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"This is so good."

Harry laughed, sipping more of his hot chocolate. He held the cup with both hands, hoping it would warm him up. Dylan hummed in satisfaction and agreement, looking across to Harry and smiling.

They were sat in the eighth year common room, warming up by the fire together. Both were wrapped up in a big, fluffy blanket and Harry was snuggled into Dylan's side.

The sky outside was begging to darken, the sunset colours dispersing. Slowly, the stars shined their way into the black void. The moon hung in the endless sky, illuminating the trees and hills of Scotland.

Harry grinned brightly, a line of chocolatey cream across his top lip. His face was red from warmth and blush.

"You have a little something..." Dylan giggled.

"Where?" Harry said, rubbing the side of his mouth.

"Here," Dylan smiled and reached out to wipe it away. As he swiped his fingers across Harry's lips, something shifted in the atmosphere.

They stared into each other's eyes searching for something unknown. Dylan leaned slightly closer, inviting Harry to do the same. They placed their drinks on the table in front of them, careful to not spill them.

Harry's mind ran at hundred miles an hour. He hadn't kiss anyone in a while and he was worried he would be rusty. Obviously, he liked Dylan but he was still unsure whether it was love or not. Harry blushed as the boy got closer, the smaller fiddle with his hands not knowing what to to do with them - eventually just staying in his lap.

The Slytherin smirked slightly as the foreheads touched. Dylan could feel the heat radiating off Harry, he had the boy right where he wanted him.

"Can I..." he whispered hotly against Harry's lips. Harry nodded and suddenly the Latino's lips were moving against his.

Harry slid his hands up Dylan's neck and into his hair, tugging lightly. Dylan hummed, gripping Harry's waist roughly. The Gryffindor was enjoying the kiss but there wasn't fireworks or a gravitational pull it's was like that when he kissed Ginny. It was still nice, though.

People always talked about that feeling when you kissed someone you truly loved for the first time. Harry was a sap but he wanted that. He wanted true love.

Dylan slid his tongue across Harry's bottom lip which got him access to his mouth. Their tongues met and twirled around each other, exploring every inch.

Harry's back arched, to which Dylan took the opportunity to pull Harry closed to him - now Harry was sat in Dylan's lap.

They pulled away to take a quick breath before their lips met again. The kiss was needy and hot as the boys began to sweat, the fire, the hot chocolate and the body heat of each other was getting too much to even control themselves.

Finally they pulled away. Their sweaty foreheads resting together. Both boys panted heavily and irregularly, Harry giggled slightly. Dylan smiled as Harry broke out laughing for Merlin knows what reason.

"That was possible the best kiss I've ever had," Dylan grinned at Harry as he calmed down.

Harry smirked and teasingly said, "eh, it was alright." (Even though, there was a small truth to it).

Dylan scowled playfully, a smile still on his face. The Slytherin began tickling Harry's sides which caused Harry to be a laughing mess again.

"S-st-stop! D-Dylan! Plea-as," Harry exclaimed between giggles.

"Say it was a brilliant kiss, first," Dylan smirked and moved a hand to his armpit which emitted a squeal from Harry.

"Okay Okay Okay!" Harry laughed, Dylan pulled his hands away and just rested them in Harry's hips.

"It was amazingly brilliant," Harry grinned cheekily. Dylan smiled threw Harry backwards onto the sofa they sat on.

"Good enough for me," he said lowly. Harry smirked and pulled the Slytherin into another kiss.

This time it was more loving and sweet. Dylan smiled into the kiss as did Harry. He giggled slightly so Dylan pulled away and he grinned at Harry's adorable face.

-

"Just one week until we can go home," Blaise sighed, trying to be optimistic but it was hard when in a quiet dorm room and pretending to study.

The Italian twirled his quill between his fingers, racking his brain for something to write down about his transfiguration essay. However, something was distracting him...or rather someone.

"I'll be back in an hour," he said to no one in particular. Pansy just hummed a response, checking her manicure while Draco continued staring at the ceiling.

Blaise sighed and rolled his eyes. Ever since Draco saw Dylan and Harry holding hands, he's been distant and cold towards everyone - including Pansy, which was taking a toll on her. It was very strange to see his best friend like this.

'Maybe he likes Harry?' Blaise wondered, 'he couldn't like Dylan because of what happened to...well yeah.'

"Flames!"

Blaise jumped and held his hand to his chest, trying to calm his heart.

"Fottuto inferno! (Fucking hell! - google translate)" Blaise took a deep breath once he saw who it was.

"Merlin, Ron. You could've warned me."

"Well then it wouldn't be scary, would it?" Ron smirked. His ginger hair moved with the wind and his face was flushed red from the cold - Blaise couldn't help but admire him.

