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To Love Again	By : harrystrulove Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters or places in this chapter, and I do not own the song "When I'm With You" by Sheriff.

Harry cheerfully bounded down the stairs from the boys' dormitories, and into the Gryffindor Common Room, where Ron and Hermione waited for him. He couldn't stop thinking about Draco, or that amazing kiss they shared the previous night. It all seemed like a dream. Harry still couldn't believe that he, himself, had initiated the kiss...his first kiss with another man.

"Good morning," he cheerfully chirped to his two friends. "Lovely day, isn't it?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged befuddled looks with each other as Harry practically skipped past them to the portrait hole. Why the hell was their formerly depressed friend suddenly acting so...loopy?

Nothing and nobody could've ruined Harry's good mood as he proceeded through the rest of his day--not even Snape. All that mattered was the fact that his feelings for Draco were requited, and although he wasn't yet sure of where their relationship was going, he couldn't wait to see his Slytherin again later that week.

Little did Harry know that he was about to encounter the Slytherin as he walked through a deserted corridor during his free period. When he looked up to see who was coming toward him, there Draco was, the golden boy of his dreams. His heart skipped a pleasantly surprised beat at the sight of Draco's handsome face. He and Draco both slowed to a stop and stood shyly, awkwardly, in the empty hallway, neither knowing what to do or say.

Harry decided to make the first move. "Uh...hi, Draco," he flushed and looked down, shuffling his feet.

"You all right, Harry?" Draco's concerned eyes were locked on the Gryffindor. Harry wasn't shy at all the other night; why was he being so bashful now?

Harry looked up at Draco, his adorable smile timid. "Yes, I'm all right...more than all right, actually. And you?"

The Slytherin took a step closer to Harry. "I'm perfect. Everything is perfect."

Oh Merlin, Draco was so close that Harry was once again becoming intoxicated by that heavenly scent of his. He looked into those beautiful grey eyes and felt all funny inside--in a good way. Trying to think straight, his heart accelerated as he took a chance and said exactly what was on his mind. "I've been thinking about that kiss. Well, I, um...I enjoyed it. A lot. Did you?"

Without saying a word, Draco cupped Harry's flawless face in his hands, leaned in and gave the Gryffindor a kiss that could've welded his glasses to his head. Then the Slytherin pulled back to catch his breath and look into those gorgeous jade orbs. "Does that answer your question, Harry?"

Harry was silent and breathless for a moment, then cleared his throat and grinned broadly. "Good answer."
"What are we going to do about this?," Draco asked, using his hands to gesture to himself and Harry's relationship.

"Uh, that's what I wanted to ask you." Harry ran a hand through his hair and looked down for a moment, then back up at Draco. He waited briefly in hopes that Draco would answer his own question, but those silver eyes just looked at him expectantly. The Gryffindor took a deep breath and continued. "Look, Draco, I'm not good with words, but I do know that that kiss felt...right. I don't know how else to explain it. A-and I want more."

Hearing those words made Draco's heart buoyant with elation. He reached up and placed Harry's chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you really think people would accept this, Harry? I, for one, think we'd both be seen as completely mental."

"Which is why we should probably remain a secret, just like we've already been doing," Harry added.

"Can we see each other more often, at least?"

"I would love that." Harry smiled up at Draco, then his smile slowly faded into uncertainty. "...but how will we see more of each other without anybody getting suspicious?"

The Slytherin had an idea. "Maybe at night...with your Invisibility Cloak? No one would even know we're gone."
Harry nodded contemplatively. "Yes, we could possibly do that. Or maybe we could just keep meeting in the Room of Requirement. I just don't want the others to get suspicious."

Draco inclined his head, acknowledging Harry's concern. Then a grin crossed his face. "Right. What do you say about tomorrow night, usual time?"
"All right, tomorrow it is."

Draco couldn't help smiling to himself as he and Harry parted ways. He couldn't wait to replace their training sessions with snog sessions, to hold the ebony-haired hunk in his arms again--and for a longer period of time. He felt major butterflies in his stomach at the thought of what Harry's warm, soft lips felt like against his.
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That next evening, Harry entered the Room of Requirement not knowing exactly what to expect. He looked around at the empty room, assuming that Draco hadn't shown up yet. Then he let out a brief, startled yelp when Draco came up behind him, grabbed Harry by his tie and pulled him in for a smoldering 'hello' kiss.

