A/N: Hey kids! So, this is the sequel to 'Passing Notes'. I'm back. Tsk. Just because I know you love me. I know you do. Don't pretend like you're all 'cool' and don't really like this story, because you do. I have proof in the form of many many reviews that were Far Too Kind, asking me to continue. So I did. I give my people what they want. (Plus, I quite like writing this. Plus, I am not creative enough to come up with a new idea. El. Oh. Effing Bloody El.)

Disclaimer: Okay seriously. Like, the first part of this fic wasn't mine, but now suddenly you expect the characters and places to be owned by me? Hm? Are you stupid? Only the homosexual tendencies are my lovely ideas. Ms. Rowling wouldn't dare. Not now that everyone in the world reads Harry Potter. Including homophobes, I bet. Yeah, they're everywhere, guys. I know. Let's make a club, and exclude them from it.

Passing Notes…Junior.

Chapter One

BANG!

The sound of something being slammed into the door of the broom closet reverberated through the closet, and into the hallway outside.

"Shite," whispered Harry, as he stood completely frozen, his back up against the inside of the door, palms flat against the wood, listening intensely for any footsteps nearing him. Outside it seemed a silence had fallen over the bustling hallway, as everyone looked around for the sound. When they saw nothing, the sounds of the everytime started up again, producing a sigh from Harry and a grin from the blonde pressed up against him.

Harry was quite glad that everyone had been too lethargic and careless of the world around them to investigate the peculiar 'bang'. Because if they had, it would have been an interesting thing to try to explain. Harry was currently pressed very tightly against the door of the closet by his one and only, his arch nemesis, his snide little bastard, his very favourite sexpot, his Malfoy, but even more, his Draco.

The slightly taller blonde had shoved Harry into the wall quite roughly, his hands on the crooks of Harry's arms, one of his legs in between Harry's. He was quite enthusiastic, and was thoroughly entangled in his pretty little brunette, trying to walk right through him, it seemed, just so that he could feel him in his entirety. He had matched up their bodies completely; nose to nose, chest to chest, excitement to arousal... Both boys were breathing heavily.

"One of these days, Draco...Somebody is going to check for where our strange noises are coming from. And then what will you do? Huh? What then?"

"I'll put on a show, of course," Draco mumbled as he dove back into Harry's neck, trying to kiss every single part of it at least once.

"Oh but.." he was cut off as Draco hit a particularly sensitive area. "But, we're worth way more than a free show..." He gasped. "We should charge..."

Draco slid his hands up under Harry's shirt and pulled away from his throat to look into his lust-clouded eyes. His fingers began roaming all over tight, tan skin, tense muscles, and tiny droplets of sweat which he dragged around with his fingertips, moshing them all into one slick layer. He felt Harry take a small intake of breath, quiet and unobtrusive, and he felt not only lust surging through his veins, but love.

Or at least deep, deep affection.

He wasn't quite sold just yet on the idea of 'love'.

"Harry..." Draco began, nuzzling his glistening cheek into Harry's heated one.

"Yes?" He sighed, as Draco passed his soft, slender hand over a nipple, and rested it over his heart.

"You're priceless," finished Draco, looking back into those green eyes with a small smile.

"Shut up Draco."

And with that, Harry sucked the sure-to-be witty comment right out of Draco's mouth.

SCENEBREAKSCENEBREAKSCENEBREAKSCENEBREAKSCENEBREAK

Ron came up for air.

Hermione stood in front of him, blushing enough to make Gryffindor House proud. As was Ron, of course. The red-head grinned at his girlfriend, and made a move to capture her in another kiss, but she put out a hand and stopped him, biting her lip.

The two were currently standing in some low-traffic aisle in the library, on what had started out as a search for a book on some faceless, useless potion.

Ron knitted his brows.

"What, Hermione?" He looked slightly fearful. "D-did I do something wrong?"

She looked into his baby blue eyes with affection, but she was distracted.

