I wanted to know.

He was already smiling at the memory of it, which got me excited to hear more. I knew the wonders of the muggle world, but having grown up in it, I found them much less exciting, so to see it through his eyes would be quite something.

"We apparated all over Scotland," he began, "it's such a beautiful country that I've only ever seen a fraction of so we just explored." He went on to describe every part of his day. It was strange that I didn't get bored, he was talking about things I'd done a thousand times before but I just wanted to keep hearing it from him. He told me about how he and Luna had gone to the Aquarium, and she's asked if she could take one of the squid home so the one in the Black Lake could have a friend (apparently the answer was no), he told me about his first time on a motorised boat - he and Luna had attempted to find the Loch Ness Monster, convinced it was a magical creature - and he decided he liked that much better than travelling in my car. He barely paused to breathe between each story and it made me happy to see him so happy.