I don\'t need them.

Harry was a little surprised, but managed to kiss Draco back, wrapping his arms around his pale neck, and stroking his face with his thumb. Eventually the tongue came out, Harry teasing Draco\'s mouth by flicking his tongue around it, tasting the boy.

This was only Harry\'s second kiss in his life, ands he only hoped that he wasn\'t going to disappoint Draco\'s probably high expectations.


The kiss went on for what seemed like an eternity to Draco (Three minutes xD). Eventually, though. He had to break it, pulling back, a hand still in Harry\'s hair. Swallowing thickly, a faint blush filled his pallid cheeks before murmering something along the lines of class and standing up.

Checking his pockets, he makes sure he had the letter and everything before walking off.

Touching a finger to his lips, he presses against the wall of the school and stares off into the middle of nowhere. He could still feel the warmth from being pressed to Harry, and he could taste the alien taste in his mouth.

Licking his lips slowly, he shakes his head.

I did not kiss, Potter. If anyone asks. Deny it. It\'s wrong to kiss other men, let alone my enemy. I mean... Well... yeah...

..But who\'s there to find out? Your father\'s not going to be escaping anytime soon, and your mum\'s not around anymore to frown upon it....

No! It\'s wrong. It\'s just wrong.

\"Dray?\" He jumped at the hand on his shoulder.

\"What zabini?\"

\"You missed class. You allright? You look a bit flushed.\"

\"I.. Um... yeah.\"

\"Where have you been?\"

\"I havn\'t been out here long.\" He says shrugging.

\"Three hours? Yeah you have been, Malfoy.\"

\"Three hours! I, er, must have dozed off.\"

\"Er... allright then. Come on, we need to get some dinner.\" Blaise says with a grin, helping Draco up off the ground where he had fallen asleep in his thoughts, brushing a few leaves out of his hair and walking into the Great Hall for a quick dinner.



Damn... why did Draco always have to leave so abruptly. Was he really that bad of a kisser?

Besides, kissing guys was a bit no no. Right? Even if it felt so good to be in Draco\'s warm arms...

No, he was right. Kissing boys, especially a Malfoy, wasn\'t good. Ever. Except that it was. It felt so good. And then Draco had to get up and leave so quickly.

That\'s when Harry started to feel his eyes prickle. Damn, he was not going to cry over something this stupid. He just wasn\'t. This is Draco Malfoy. He probably had hundreds of girlfriends, and boyfriends. This wasn\'t surprising in the least. Malfoy just takes what he wants when he wants it and only what he wants.

Standing, Harry pushed himself off the grass and headed towards the school. Well, if that\'s how Malfoy wanted it, then that\'s what he would get. That kiss meant nothing, nothing, to Harry.

Or at least that was what he was telling himself.


Draco sat on the other side of the Slytherin Table so that he could see the door and Harry whenever he came in.

He barely touched his food, taking small bites here and there, his eyes flickering absently to the door and Harry\'s usual spot, only stopping once Blaise started getting suspicious. He smiled softly when Blaise started talking about quidditch and jumped right into the conversation.

\"Yeah, practice in two days. You know who the first match is against?\"

\"Of course. The Gryffindorks. First and last game of the year is against them.\"

\"Grand.\" Draco says with a roll of his eyes, pushing the death of his mother into the back of his head. Draco\'s can\'t show emotion, and with that haunting him, not only would he not eat, but he\'d be bawlign every three seconds.



After checking to make sure he looked quite normal, using the mirror in the boy\'s bathroom, Harry walked into the Great Hall, pointedly not looking at the Slytherin table.

He didn\'t want to see Malfoy\'s smug face, or anything like that. He was sick of the Slytherin boy leading him on and then leaving. Instead, he acted like nothing was out of the usual, taking up his usual seat beside Ron and Hermione.


\"Hey look, Pothead\'s here.\" Blaise says, elbowing Draco.

Draco\'s head snaps up and he glances at Harry. \"Er.. yeah.. so it seems, Blaise.\" He murmers, a slow blush filling his cheeks before he diverts his gaze and picks at his chicken in silence.

Blaise turns to the other side and talks to a few other students, leaving Draco to stare at Harry, his head slightly tipped to his side, pondering if kissing another male really was so wrong. He\'s seen his father take other men to bed hundreds of times, so really, it can\'t be that bad.

But he\'s not his father. Nor does he want to be. So is this sudden infatuation with the enemy really the worst that could happen? It\'s not like they\'re suddenly going to jump on each other and start fucking like bunnies after all.


Harry, still determined to avert his gaze from the Slytherin table, didn\'t. At least not until Hermione and Ron both mentioned a pair of silver eyes that were looking in his direction.

So he looked. And there Malfoy was, looking at him from across the hall. He didn\'t look smug, or any of the things Harry imagined. He looked more like he was deep in thought about something.

Why were things always so complicated for Harry? After everything, what did he go and do? Fall for his arch-enemy, who also just so happened to be a boy. But then, didn\'t Draco tell Harry that he wanted him to slaughter the Dark Lord? Was Draco still the same boy he had always been? Or was this a new Draco Malfoy that Harry was seeing.


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Kinda short chapter again. I\'m going to try and get a new chapter up either once a week, or every other day. ^_^