A/N: As always, I had great fun writing this chap! I even snickered at myself a couple of times. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! And of course, thanks to Sailor Grape for being my beta!
Disclaimer: Not mine, JK's. The song "Angel" belongs to Steven Tyler and the rest of Aerosmith.
You're my angel, come and make it alright
Harry broke the kiss and raised himself onto his elbows, gazing into Draco's half-lidded eyes and stroking his face.
Draco released a soft sigh. "Bloody hell, Potter," he breathed, "I've been missing out. Why didn't you tell me to fuck off sooner?"
"Pardon?" Harry blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh." Draco turned slightly pink. "Never mind."
"No, what?" Harry laughed. "What's got you so flustered?" Draco turned his head and Harry turned it back to face him with his fingertips. "Tell me."
Draco let out another sigh, this one a little nervous. "Well, you see, at the end of last term, when--" Draco's eyes shifted to avoid Harry's gaze-- "when you stopped me from terrorizing Granger, you told me to fuck off."
"Yeah. . . ." Harry urged him to continue.
"Well, you really threw me off guard. I couldn't believe that came out of your mouth. I always thought you were so squeaky clean, the Gryffindor Golden Boy. To be honest, it was a real turn-on." Draco wanted to hide his face, but Harry was still on top of him and had him pinned.
"Really? You mean, that's all it would have taken? Well, that's interesting. You're right, I should have said it sooner." Harry rolled over onto his side again, keeping his eyes fixed on Draco. "So what happened after that? Did you realize you had feelings for me then?"
This time, it was Draco's turn to pin Harry to the ground. Since Harry didn't laugh at him as he feared, he felt more comfortable. "I started noticing how attractive you really are. Started watching you more. With your friends in the Hall. How your eyes dance when you laugh. How bright your smile is. And I absolutely adore the way you walk. And your hair. . . ." Draco paused to rake his fingers through Harry's dark curls. "I just can't get enough of you. What I realized is that you're more than just everyone's hero. You're an angel."
Now Harry turned bright pink. He certainly hadn't been expecting all that. He swallowed hard. "Wow. I'm. . . I mean. . . I don't know what to. . . ."
"Believe me, you have no idea how odd it felt. After school ended last term, I spent the whole summer thinking about you. Everything I had observed in the last month of school was burned into my mind. I was so confused. I couldn't talk to my mother and father about it, for fear of how they'd react. It was one agonizing summer." He smiled.
"I remember thinking that I had caught you staring at me a few times, but I thought it was my imagination. Now I know you're right. I definitely should have said that to you sooner. Who knows what we would be doing right now if I had?" Harry winked.
"I can think of a few things." Draco's eyes danced. "So, you know what I say?" He began lowering his face. "We have some catching up to do."
Softly sighing as his breath mingled with Draco's, Harry surrendered to a third kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. His fingers traced lazy circles up and down Draco's back, and Draco wrapped his arms around him so that Harry's neck and back were resting on each arm. Harry found this uncomfortable, so he rolled them over so that they were both on their sides. Neither boy broke contact, and things became more and more heated. Hands tangled in hair, legs intertwined, lips moved to throats.
"Whoa," Harry panted, "Think. . . we need. . . slow down. . . a little. . . ."
"I. . . agree. . . ." Draco gasped.
Both boys separated and rolled onto their backs, still breathing heavily. Neither said anything for a few moments as they both tried to steady their breathing. Finally, Harry took a deep breath and turned to Draco. "Would you like to know when I started having feelings for you?"
"Sure," Draco replied. "I was just going to ask you."
"Well," Harry began, "it was actually before the incident with Hermione. Do you remember what happened just before the Christmas holidays last year? In the Quidditch locker room?"
Draco furrowed his brow. "What happened before-- oh!" His eyes grew wide. "That?"
Harry nodded. "I don't know, there was just something about that. You sitting there, in nothing but a towel, on the bench, thinking no one was looking. . . I just couldn't take my eyes off you. It was almost like you were actually human, like you did things the rest of us mortals do."
"Potter, if I'd known you were watching. . . I would have never. . . Wait a minute, you came out of hiding, laughing, threatening to tell the whole school!"
"Ah, but I didn't, did I? In fact, I still haven't told a soul. I just kept it to myself. It was like our own secret." Harry started pulling some blades of grass.
Draco rolled his eyes. "You're weird, Potter."
"What? I'm sure I'm not the first to watch someone else do that!"
"Potter! I sniffed my socks to see if they smelled! That's not exactly a terribly romantic moment. I can't believe that's it. You caught me whiffing my dirty Quidditch socks, and you've fancied me since? That's it! You're a weirdo!"
