The Conditions
"I am not your boyfriend. Why don't we just clear that up first and foremost. And...I'm not going to hold your hand or be nice to your mates. I don't do that. I'm not going to ditch my mates, either. I'm not changing--I'm still a right bastard and I'm going be that way forever. I'm not going to owl you, I'm not going to tell you I love you--ever. I'm not going to be nice when we're playing Quidditch, I'm not going to change. But...I want...this--what you want--too. And so...what do you think?" Draco stopped pacing and looked to the other boy with his eyebrow raised, hands shoved in his pockets, and lips pursed tightly while he waited.
Harry laughed, grabbed his hand, pulled him down (just hard enough to knock him off balance) and kissed him.