When Draco broke off the kiss, Harry caught his breath and panted, "Let's continue this on the couch."

They spent the next two hours in a very sweet yet sexy make-out session, in which both young men experimentally kissed and caressed each other, fully clothed. During this fun, exploratory snog-fest, Draco found a certain spot on Harry's neck that drove the Gryffindor wild when kissed and licked. In turn, Harry learned that Draco rather enjoyed cuddling and French kissing, and that the Slytherin made these cute little moaning sounds when his ear was nibbled.

Both boys agreed that it was way too soon to go any further, so they lay together on the couch in their disheveled uniforms, holding each other. Upon seeing what time it was, Harry was torn between staying out past curfew and heading back to the common room. In between kisses, Harry said, "Um...we should...get going...It's...almost...nine o'clock." Reluctantly, the Gryffindor sat up and started straightening his clothes again.

Draco still lay sprawled across the couch, not wanting to get up and leave. He gazed upon his new boyfriend and wished they could just stay there forever. Together. Alone. He frowned up at the clock, then smirked at Harry with a twinkle in his eye. "It's not that late, love," he replied as he beckoned Harry. "Can I hold you just a little longer?"

A smile spread across Harry's beautiful face, and he willingly returned to Draco's arms.

As Harry wrapped his arms around Draco once again and rested his head in the crook of the Slytherin's neck, Draco smiled to himself and sighed with sheer bliss. His arms tightened protectively around Harry's shoulders as he buried his face in the messy raven tresses and inhaled the Gryffindor's scent. He felt happier and more peaceful right here with Harry than he'd ever felt in his entire life. Draco had experienced a lot of new feelings since falling for the Gryffindor, feelings that were hard to put into words.

I never needed love
Like I need you
And I never lived for nobody
But I live for you
Ooh babe
Lost in love is what I feel
When I'm with you

Harry lifted his head and smiled very softly, love and light shining in those bright malachite eyes as he tenderly caressed Draco's smooth, pale cheek with his hand. The sensation of Harry's calloused fingertips gently grazing his skin gave the Slytherin goose bumps and made an inexplicable warmth spread through him like sunlight, filling every fiber of his being with hope and reassurance.

Maybe it's the way you touch me
With the warmth of the sun
Maybe it's the way you smile
I come all undone
Ooh babe
Lost in love is what I feel
When I'm with you

Right then, the clock struck nine, startling the happy couple out of their comfy little cocoon and brought them back to reality. They quickly jumped off the couch, straightening their clothes and hair before exiting their meeting place. Just as Draco started to reach for the door handle, Harry gently grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Uh, Draco, why don't we share my Invisibility cloak and...er, walk together? Uh, I could walk you to the Slytherin common room, then go back to mine." After Draco eagerly agreed to Harry's suggestion, Harry threw the cloak over himself and his boyfriend.

They walked as quietly as they could through the corridors, not wanting to get caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris. As Draco strolled side by side with Harry, he felt that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach again. He glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye, but all he could make out was the vague outline of the Gryffindor's profile. He craved physical contact of some sort, longed to touch Harry...so without speaking, Draco reached down and grabbed the Gryffindor's hand, lacing his fingers with those of his beloved.

The Slytherin caught a glimpse of a smile on Harry's handsome face as they passed under a dimly lit torch. Harry gave Draco's hand a squeeze, covering the Slytherin in goose bumps. In the silence of the hallway, the world seemed to stand still around them. It was such a simple gesture, holding hands...but it meant everything to Draco.

Baby ooh I get chills when I'm with you oh
O baby my world stands still when I'm with you
When I'm with you

"Well, this is it," Draco whispered as they stopped near the entrance of the Slytherin Common Room. Careful to remain completely covered by the cloak, he slowly turned to face Harry and took both the Gryffindor's hands in his. As the soft torch light penetrated the thin silver cloth and flickered upon Harry's chiseled features, the Slytherin saw how the Gryffindor's face seemed to radiate such warmth and tenderness, like nothing Draco had ever seen or felt before. Those butterflies in his stomach once again, he leaned in and gave Harry a sweet good-bye kiss.

"I, um, had a great time," Harry blushed as Draco caressed his cheek with one soft, pale hand.

"So did I," Draco replied, allowing his lips to brush up against Harry's as he spoke. "Can I see you again tomorrow?"

"You know, of course, that the answer is yes."

