HP:DracoxHarry:Before Class

Before Class

"I think this has to be my least favourite class," Harry sighed. He, Ron and Hermione were on their way to potions class.

"It might have something to do with Snape," Ron said.

"It has everything to do with Snape," Harry said. "I don't-"

Harry was cut off by someone running into him, knocking him to the ground.

"Watch it, Potter," came the familiar drawl of one Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron spat.

"Definitely not you, Weasel," Draco turned to Harry. "I need to talk to you."

"No way," Hermione said, looking at Harry.

"It's okay," Harry said, standing. "You two go to class."

"You sure, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I can handle it."

Hermione looked worried, but followed Ron into the classroom.

"How may I help you, Malfoy?" Harry asked, brushing down his robes.

Draco leant against the wall, arms folded across his chest, and waited until the other students had left the corridor.

When he and Harry were alone, Draco walked towards the dark haired boy and pushed him until he was against the opposite wall.

"Do you really need to ask?" Draco smiled playfully. He slowly leaned down to kiss Harry's neck, the Gryffindor tilting his head to allow the Slytherin better access.

"I guess not," Harry grinned, putting his arms around the blond's waist.

Draco lifted his head to look at the dark haired boy. "So you haven't told them about us yet?"

Harry looked down. "No. I...I haven't found the right time yet."

"Are you ashamed of me, Harry?" The tone wasn't exactly sincere, but not quite joking either.

The Gryffindor raised his head so that green eyes met grey. "Of course not," The two boys lips met. "I just don't think they'll take it well."

Draco stepped back from Harry. "Of course they're not going to take it well. Their best friend, Harry - Gryffindor's Hero - Potter is shagging his once arch enemy who also happens to be a Slytherin!"

Harry sighed. "I know, and that's why it's hard."

The blond stepped closer to his boyfriend and put a hand on his cheek. "It's okay, Harry. None of my friends know either."

"That's different though. Your father would kill you."

Draco closed the gap between the two boys. "That's the understatement of the year," he laughed.

Harry put his arms around Draco's neck. "We'd better get to class, someone will have missed us by now."

The blond sighed. "I guess so. Just one thing before we go," he smiled.

"Anything," Harry said, returning the smile.

Draco put his hands on the back of Harry's head and pulled the dark haired boy closer to rub noses.

Harry giggled, and the two boys kissed.

"Someone really will have noticed by now," Harry said, stroking Draco's hair.

"Probably. Maybe the Weasel will come looking and find me with you pinned against the wall. What a shock that would be."

Harry saw the grin on Draco's face. "That's not funny, Draco."

"I think it's hilarious."

"You would," Harry smiled, kissed his boyfriend once more, then the two boys separated and headed to class.