Missing the Point

"We have to tell them," said Harry. "They've been investigating; they're getting suspicious." He snorted. "They think I have a girlfriend."

Draco started laughing as well, and they continued for quite a while. "I always fancied you as my bitch," said Harry, leering at him before degenerating into laughter once more, "But that's not quite what I meant." Draco ran a hand through his hair and stretched, pulling up his top to reveal a flat stomach and creamy skin with one or two well-placed hickeys.

"Anyway, the entire school will know within minutes if Ron finds out suddenly." said Harry, trying to ignore Draco's antics.

"Yeah, he has this small anger management problem...So we don't let him," said Draco.

"You underestimate Hermione."

"Hmmm...she'll be shocked if we tell her though And the Weasel will be horrified."

"I don't care if they fall down and have a bloody heart attack! Okay, I do, but that's beside the point. I want them to know, because we've told them. They're my friends, you know? And don't call Ron that,"

Draco rolled his eyes. "All right."

"And, there are some conditions..."

Harry chose a time when Ron and Hermione were alone in the Common Room - not that this was difficult, since only three other Gryffindors had decided to stay over Christmas break. He brought Draco in, then put him under the invisibility cloak and shoved him in the shadows.

"Ron? Hermione?" They turned round, and Harry beckoned Draco out of the shadows and drew the cloak off with a small flourish. "I want you to meet Draco Athos Malfoy." Draco grimaced at his middle name. Ron gave Hermione a 'what the hell...?' look and Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Go on," Harry prompted.

"Malfoy," They both said.

"Granger, Weasley," said Draco. Harry frowned at him, and Draco pouted.

"Now that we've all been so cordially introduced," said Hermione, wondering who had Polyjuiced pouting Parvati into Malfoy.

"What the hell is he doing here?!" Ron shouted. Draco folded his arms and smirked at Harry.

"I'd really like to wipe that smirk off your face." Harry murmured. Draco grinned wickedly. "Not that way!" He gave Draco a playful backhand. "Like this," He put a hand over Draco's mouth. He protested loudly and thickly, and Harry grinned and removed his hand.

"That's not fair! You can't do that to me! It's an insult to Malfoy dignity!"

"Not that you're looking very dignified at the moment," said Harry wryly, and Draco shut up, casting petulant looks in Harry's direction. Ron was looking...confused, and Hermione listened and watched with interest and obvious bewilderment. Harry put his arm around Draco's shoulders. They both leaned into the gesture, and their bodies fitted together seamlessly, she noticed, and then,

"Shit," said Hermione. Ron stared at her. "Tell me that was a platonic gesture?" Ron frowned. Hermione using words he didn't know happened at least twice every sentence, but she never swore. Harry leaned over, and, brushing aside a lock of his fine hair, kissed Draco on the forehead. Hermione blanched. Ron turned green and swallowed, having difficulty comprehending this turn of events.

"I don't believe it," said Hermione, wanting an explanation rather than proof.

"If you say so," said Draco, giving Harry a meaningful look. They pulled close and kissed softly, breaking off when it got a little too heated. Harry grinned widely.

"Allow me to introduce Draco Malfoy, my boyfriend." Ron was stunned, speechless, shocked, very green and seemed to be having difficulty breathing, which didn't make for a nice colour combination. However, he still managed to choke out a sentence.

"Get a bloody room!" he sputtered, and dashed. Draco matched Harry's grin.

"That went well, didn't it?" he said innocently.

"Harry!" said Hermione. "This morning...you smirked at the Slytherin table, and Ron saw a...a mark on your neck...hang on, you broke up, didn't you? That's why you were depressed, and the accidental magic...You ruined my essay you know...and why you wouldn't look at each other...and the reason you began laughing like mad when we asked you if you had a girlfriend!" She snorted, and seemed to be trying not to giggle.

"Um, whatever. Can you try to resuscitate Ron, you know, smooth the way? He looked kind of shocked." said Harry.

"Kind of? He looked like he was about to fall over and faint." said Draco.

"Whatever. And can you knock first if you want to come in?"

"Yes, all right." said Hermione. "What do you want me to knock for? Oh..." she blushed. "Have fun,"

She left, and heated snogging ensued.

*****

"Ron, you completely overreacted. How do you think they felt? You seem to be expert at making people feel bad about their relationships."

"I was just shocked. I mean...Harry and Malfoy? I wonder what the odds are that, out of the entire school, he just had to choose his worst enemy. Exactly how long ago were they at each other's throats?"

"I don't know," said Hermione. "It could've been months. And you'll have to get used to calling him Draco. Besides, have you seen the way Harry looks at Draco? Or the way Draco looks back?"

"I - well, I suppose they broke up?"

"Yes. They both looked awful, so don't think they'll get over it in a hurry. Give it a chance. Now, let's go down, and you will behave, Ronald Weasley!"

Ron nodded; knowing it was useless to argue. "All right."

Ron stretched out his hand to the door handle, about to enter the common room. Hermione pulled him back roughly.

"We have to knock," she explained to a confused Ron, and rapped the door smartly with her knuckles.

"Knock?" Ron repeated stupidly.

"Do you really want to walk in on them? I was tying to spare you."

Ron shuddered. Calls of 'shit', 'it's them', 'Draco, tuck your shirt in', 'Doesn't your hair flatten?' and various others could be heard, muffled by the door.

"Come in!" one of them yelled.

"What is this, private quarters?" Ron muttered, but he went in. The boys looked...thoroughly snogged.

Fortunately, (or, more likely, due to Hermione's influence: Ron discovered that Hermione could be very persuasive sometimes) Ron decided to be amicable. He was, it seemed, more averse to the fact that Harry (gulp) liked Malfoy, who was until a few hours ago, or so Ron thought, a sworn enemy rather, than that he liked boys in general.

"Mum'll be heartbroken," he said to Harry jokingly. "She had her heart set on you marrying Ginny." Draco snorted and hid a smirk.

"She'll get her wedding. At least, she will if you stop being a prat and ask Hermione out eventually." Ron blushed crimson and Draco started laughing. Even Harry couldn't hide a large grin.

They managed to keep up conversation, but at around ten o'clock, Draco announced that it was time to leave.

"I will be missed; I need to go,"

"I'll come too," said Harry.

"Planning to sabotage Slytherin?"

"Don't be ridiculous - Gryffindors do have standards, you know."

They left. Ron cocked his head; sure there was a chink in their logic, or something he had missed. Hermione sighed, smiling.

"Ron, they went for a snogging session!" she said, trying not to giggle. Ron's ears turned red.

"Oh..."