Draco grinned playfully at the Gryffindor's response. "And you know I won't take no for a answer." After one final good-bye kiss, the Slytherin emerged from under the cloak and snuck into his living quarters with a full and buoyant heart.
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"You're looking flushed, mate. Are you feeling all right?" Ron sounded a bit like Mrs. Weasley as he took a good look at Harry, who claimed to have been in the library that evening.

Not wanting to be fussed over or make his friend suspicious, Harry grumbled, "I'm fine" as he pulled some PJs out of his wardrobe. Why the hell did Ron have to be awake tonight? Normally Ron had the capacity to sleep through literally anything. But tonight, the red-haired boy was wide awake and seemed determined to get his best mate talking.

"Ron, look. I don't mean to be rude, but I'm really tired and I don't fancy a chat right now."

"Sorry, Harry." Ron returned to his bed with his tail between his legs and his head down.

The next day at breakfast, Harry received another letter, which had no markings on the envelope. Quickly snatching it up before anybody could see it, he held it under the table and discreetly opened it. Luckily, the loud talking and clatter of silverware drowned out the sound of the envelope tearing. His stomach felt all funny inside, a flush creeping up into his cheeks as he read the note:

Harry,
Thanks again for an unforgettable night. I can't wait to feel you in my arms again.

DM

After checking to make sure nobody was watching him, Harry turned and glanced over his shoulder at Draco, who smirked seductively and raised an eyebrow at him. Trying to disguise his giddiness, the Gryffindor turned back around and busied himself with eating his porridge.

"You're looking quite chipper today," Hermione commented while Ron devoured the heap of pancakes on his plate, oblivious to everything but his food.

Harry froze for a brief moment. "What?"

Hermione chuckled, "You're smiling, Harry! It's so good to see you smiling again."

The Gryffindor hadn't realized he was smiling, but was relieved that his bushy-haired friend hadn't figured out why he was so happy. If she knew the real reason behind his change of disposition, she'd have a fit!

Later that afternoon, Harry went to the boys' lavatory to reread the note in private. He smiled, his cheeks burning a lovely crimson that matched his Gryffindor robes, and put the note back in his pocket before leaving his stall. His heart accelerated as he remembered the way Draco held him so tight, making him feel loved and protected. As The Chosen One, Harry wasn't accustomed to feeling safe, but he could most definitely get used to that wonderful feeling. He looked at his mirror reflection, and the boy staring back at him smiled. His pink lips were still slightly swollen--fashioned from Draco's sweet kisses--and there was a light in his piercing green orbs that hadn't been there in a long time. He thought again about the sexy blond Slytherin, and his heart fluttered. Who would've guessed that Draco could be so good for him...or so good to him?

After dinner that evening, Harry snuck out of the Great Hall alone and hurried to the seventh floor for his tryst with Draco. He knew that his boyfriend would be there, and he wanted to have as much time with the Slytherin as possible. Before entering, he put on his Invisibility Cloak. Draco had his back to the door and was totally unaware of the Gryffindor's entrance as he stood before a mirror and practiced proclaiming his feelings to Harry.

"Uh, Harry," Draco rehearsed, "I, um, think you're really great and...ugh, that sounds stupid!" He covered his eyes with his hand and shook his head as he groaned.

Still wearing the Invisibility Cloak, Harry walked up behind Draco and whispered in his ear, "I think you're really great, too, Draco."

The blond jumped and turned around as Harry removed the Invisibility Cloak, a devious grin on the Gryffindor's face. Draco was embarrassed that Harry had overheard him, but couldn't help smiling at the sight of his beloved. "Exactly how long have you been standing there listening to me?"

Harry laughed, "Oh, I came in somewhere between 'Your kisses are exquisite agony' and 'I'm the luckiest man in the world.'"

Draco wrapped his arms around the dark-haired boy's waist and buried his face in Harry's neck. "Well, it's true, you know."

The Gryffindor chuckled softly as Draco gently nibbled his ear. "I beg to differ."

Harry smiled and took Draco's hand, leading the Slytherin to the soft, plush couch and pulling him down onto the cushions. Draco was certain that Harry could hear his heartbeat as those soft, pink lips pressed up against his with hunger and urgency. The blond boy's hands ran up and down the Gryffindor's uniform-clad back, his tongue exploring those luscious lips and seeking entry into Harry's mouth. To Draco's delight, Harry eagerly granted him entrance and moaned with longing as the Slytherin's tongue playfully slow danced with his.