"No, no Ron. I just...I'm looking into your eyes with affection, but I'm disctracted."

"Distracted by what? Am I that boring of a snog?" He said, rather irritably.

She gave him a look.

"No Ron, you're extremely exciting. I can't possibly get my erection to go down now. It's just that I can't stop thinking about Harry."

"Harry? You're thinking about Harry whilst kissing me?"

"'Whilst'?"

"Now you're thinking about my English?"

"Ron, you're an idiot."

Ron hung his head.

"Have you not noticed that Harry keeps disappearing? I mean, he has always been prone to his emo-walks on occasion, but he seems to be slipping away from us every chance he gets nowadays."

"I, er, I had, actually. I thought though, that he just felt awkward around us." He gestured to himself and Hermione.

"Yes, I thought that was it at first too...but he seems distracted. He's never paying any attention to anything we say. AND, he seems...happy. If he were just avoiding us I don't think he'd be so content about it."

Ron sighed. Clearly they would not get back to his favourite hobby until he addressed the topic of his best friend.

"Maybe he's off snogging some girl." Hermione looked up. "Hm, Hermione? Maybe he's just enjoying himself. Did you ever think of that? Did you think that maybe, just once, Harry is happy, and we should just be happy with that and not be suspicious?"

Hermione's face suddenly was completely void of any emotion. It was unbelievably frightening for Ron. Was she angry? Furious? Fuming? Cross? Enraged? Maddened? Outraged? Piqued? Resentful? Wrathful? Other synonyms? He had no fucking clue.

"Ron?"

He tried to stop his hands from trembling.

"That was the most intelligent thing I think I've ever heard you say. You're completely right."

"Wh- Are you sure? Because I don't want to be wrong, and then have you blame it on me. Because I'm used to having you being that safety net, you know?"

She ignored him and continued speaking.

"Alright, so for now, we'll just leave Harry alone. He's not broken, so we won't try to fix him."

"For now?"

"Well we'll have to keep an eye on him, won't we?" She looked at her boyfriend like he was an idiot. "I just don't want him to get hurt. He's had a troubled life, you know! If it were me, I'd probably have slit my wrists by now."

"Now that you mention it, I probably would have too."

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, until they were interrupted.

"Well that's comforting."

Both turned to see the friend in question standing at the end of the aisle way, holding a book and staring at them strangely.

Both of Harry's best friends had the grace to blush.

"Oh Harry, we're sorry—" began Hermione, only to be cut off by Ron.

"Er, exactly how much did you hear, mate?"

Harry reached a hand up to brush hair out of his eyes.

"Not much, I just got here. Only the part where you were saying that you'd have killed yourselves if you were me."

There followed a short silence in which Ron and Hermione wanted to collapse in on themselves and die. That had sounded terrible when Harry said it! Had they really said that? Had he really heard? Oh gods! This was so—

What the fuck?

Harry was laughing.

Harry Potter, envied by none, was laughing his tight, sexy ass off. He wielded his book and began smacking the shelf next to him rhythmically, as if trying to expel the excess laughey-feeling.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, and Ron allowed himself a relieved giggle. But very suddenly, Harry stopped laughing. He straightened up and looked each of his friends in the eye.

"I love both of you. I fucking love you. I don't even care how bad that is, what I just heard. Oh but the look on your faces when you saw me standing here! That was beautiful. You love me. You love me. I love you!" And with that, the brunette strode over to his bestest buddies and pulled them both into his arms. He kissed each of them on the top of the head.

Ron pulled away and ruffled his own hair, as if to wipe away Harry's cooties.

Hermione smiled.

Harry smiled.

Ron smiled.

What a beautiful moment, yes? This stuff practically defines fluff. Oh, but will life still be fluffy for Harry when his friends find out that he is in love with his own equal and opposite force?

A/N: I do hope you're all still interested. Why don't you tell me? It's quite easy. There's a button REALLY close to where your eyes are right now. Go ahead. Look at it. Now use it.