Harry burst out laughing. "Good thing I was lying, then. I wouldn't want you to think me a weirdo."
"What? Potter! You're still a weirdo! Not only do you admit watching someone sniff their dirty socks and liking it, but it's not even true! Weirdo!" Draco pulled a handful of grass and threw it into Harry's hair.
Still laughing, Harry shook his head to loosen the grass and dirt, failing miserably. "So," he said, "what do you think's going on in there now?"
"Oh, that's easy," Draco drawled, "Let's see, I'm sure Snape had to be sent to the infirmary, your friends are celebrating, Dumbledore's thrilled, the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws will have something to yap about for months, and the Slytherins are forming a lynch mob. Have I covered everything?" He began pulling a few bits of grass from Harry's hair.
"Yes, I believe you have everyone. Except for the rest of the teachers. No, they didn't have time to react because of Snape. I reckon he passed out cold." Harry chuckled. "Snape faint? That's a laugh. I don't think he's capable."
"Yeah," Draco agreed. "He's more than likely searching the castle for us so that he can give us both detention for such a 'disgusting display of public affection.'"
"Ha! 'Us'? You mean I'll get the detention, because somehow I'll be the one to blame, and he'll take you to his office so that he can try to reverse whatever spell I've put you under."
"Well," Draco pulled himself to a sitting position, "spell or no, I really don't want to be released from it any time soon." He smiled down at Harry, who was still lying down. "I rather like the way this is going."
Harry sat up as well. "Besides, how do I know you haven't bewitched me? Perhaps you had some kind of love potion in your mouth when you came over to kiss me. Yeah, that's it! You kissed me and spit the potion into my mouth, therefore putting a spell on me!"
"Potter, that's disgusting! Do you know how foul those love potions taste? Not that I would, but I've read about it. I think it's been compared to a dirty pair of socks after one's played a game of Quidditch." Draco shuddered. "I like you, Potter, but that's just nasty."
Laughing, Harry stood and brushed his clothes off. "I think we should get inside and see what kind of chaos we did leave behind. Hopefully we won't run into Snape now." He checked his watch. "Breakfast is over now, so he could be anywhere. Actually, I think it's rather odd that no one else is out here." Harry offered his hands to Draco.
Shrugging, Draco took Harry's hands and let himself be pulled to a standing position. "How should I know? I'm not the one writing this story."
Harry laughed and the two boys strolled hand in hand toward the castle.
Severus Snape's eyes snapped open. Where was he? He tried to remember what happened. Ah, yes. Potter and Draco, snogging in the Great Hall with no shame or consideration for those around them. It got kind of fuzzy after that. Why was the back of his head sore? Right. He fainted. How dignified. But he remembered waking up and still being in the Hall. Albus revived him, and then-- Oh. Right. He fainted again. Perfect. He sat up and shook the cobwebs away, trying to take in the scene around him. Several beds lined the walls, made up with white sheets. Bedpans on the tables next to each bed. The foul stench of sterility in the air. Oh, no. He was in the infirmary. Alone. That meant--
"Oh, my dear Severus, you're awake! Are you alright? Is there anything I can get you?" Faster than lightning, Poppy Pomfrey scrambled over to Severus, laying a hand to his forehead.
"I'm fine, woman!" he muttered irritably, pushing her hand away. "Just let me out of here, I have detentions to hand out!" He moved to get out of bed and was about to throw the sheet off him, but he stopped cold. He was naked. "Where. Are. My. CLOTHES?!" he shouted.
"I just had to strip you, the robes you wear are too constricting," she explained. "Just wait a bit, darling, I want to make sure you'll be alright. That's a nasty bump you've got there." She tried to tuck him back into bed again, only to have her fingers smacked away by an angry Potions master.
"I'm going to ask you again. Where are my clothes?" He tried a much calmer approach.
Shoulders sagging, Poppy relented. "They're hanging in the corner over there." She pointed to the hook that had Severus' robes hanging.
Severus made a move to retrieve his missing clothing, then stopped again. "Accio robes!" he growled, the garments flying quickly into his hand. When Poppy didn't move, he narrowed his eyes. "A little privacy, please?"
Looking downcast, Poppy turned and made her way to her office. Finally. He needed to find those boys. Severus quickly dressed and stalked toward the door, passing Poppy's office. He stopped for a brief moment, thinking he heard her blow her nose. Severus felt a small twinge of guilt, then shook it away. Honestly, just because they had a five minute shag in a broom closet two weeks ago. . . .