Of course Draco felt a strong desire for Harry--wanted to make love to him and explore him with all five senses--but the Slytherin's emotions went so much deeper than just lust. With every kiss, every touch, every meaningful glance...Draco felt himself falling more and more in love with Harry. He wanted to show the Gryffindor how he felt inside, and share everything with him.

I never cared for nobody
Like I care for you
And I never wanted to share the things
I want to share to with you
Ooh babe
Lost in love is what I feel
When I'm with you

Draco paused, taking a moment to look into the dazzling green eyes that gazed up at him with unconditional love and trust. He didn't deserve Harry, not after everything he'd done in the past. And yet here was his former enemy laying in his arms, gazing upon him as if he were the most wonderful man in existence. The Slytherin carefully traced the bridge of Harry's nose with his index finger, sorrow and guilt plaguing him as he recalled smashing that perfect nose at the start of sixth year.

Harry took Draco's hand in his and kissed it. "Is anything wrong, love?"

"Just thinking," Draco replied thoughtfully as he stroked Harry's soft, messy hair.

"About what?"

Draco pulled Harry closer, and the Gryffindor laid his head on the blond's broad shoulder. With a shaky voice, Draco whispered, "I know I was terrible to you before...I never apologized--"

Harry hushed Draco with a soft, lingering kiss, then gazed earnestly into those glistening silver eyes. "All is forgotten, love. All is forgotten."
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Harry continued to meet with Draco in the Room of Requirement every night and before he knew it, it was Saturday again. This meant spending the whole bloody day in the common room with Hermione and Ron, studying for the N.E.W.T.s. This was not Harry's idea of fun.

As Hermione read aloud from the History of Magic text, Harry turned to gaze out the window at the cloud-studded azure sky, and sighed. Today would be a perfect day to sneak out to the lake with Draco and his Invisibility Cloak, but no, Hermione wouldn't let him out of her sight until she was positive that he had memorized every friggin' page of every textbook. He loved Hermione like a sister and admired her ambition, but sometimes he wondered how Ron could put up with her...

"Oh not again," Hermione's voice groaned, bringing Harry out of his reverie.

Harry gazed back innocently at his friends. Ron eyed him with concern, but Hermione looked irritated. It seemed like lately they were constantly looking at him like this. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, then frowned at Harry.

"What?" Harry asked, trying to hide his annoyance.
Hermione's brow furrowed as she hesitantly asked, "Harry...Ron and I have been talking, and we're worried."

"Why?" Harry rolled his eyes, not wanting to be interrogated.

Hermione continued in her know-it-all tone of voice. "Well, for starters, you've been mysteriously disappearing every night for the past week or two, and you won't tell us anything. We're your best friends, Harry. What are you doing that you can't share with us?"

Oh, shit. Harry paused, trying to come up with a believable alibi. After a brief moment, he feebly replied, "Uh, I've been in the library."

His two friends gave him looks of disbelief.

Hermione's arms were now crossed over her chest as her suspicious eyes bore into him. "Come on, Harry, don't give me that. I practically live at the library, and not once have I ever seen you there."

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, I, um...I used a Disillusionment Spell so that nobody would bother me."

Hermione narrowed her eyes as if to say Yeah, right. "It's not just the mysterious disappearances, it's your behavior over the past several months. You've been acting rather peculiar."

"Yeah, Harry," Ron blurted out in an accusatory tone. "Like at the last Quidditch match, when you saved Malfoy! I've been waiting for six years for him to fall off his broom! Why the hell did you save him?"

"What Ron is trying to say is that you've been...different lately, and if there's anything we can help you with, you need to talk to us."

"No. Thanks, but I'm fine. Really." Harry frowned at his friends, agitated.

Hermione placed a gentle hand on Harry's arm, a sympathetic look in her eyes. "I know you're still upset about Ginny--"

"Look! I'm fine, okay?" With that, Harry got up and stormed across the room to the stairs leading to the boys' dormitories, leaving Ron and Hermione gaping after him.

After Harry was gone from their view, Ron scowled at his girlfriend. "Way to go, Hermione."

Harry angrily clomped up the stairs, nearly trampling a first year on the way to his dormitory. He tried to be understanding towards his two childhood friends, but sometimes their incessant questions and concerned stares became a little bothersome.

