I woke up with my Dragon. My Dragon, he was my Dragon again and that was probably the best feeling in the world. I didn't open my eyes I didn't want to open them to my four-poster bed in the Gryffindor dorms. I felt someone take my hand and I peeked. It was Draco smiling, my everything. He let go and got up, to change I guess. Draco was uncomfortable with his body for some reason so I didn't get up right away. After a few moments I thought it must be safe so I did a huge cat stretch and sat up. I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't see very well, but Draco, I think, was dressed so I felt around on the dresser next to the bed for my new glasses I had gotten a few weeks ago. These ones had a dark green rim, so dark it was black unless you looked carefully. Like close enough to kiss me. Witch Draco had done multiple times last night. And all of last night came rushing back to me in a great rush of warmness. I smiled when Draco said. "Morning little lion." After last night I never wanted morning to come again and grumbled. "Morning is a terrible thing." Draco laughed and kissed me on the forehead. I loved it when he did that. Smiling to myself I stretched again and got up. Draco had put make up on to hid his hickey but I felt weird doing it so put on a scarf instead. (It was a GIRL thing, not a need for males!) As I was just putting on the blood red and golden scarf Madam Pomfrey(Sorry if i'm spelling it wrong) walked in. I was freaking out. What if she had seen or hear us? I tried not to faint as Madam Pomfrey stuttered. “Well… Mr. Malfoy. You are allowed to... leave today if you like…” "YES PLEASE!" Draco yelled. I saw him blush a little, but Madam Pomfrey didn't notice anything. Draco took my hand and we walked out to the hall. Dragon was holding my hand again and it felt like his soul was traveling to mine. It felt like home. Well, I thought, at least i don't live with the Dursley's anymore. They would kill me for being gay. I remembered on of the special day's when Draco and I had gone went Muggle bowling, but nether of use I never done it before so we had no idea what we were doing. It was still fairly fun though. Then I decided to take a small risk and ask a question I had been wondering about since I woke up. "Um..." I stuttered and blushed as Draco looked at me. "It's-er-a weekend, so we don't have any classes," Wow I sounded so stupid. "and I was wondering if you would... you would, um. Go out with me?" I shut my eyes quickly not wanting to see his wonderful pale face. "As if I would say no after last night." I opened my eyes and saw Draco pointing at my scarf. "So yes?" I said, my insides were exploding with happiness. "So yes, my little lion." Draco said and kissed my forehead. I always pretended I hated when he did that because it made the whole 'Draco is taller' thing much more obvious, but really I loved them. I think he knew that but it's not like I can keep secrets from him, I never have or been good at it, Draco always knew how I was feeling. He said it was in my eyes but now one else could read my eyes. Draco had always said 'A true friend is someone who can see that pain in your eyes when everyone else believes the smile on your face.' Or at least he said it to me... when we were alone. "Where do you want to go?" I asked as we neared the Great Hall. "Hogsmead?" Draco answered. At least it's not that weird place Cho took me when I was trying to make Draco notice me. I thought (Apparently he had been spying on me the whole time and was overjoyed when Cho ran out crying. Witch was funny because he was supposed to be one his date with Pansy.) “See you later Dragon!” I said softly and walked to the Gryffindor table once we had gotten to the Great Hall. The rest of the short walk was filled of talk about Quidditch, Draco was always jealuse of me when I mentioned my Firebolt, so I tried to keep it one the biggest teams of the season. Witch was Montrose Magpies but I never admitted it and insisted on Chudley Cannons were the best in Ron's honor, though he hardly paid attention to me anymore he was so busy snogging Hermione, I was still his best friend. As I sat down I remembered a question that I had forgot about in the affents of last night(Witch will come soon I promise!) How did Draco end up in the hospital wing? Madam Pomfrey had said he was found by the lake knocked out. Was he stunted? And if so by who? "Hey guys?" I asked Ron and Hermione. They didn't pay any mind as usual. "Guys?" I asked louder. "BLOODY HELL IT'S VOLDEMORT!" I practically shouted. Ron had jumped so bad when I said Voldemort he had fallen out of his wand. "What was THAT for?" pouted Hermione had Ron got up panting. "I have a question." I said calmly. "Well?" Ron asked roughly. "What is it?" "How did Draco end up in the hospital wing?" "Oh, so your back to saying his name now to?" Hermione said teasingly. "You're avoiding the question." I said. "How. Did. Draco. End. Up. In. The. Hospital. Wing?" Patience was running thin. They had taken about five minutes to even look at me and now they were being incredibly annoying. Ron and Hermione smirked at each other, a 'he's so stupid' look and a 'how doesn't he know by now?' look from Hermione. "What?" I asked. "Well." Ron said. "We might have something to do about it." Hermione finished.
---sorry for making Harry so stupid and I know it's already clear what append but stick with me okay?---