Chapter: Revelation.

Notes: I am sorry (as usual) for not updating in forever. Almost a year, actually. The last update was 10/27/05, wtf. XD -shot-

Anyway, this will be the last chapter, since I don't know how I can extend it any further. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the DracoxHarry pairing, but I love it. :D

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Harry awoke early in the morning, determined to get the whole affair over with. Quietly, as not to disturb the others, he dressed and headed down the stairs. However, when he reached the common room, Hermione jumped out from behind an armchair and nearly tackled Harry, who said, "Hermione, what are you doing?"

"Tell me what you need to do to stop the potion's effects," Hermione said. "I think I know, but I need to be sure. I'll go crazy if you don't tell me."

Harry could tell.

"Look Hermione, I… need to test it first. If it works, I'll tell you what I did."

Suddenly, Hermione grinned. "Then it IS that," she said. "I can tell what you're thinking, Harry. You think you can do what you need to then lie to me about it, but I know better. Oh yes."

Color crept into Harry's face, and he averted his gaze. Hermione then placed her hands on his shoulders and said, "Harry, I know what you have to do. You have to…"

Hermione stopped, probably for a dramatic effect. Harry, after a moment of complete silence, became sick of it all and began saying, "Ok then! You're right! I need to ki-"

"Hit him with a broomstick!" Hermione interrupted.

"…Excuse me?"

"Yes! Yes, a broomstick! Don't you see? I figured it out! Oh, how metaphorically correct, hitting him a broomstick! Genius! It's no wonder the library didn't help me at all. How could books know? They haven't the arms to hold a broomstick! That's why, Harry! Exactly why!"

Hermione laughed hysterically. Luckily for Harry, Lavender came down from the girls' dormitory and said, "Oh, Hermione, you're the one making all that racket. Sorry Harry. She was up all night reading; it's just sleep deprivation. Come on, Hermione."

Lavender led Hermione upstairs. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and quickly exited the common room before anyone else could ambush him.

Harry found Malfoy rather quickly, since the latter was waiting for him right outside the portrait hole. Malfoy threw his arms around Harry and said, "Potter, we should get married."

Harry laughed nervously and replied, "Yeah, about that, let's discuss it somewhere private."

"Trophy room," Malfoy said at once. "No one's in there this early."

Harry consented to this and hurried off. Malfoy followed behind him, occasionally attempting to hold Harry's hand. When they entered the trophy room, Harry asked Malfoy, "So, what shall we do?"

"Cuddle!" Malfoy exclaimed. He tackled Harry to the ground and snuggled up against him. Harry, terrified, didn't know what to do, so he went along with it. After a short while, he asked, "Isn't there anything else you'd like to do?"

"Yes, but the last kid I suggested it to is still in the hospital wing for trauma. And a teacher yelled at me and said I was underage, or something."

Harry really didn't want to know. "Well, what about… kissing?"

Malfoy giggled. "Oh Harry, I thought you'd never ask!"

Malfoy sat up, and Harry followed suit. They gazed at each other, neither making a move.

"Well?" Harry asked. "Hurry up."

"You suggested it," Malfoy said. "You should kiss me."

"No, no," Harry protested, "it would be better if you kissed me."

"Why?"

"I'm a bit shy about it."

"How demure and maidenly of you!" Malfoy said.

Before Harry could react to Malfoy's comment, Malfoy was leaning towards him. Harry shut his eyes. No, he didn't want to see any of it.

When Malfoy did kiss him, it was different from what Harry expected. Judging by Malfoy's previous giggling and need to cuddle, Harry thought Malfoy would be a rather gentle kisser. He was not. Actually, he was quite rough. He soon pushed Harry onto the floor and continued kissing him there. Harry tolerated it until Malfoy's tongue got involved. Harry, at that point, spazzed and shoved Malfoy off of him.

But he felt strange. He actually felt elated. And no, it wasn't because the potions effects had stopped working on Malfoy, who was now staring at Harry, bemused.

"What's going on? Why aren't we in class?" Malfoy asked. "Potter, what did you do?" He got on his feet and glared at Harry.

Harry, who quickly figured out why he felt happy, grinned. He stood up and said, "Oh, I did something to your potion."

"What? What did you do? And I swear Potter, if you don't stop grinning I'll hex you."

"Oh, it was nothing, Malfoy. It, uh, didn't work correctly. You see, I put old chocolate and thorns in your potion. Maybe I needed to put it my potion too for it to work. Yes, actually, I think that's it."

Harry noted the malicious gleam in Malfoy's eye. He really hoped Malfoy would try it next class.

THE END

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I went though about five endings before I wrote something I liked. XD;

In case you're wondering, there will be no sequel about them and they're soon-to-be potion-induced yaoi relationship. Sorry. XD

Well, I hope you enjoyed the fic. It was a lot of fun for me to write. :D

Bye!