When he got to the door of his bedchamber, he slammed it behind him, threw himself onto his bed and fished Draco's treasured book of folk tales out of his bedside table. Laying on his back, a smile played upon Harry's lips as he tenderly stroked the rough leather cover. He felt a sense of deja vu as he watched the firelight flicker upon the book's well-worn surface...wait a minute, firelight? Harry looked up, puzzled. Why was there a fire in the fireplace on a pleasant Spring afternoon such as this one? He decided, after a moment of pondering, that Dobby must've forgotten to squelch the fire that morning. He opened the book and began to read when he thought he heard Draco's voice saying his name.

"Harry? Harry, over here!"

The Gryffindor looked up and raised his eyebrows at the sight of Draco's charming face peering out at him from the flames. Laying his book down, Harry jumped off the bed and hurried to the fireplace with a smile.

"Draco, what are you doing? You might get caught!"

"No, I won't. My roommates have gone outside to enjoy the weather. They won't be back until evening." The Slytherin gave Harry a devil-may-care smirk. It always made Harry weak in the knees when Draco looked at him like that. The blond continued in a slightly hushed voice, "Can I see you again?"

"Of course, Draco! Are we not meeting again tonight?"

"I want to see you now," the handsome blond grinned deviously. "Meet me in the Room of Requirement in ten minutes."

Harry laughed and shook his head with disbelief. "Now? But somebody will see me--"
"--not if you wear your Invisibility Cloak," Draco countered with a wink.

After inviting Harry to meet with him, Draco quickly checked his reflection in the full length mirror, then rushed out of the Slytherin common room. On his way to the seventh floor, the Slytherin had the strange feeling that he was being watched. After looking around and determining that nobody was around to see him, he entered the Room of Requirement.

The madman was once again hidden under his Invisibility Cloak as he vindictively watched a very cheerful Draco open the Room of Requirement door and go inside. His lurching body automatically leaned forward as if trying to listen to the goings on inside the room. His heavy breathing, and a slight wheeze in his throat, would give him away to anyone who was listening carefully. His calloused hand reached down instinctively to a leather sack at his hip; carried with him at all times was a knife, a six inch stainless steel blade with a leather handle, ready to cut Draco from limb to limb if need be. At the thought, his thin mouth formed a twisted smile, and his grey, clouded eyes narrowed. He'd been stalking Draco for months now, memorizing the boy's schedule and planning his attack. He noticed that the filthy little ingrate made a habit of visiting the Room of Requirement on a regular basis. This made him wonder--why would the blood traitor keep returning to this particular room? What was in there? What could Draco possibly be doing in there for hours at a time?

"Oh, bloody hell," Draco moaned as Harry's tongue traced circles on his ear and the side of his neck, the Gryffindor's warm hands gently skimming the surface of his washboard abs under his shirt. The ebony-haired beauty had Draco pinned to the couch, flat on his back. Their snog sessions were becoming increasingly steamy, but the two boys still agreed that it was too soon to go beyond second base. However, that didn't stop Draco from wanting to go further! His trousers felt like they shrunk three sizes, and he knew he'd need a cold shower when he returned to his dormitory.
Harry's hands grazed the waistband of Draco's slacks as he tasted the Slytherin's addictive mouth, then he forced himself to withdraw his hands from under the blond's shirt, for fear of what he might do if they lingered there, so dangerously close to the blond's hardness. The Gryffindor could feel Draco's hardness against his thigh, one that mirrored his own, as he straddled the Slytherin and planted another passionate kiss on those luscious lips.

Draco pulled Harry down into a warm embrace and playfully murmured, "That's enough for now, you little minx." Harry grinned and chuckled, apparently pleased with himself for having such a powerful effect on the Slytherin.

"What's the matter, Draco?," Harry teased as he traced the contour of Draco's ear with his lips, sending shivers of delight down the Slytherin's spine. "I thought you liked to play."

"Oh, I do. But I'm afraid if we snog for much longer, we just might end up breaking our agreement." When Draco said this, Harry pouted adorably.

"Okay, fine, we'll stop." Harry snuggled up to the handsome blond and nestled his head in the crook of Draco's neck. He purred contentedly as the Slytherin's hands stroked his fully clothed back.

Draco smiled to himself; Harry was so responsive to his touch. The Slytherin loved their snog-a-thons, but he also relished the sweet simplicity of their cuddle time afterwards. It was the best feeling in the world, holding Harry in his arms, feeling the Gryffindor's chest slowly rise and fall in unison with his. He wished he could bottle moments like this and cherish them forever--but alas, no spell or potion could ever make him feel the way he did when he was with Harry.

