Not Now I love You.

Nothing can stop us,

Not now I love you,

They're not gonna get us,

Not gonna get us.

~ Not Gonna Get Us, t.A.T.u

'Look at this,' I say in disgust.

'What now?' you say as you stretch out on the sofa. For a second all I can see is you lying there looking so gorgeous... Then I remember the article.

'There's another article about us!' I unfold the newspaper and begin to read. "'Harry Potter has been spotted yet again with the mysterious blond boy. The two have been seen no less than seven times together in the past two weeks, but neither of them has been seen any where with a girl. Perhaps they're just good friends, but one eye witness claims to have seen them holding hands and kissing." Honestly, doesn't the Daily Prophet have anything better to report on?' I snap. You just smirk.

'What?' I say.

'You sounded like Hermione then,' you snigger.

'I'm taking that as a complement,' I say airily.

'Well, you would. Pass me the paper.'

'Why?'

'So I can look for a job, dumbass. Our money won't last forever, you know.'

'I have a job!'

'Harry, you work Saturday's at McDonalds. Once our money runs out, what you get paid isn't going to keep us alive for long.'

'Little ray of sunshine, you,' I mutter, sinking down in the armchair. You lower your eyelashes and gaze at me, doing your best impression of a blue-eyed puppy that's just been told off.

'Stop it, Draco...' I grin. You whimper, and I try to look away, to not give in- again. But it doesn't work. I just find myself going to you and hugging you. And as ever, everything just seems to make sense. I tuck my legs up on the sofa and our bodies slot together. You sigh and rest your head on my shoulder, then gently kiss my neck. Before I can move, you start dropping little kisses all the way up my neck and along my jaw, landing finally on my lips.

'How am I supposed to stay mad at you?' I breathe.

'Don't,' you answer, kissing me again. I put my arms around you as you shift your weight so that you're on top of me.

Things are getting steamier when we are rudely interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

'Leave it,' you mumble.

'Nah, I better see who it is,' I say, begrudgingly sliding off the sofa and going to the door.

'Harry, I'm glad you're in,' Ron says, pushing past me into the hall.

'Hello to you too, Ron,' I mutter a little too sharply.

'I've just seen Hermione. She's upset. Really upset.' Ron snaps. I wonder why he's so angry, I soon get my answer.

'She's upset about you. You and him,' Ron adds, seeing you leaning on the living room doorframe.

'Why?' I'm baffled. Hermione knew about us, why does she choose now to get upset? Is it the articles? I don't know.

But Ron does, obviously, and he tells me. I swear, it's like he can read my mind.

'She claims you never actually told her that you were dating a boy, let alone Malfoy. She always thought your mystery blonde was a girl. She was jealous enough then, but this is one step too far.' Ron's glaring at you, but inexplicably you're grinning like a cat who's got the cream. My anger flares - Hermione and Ron are my best friends, and as much as I love you, I can't side with you on this.

'Draco, could we have a moment alone?' I say curtly. You stand away from the door frame, walk over to me and slide your hands around my waist. You're obviously trying to block Ron out.

'I'll go and make us some coffee,' you murmur, even though none of us drink coffee. Then you kiss me on the lips, making my blush under Ron's cold stare.

Once you've left the hall and closed the kitchen door, Ron and me go into the lounge. I quickly shove your belt between the cushions - I had removed it seconds before Ron rang the doorbell.

'So, why didn't you tell Hermione about you and that slimeball?' Ron growls.

'I'm sure I told her about Draco. We have been seeing each other since fifth year, I don't know how I could have kept it a secret that long - I mean, come on Ron, four years is a long time to keep something secret from anyone.' I don't know why I'm trying to justify myself - I told Hermione and that's that.

'But you can't have told her, Harry,' Ron says simply. 'These articles are really upsetting her. Which means I'm upset.'

'Huh?' I can't think what Ron's talking about. Him and Hermione never dated or anything... as far as I'm aware.

'I never told anyone, but I really, really like Hermione. More than just as a friend. But she's never wanted me, and still doesn't now. She wants you. That's why she's so damn upset.'

I sit in silence, stunned. Hermione likes me? Since when?

'Look, I'm not trying to split you and Malfoy up or anything, but I think you'd be better off with Hermione. I mean, Malfoy's... well, male for one thing...' Ron looks uncomfortable.

'Ron, I'm sorry, but I... I can't go out with Hermione. I love Draco. No one's going to split us up. I'm really sorry.'

For a moment I think Ron's going to hit me, but instead he just sighs.

'Ok then. But at least talk to Hermione. Explain how you feel.' Ron gets up.

'Ok. Thanks for telling me about her,' I say awkwardly. Ron flashes me a half-smile and heads out into the hall.

'Oh, and by the way?' he smirks from the lounge door.

'Yeah?'

'Next time I come round, make sure Malfoy has his belt on before he goes anywhere. I could see his 'little dragon' boxers when he went into the kitchen,' Ron says, and leaves. I sit, again, in stunned silence for a few seconds, before bursting into laughter.

'What?' you say, coming back into the lounge. I tell you, and you scowl, pulling up your jeans. Still sniggering, I pass you your belt. But you don't put it on. Instead, a sly grin curves your lips.

'You know, we didn't actually get round to...' you begin.

'You never give up, do you?' I laugh, pulling you onto my lap and kissing you.

'Are you complaining?'

'Course not,' I smile. We kiss again, and I think about what Ron told me. In a way, he had been trying to split us up, whatever he said. But I love you, and I think you love me too. And no one's going to split us up.