*cringes* don't look at me. I can't write for shIT.

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Chapter Thirty-One

"Okay, seriously, where are we going?" Harry asked Draco as he was pulled behind him.

"Somewhere secluded." Draco replied simply.

They were still at Hogsmeade - kind of. Draco was dragging Harry somewhere 'secluded', and Harry didn't even think they were still in the area which was considered Hogsmeade.

"Draco, we only have half an our left," Harry chuckled, "you're going to make us late."

Draco shrugged, "so? We're allowed to come here whenever we want." He pointed out, finally stopping to turn to Harry.

They were now secluded - kind of.
They were on top of a type of cliff, it had a fence around the edge so no one could fall off...  and it had a view of just above Hogsmeade.
It was breathtaking.

"Since when are we allowed to come here whenever we want?" Harry asked, taking his gaze off the view of Hogsmeade to meet Draco's.

"At the beginning of the year, McGonagall announced that all eight years were allowed to go to Hogsmeade whenever they wanted, considering we're adults. As long as we get back before curfew."

Harry raised a brow, "I think you're lying."

"I'm not," Draco defended, "you were probably Zonded out."

Harry shrugged, "we have classes after this, anyway. We can't just skip them."

Draco rolled his eyes, "stop stressing, potty."

"Bu-" Harry's sentence was cut short as a ball of snow hit his face.

His cheek stung slightly from not only the impact, but the coldness caused by the snow.

Harry's mouth dropped opened, "you little..." He mumbled, wiping the snow off his face.

He immediately made his own snow ball, chucking it at Draco; who skillfully dodged it.

"Is that all you got, Scarhead?" Draco teased.

Before Harry could reply, a snow ball made contact with the back of his head.

"Oi! You're using your wand! That's cheating!" Harry laughed as he took out his own wand, quickly whipping up three snowballs with the flick of his wand.

As soon as the three were made, he shot them at Draco - no mercy to be shown - each one landed square on.

Draco gasped, and before they knew it, they were in a full on snow ball war.

Their yelling could probably be heard throughout Hogsmeade - but, then again, they were kind of far away.

After a few minutes of relentlessly throwing snowballs at each other, they each collapsed into the snow next to each other.

"Truce?" Harry breathed.

Draco grabbed a fistful of snow and slammed it into Harry's face, before sighing, "truce." He agreed, smirking.

Harry chuckled and wiped the snow off his face. They each looked up at the sky as flurries began to fall.

And for the first time in a while, they felt content.

Harry lifted himself so he was leaning on his elbow, looking down at Draco - who was still staring up at the grey sky.

"What are you thinking about?"

Draco shifted his gaze to Harry, before sighing.

"I don't know."

"Who else knows?"

Draco flicked snow at him, "don't be a smart ass."

Harry smirked, before leaning down so their foreheads we touching, their mouths just inches apart.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry spoke, so hushed you could barely hear it.

Draco nodded, his eyes switching between each of Harry's.

Harry slowly connected his lips to Draco's soft ones, butterflies erupting throughout his stomach.

Draco's chest fluttered as his eyes slowly closed. This kiss was slow. Passionate. Filled with... love? It was akiss he's never had before. His first. His first real kiss.

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Once they made it back to Hogwarts (which, luckily, they made it back to Hogsmeade in time for them to join the other students), they were told they had a free period - considering they only had one class left of the day.

Harry decided to go with Ron and Hermione so he could tell Ron about him and Draco.
Currently, Ron wouldn't be the death of him, but Harry was sure he was on his way to getting a heart attack with the rate his heart was going at.

Him and Hermione shared looks continuously. Hermione's eyes telling him to just get it over with, and Harry's telling her to wait.

This could go one in three ways;

Ron would freak out - probably be mad at him for a week. Maybe longer. He'd probably feel betrayed for all the shit Draco said about Ron's family.

Ron would be totally accepting, saying the same as Hermione; "as long as you're happy, I'm fine with it."
(Harry was ultimately positive he wouldn't do this one.)

Or, stay silent. Just stare at Harry for a few seconds, then leave. Go to his dorm. And never talk to him again - or maybe in a few weeks.

Harry swallowed as he went over what he was going to say. He can't be too blunt.

They were in the middle of playing wizard chest, Ron beating Harry by a long run because Harry was trying to think what he was going to tell him.

"Harry, mate, are you okay? I'm kicking your ass." Ron said, raising a brow at Harry.

Harry sighed, "actually... no. There's something I need to tell you..."

*I KINDA STOLE RON'S REACTION FROM SOMETHING ON TUMBLR BUT PUT IT IN MY OWN WORDS CREDIT GOES TO THEM OKAY*

"Well? What is it?"

Hermione and Harry exchanged looks, receiving an odd look from Ron in return, "are you two dating behind my back?"

"What!" Harry and Hermione yelled in unison, "Ron,that's ridiculous." Hermione snapped.

"Ron, no, Hermione and I aren't dating." Harry sighed, shaking his head, "listen, I don't know how you're going to take this, but you've been my best friend for eight years. Ron, I'm bi." Harry held his breath.

"Okay..." Ron looked at Harry quizzically, "Were we supposed to think you were straight...?"

"If you don't want to be friends with me that's totally fine - I mean, I don't know why you wouldn't, being bi won't affect our friendship or anything, it's not like I have a crush on you-"

"You don't have a crush on me?" Ron asked, almost sounding hurt.

"Uh-" Harry made eye contact with Ron finally, "-no, um... Draco and I are kind of dating." He said quickly.

"Yeah, okay," Ron brushed it off, "but, like, have you never looked at me? Not even once."

"Ron - wait - no? You're like... a brother to me."

"So? Am I just not attractive? What's Malfoy got that I don't?" Ron stuck out his bottom lip in a sort of pout.

"No - wait - that's not- Hermione!"

Hermione giggled, "Ron, calm down." She ordered, a smile playing on her lips.

Ron smirked slightly, "nah, mate, I'm just playing."

"Okay - but - how are you not freaking out?"

"Well..." this time Ron exchanged a glance with Hermione, "Hermione already told me - kind of. She said you were dating someone, and that I hated them. I already knew you were bi, so I just assumed it was Malfoy.  I was angry at first, but eventually she reasoned with me. She told me if you were happy, that's all that mattered."

Harry let out a breath of relief, glad a friendship of eight years didn't go down the drain because of Draco.

"But, if he does anything to hurt you, I'll hex him until he doesn't even know his first name." Ron threatened.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I'm sure. I should be heading back now, it's almost curfew. Thank you, Ron."

They said their goodnight's as he left.
Harry was happy.
He was content.
For now.