Hours later, the two boys were startled awake by a resonating "bong" as the clock struck nine. Harry stood up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and put his glasses back on. Then he turned to see a very sleepy Draco stretch and slowly sit up on the couch cushions. The Slytherin's blond hair was sticking up in the back from sleeping on it, which Harry thought was very cute. So that's the way Draco looks in the morning, the Gryffindor mused as he admired the sexily disheveled blond. Okay, so it wasn't morning, but they had apparently fallen asleep after their snog session that afternoon.

Draco grinned when he saw the playful look on Harry's handsome face. "I wasn't expecting that we'd fall asleep after our little snog-fest."

"Well, Draco," the Gryffindor laughed as he straightened his clothes, "Now you can honestly say that you slept with 'The Chosen One'."

"And that wouldn't be suspicious in the least, would it, darling? Me sleeping beside another man?" Draco asked with a coy smile.

"Nope. Not at all. Hey -- what other man?" Harry asked, looking around the room and pretending to glare at Draco with unspoken accusations.

"The gorgeous one in front of me," Draco said with feigned innocence.

"I know. I try," Harry said with an overly pompous air.

Lucky for Harry, tonight all the Gryffindors were asleep, including Ron. He was certain that Ron and Hermione would interrogate him in the morning, but right now he was too happy and too relieved to worry about that. He changed and slid under his covers as quietly as he could, noticing for the first time how empty his bed felt. He lay his head upon his pillow and wished the pillow was Draco's broad shoulder. In the Gryffindor's opinion, sleeping in Draco's arms was the only way to sleep.

That next morning, Harry woke up a few minutes before his roommates and stumbled into the boys' shower room. After showering, he stood in front of a mirror, trying to run a comb through his hair when his eyes widened with terror. Right on the side of his neck was a giant hickey. Panicking and frantically examining the love bite, Harry wracked his brain trying to think of a way to cover it up. He didn't know any good spells for this sort of thing, and he sure as hell wasn't going to the hospital wing to have Madam Pomfrey look at it!

Harry ran back to his bedchamber with his hand covering the side of his neck, drawing curious glances from a small group of boys passing him in the hall. He feverishly went through his wardrobe in search of a turtleneck sweater, but then remembered that he didn't own a turtleneck--and even if he did, the damn thing still wouldn't be able to cover his hickey completely.
As he was going through his shirts and trying to find a solution to his dilemma, Ron stepped inside the doorway. "Ready, Harry?"

Careful to keep the hickey out of Ron's view, Harry glanced over his shoulder. "Uh, you and Hermione can go on without me. I'll be at breakfast as soon as I, um, find something to wear."

Harry could've sworn Ron muttered something about "best mate" and "loon" before closing the door behind him.

After much experimentation, Harry found that he could only hide the mother of all hickeys by wearing the collar of his shirt turned up. He looked a bit silly, like he was trying too hard to be cool, but at this point he didn't care. So Harry rushed to the common room, took his seat next to Hermione, and started filling his plate with eggs and sausages. Everything was fine until he noticed Ron gawking at his neck from across the table, his eyes almost as big as Harry's hickey.

"What?," Harry snapped at his red-haired friend.

Ron leaned forward a bit, trying to get a better look at the side of Harry's neck. "What's that...that thing on your neck? Is that what I think it is?"

Harry glared at Ron and sarcastically retorted, "Would you mind saying that a little louder, Ron? I don't think they heard you in Japan."

Hermione, who was sitting on the side where the hickey was, pulled down the collar of Harry's shirt just enough to get a good look. Harry pushed her hand away and resumed eating, almost choking on his scrambled eggs when she said, "A love bite, Harry? That explains why you've been disappearing every night, and what you were doing yesterday."

Ron couldn't seem to pry his eyes off of Harry's neck. "Blimey, that's one hell of a love bite! That's even bigger than the one Hermione gave me on my-OUCH!" He leaned forward to rub his leg after Hermione kicked it under the table.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione put a hand on his shoulder. "If you have a girlfriend, why didn't you just tell us?"

Ron paused, holding his fork in midair, and looked at Harry puzzled. "You have a girlfriend, Harry?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have time for one. And besides, how could I start dating someone less than a year after Ginny..."

His voice trailed off. Oh, no!, Harry thought to himself as realization dawned on him. What the hell was I thinking, falling for someone so soon after Ginny's death? How could I do that to her?

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