"Come here," Blaise sighed. The ginger walked into his arms and rested his head on the taller boy's collarbone. The Slytherin wrapped his around the Gryffindor's neck while the he wrapped his arms around the Slytherin's middle.

"When are we telling them? That we're together?" Blaise looked down to his secret lover. All he wanted was to hold him in the corridors, kiss him - secretly - in lesson, go to Hogsmeade and snog behind The Three Broomsticks. He wished they could go on normal dates like a normal couple. He just wanted to love his boyfriend and not be terrified of what people would say. Since he was a death eater, it would make his situation worse and he really didn't need that .

"I was thinking... I want to tell my family over Christmas," Ron bit his lip, nervously, "Unless you aren't ready-"

"Darling, my family are in Azkaban. It's not like they can kill me. Plus I'm staying with Draco and his mum over Christmas and Draco's gay and his mum is fine with it," Blaise smiled.

"Wait... Malfoy's gay?"

"Yes? He's the gayest person to exist," Blaise huffed.

"I didn't know," Ron shrugged and leaned into his boyfriend.

"I'll miss you - maybe one day we'll spend all our Christmases together," Ron grinned and Blaise smiled brightly too.

Blaise pulled the boy into a sweet kiss. The love between both boys poured out into each and every kiss they had and this was no different. In every kiss, both felt fireworks - they were soulmates and they knew that.

"I can't wait for our future together."

-

"Harry!" Ron smiled broadly, as he skipped into the his dorm room. Seeing his secret boyfriend always made him happier, he did feel slightly guilty for cheating on Hermione but she probably already knew and he was going to tell her tonight anyways.

"Did you drink liquid luck or something?" Harry smirked at his best friend's expression. He was currently folding some night wear and putting it in his trunk. Ron shook his head and flopped on his bed, sighing contently.

After a minute, Ron sat up and gulped. Suddenly, the words came out like vomit, "I'm pansexual, I think. I've been cheating on Hermione with Blaise Zabini."

"Really? Well I'm happy for you and Blaise. He's an alright lad. But to be honest, I'm not surprised. You and 'Mione were fighting all the time, it just wasn't healthy... Though, you really should've told Hermione you were no longer interested instead of cheating," Harry sat next to him on his bed. Ron looked down at his lap, clearly ashamed.

"I know and I'm so sorry... I was just so confused, I was struggling and Blaise was just there to help me and- stuff just happened, you know?" Ron stumbled with his words but got them out clear enough. Harry nodded and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Ron sighed and put a hand over his eyes and rested his elbow on his knee.

"I also have to tell you something, I- I er... I kissed Dylan last night," he mumbled, looking down and fiddling with his fingers.

"Seriously, H?" Ron rolled his eyes, "I don't trust him. I've never even seen him at Hogwarts before and suddenly he comes out of the shadows and befriends you? Somethings off with him."

"Ron, I'm happy for you and Blaise so why can't you be happy for me and Dylan?" Harry said, his anger levels rose quickly, "Ron, you are cheating on Hermione but I'm still happy for you!"

"But there's something off about him. You heard what Draco said! For once I agree with that prat," Ron sighed.

"Seriously, you believe that twat over your best friend? Thanks a lot," Harry said sarcastically, he clenched his jaw and grabbed his freshly folded clothes and stormed off.

'Dylan's different, he's not like most people these days,' Harry huffed and walked towards the Slytherin quarters.

Right now, he just needed to calm down and talk to someone and that person was Dylan.

"Hey- what's wrong?"

Harry cut him off and launched himself into the other boy's arms. He nuzzled his face into Dylan's neck, sniffing his sweet cologne and breathing deeply.

Dylan's hand went to Harry's waist almost immediately and the other to his hair. He stroke the messiness of hair and brought the boy inside his room.

"What happened?" Dylan sat Harry on the bed and pulled Harry closer when he sat down.

Suddenly, Harry began rambling - talking about how Ron was cheating on Hermione and that he's dating Blaise, then about their kiss last night and how Ron didn't like it and then to how he felt bad for Hermione. Once he was done, he gulped a large breath of air and slumped down in Dylan's hold.

"Alright so Ron's cheating on Hermione with Blaise, Ron doesn't like that we kissed and Hermione might or might not be really upset about Ron cheating?" Dylan summed up and Harry quickly nodded before sighing.

"I just want to be close to you right now," he pouted, "I- I probably shouldn't have told you about Ron and Blaise so would you mind staying quiet about it?"

"I won't tell a soul, love," Dylan kissed his cheek. Harry smiled and rested his head on Dylan's shoulder.