Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKRowling, the lucky woman. I do not own him. Or any of his sexy friends. Damn.

Warnings: Slashy goodness :D

Spoilers. Don't know how many, because story is still in progress so i'll play safe and say spoilers for all the books, everywhere.

Author's Note: This is set during Harry's sixth or seventh year. It's meant to be cannon but i've ignored some stuff that doesn't fall into place with my story. Oh and I might venture off in my own little world now and then. Please be gentle with me. I bruise easily. Give reveiws? and constructive critisism, as i may need a little push now and then and i like to know what you all think. Hope you enjoy :)

Story still in progress...

Catalyst.

Looking up wearily from his potions essay, and chewing absentmindedly on the end of his eagle-feather quill, he stared out the large library window. The grounds outside betrayed the notion that it was a cold December night. There was no snow, the grass held no frost and the surface of the lake, though still, was not frozen over. Despite the appearance however, it was bitterly cold outside and when he spotted someone emerging from the Forbidden Forrest, Harry was immediately suspicious. Even more so when he realised who it was. Though he could not clearly see his face, the moonlight glinting off his white-blonde hair made it impossible to mistake Draco Malfoy. Harry's brow furrowed. What was Malfoy doing wandering about alone in the forest, especially in the middle of winter?

"Ron, Hermione! Look! Malfoy just came out of the forest!" he pointed out the window with the end of his quill.

Hermione's eyes narrowed and Ron exclaimed; "I knew he was up to something!"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, but what though?"

"Dunno…but why else would that git be wandering about in there by himself? Not exactly his favourite place is it?" He continued to stare out the window as Malfoy made his way back up to the castle.

Harry shook his head as Hermione clicked her tongue and returned to her essay. Harry and Ron shared a look; they knew she didn't agree with their theory that Malfoy was planning something, and she had repeatedly rebuffed them whenever they tried to pick her brains about what he was up to.

"What? What is it this time?" Ron started, his tone made it evident that he didn't believe there was any way Hermione could explain Malfoy's hanging about the Forbidden Forest alone at night as an innocent hobby.

Hermione glared at him. "Well, maybe he's not up to anything! Did that thought ever occur to you?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Erm, no! He's Malfoy!" he said, as though that explained everything.

Hermione sat up straighter and folded her arms. "So?"

Ron's eyes widened. "So!? So, he's always up to something!" he looked to Harry for support.

Harry nodded. "Hermione, come on, you've got to admit he has been acting funny ever since he came back to school." She unfolded her arms and sighed. Harry knew he'd got her now, she couldn't deny that he had been acting strangely ever since arriving back at Hogwarts.

"Obviously he's been different, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's plotting something!"

Ron and Harry stared at each other, their mouths hanging open. He couldn't believe she was still trying to stick up for Malfoy, of all people!

"Why are you so quick to defend him!?" Ron almost snarled. Hermione's eyes flashed and narrowed.

"Why are you so quick to accuse him!?" she retorted. Ron spluttered and stammered as he tried to control himself enough to make a coherent response.

"Siliencio" Hermione hissed, pointing her wand at Ron, who was immediately muted. He stared at Hermione in fury.

"Hermione, come on that's not fair." Harry stood up for his friend, surprised at Hermione's lack of usual composure. She sighed. "It was the only thing I could think of, Madam Pince will through us out otherwise." she explained. Harry had to admit she had a point.

"Ron, if I lift the charm will you promise to let me speak?" she asked him. He stared at her, his expression furious. He nodded once, sharply. "Fine" whispered Hermione.

She and Harry sat, waiting for him to explode but instead, he took a deep breath.

"Explain." he hissed through his teeth. Hermione nodded, looking both relieved and slightly fearful.

"Well, I think that the reason Malfoy has been acting so strange is because he's changed." she said simply.

Ron inhaled sharply, about to start an argument again. Hermione held up her hand, "Wait! There's more!" she cried, eager to prevent his explosion. Ron sat back in his chair, arms folded, jaw clenched, waiting. Hermione sighed. "You've both noticed the differences in him, surely?" she asked them, looking from Harry to Ron.

"He's been avoiding us." Harry said, thoughtful. He hadn't realised it until this moment, but usually he and Malfoy had been involved in many scruples by this time of the year, and so far there hadn't been any. He thought perhaps they were just lucky, but now, he knew it as sure as he had said it, Malfoy was avoiding them. Hermione nodded.

"Yeah but only because he knows what'll happen if he doesn't!" Ron retorted.

"I don't think that's it." Harry said. Ron stared at him. "Well, think about it…That never used to bother him before…why now?"

"Because he doesn't have his lackeys to back him up anymore." Ron stated like it should have been obvious. That was true, Crabbe and Goyle hadn't been glued to his side like before. That was definitely strange. Harry took it to mean that he was just sick of them following him around like lap dogs…but what if there was something else behind it?

"Yeah…that is weird. Why don't they follow him around any more?" Harry wondered aloud.

Hermione cleared her throat a little.

"What? Have you got the answer to that as well?" Ron sneered. Hermione shot him a look that would stop an angry hippogriff in it's tracks and he fell silent.

"I think that he's stopped bothering us, and stopped hanging about with Crabbe and Goyle, and the majority of his house for that matter…because he's changed sides."

Hermione sat back in her chair and looked smug.

Ron, amused, turned to look at Harry just as Harry, flabbergasted, turned to look at Ron, who burst out laughing. Hermione turned red.

"Oh! Oh Hermione! You've really hit the nail on the head there!" He choked out, in between howling laughter. Harry snickered, amused at Ron's reaction and Hermione's ridiculous theory.

"Of course!" Ron turned to Harry, tears shinning in his eyes. "That's why Malfoy's not been bothering us! That's' why he's not talking to anyone in Slytherin!" He took a deep breath. "He's seen the light!" Harry laughed while Ron almost fell off his chair, howling. "Oh Hermione, you're an unconscious comedian." he chuckled, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Well, how else do you explain it?" Hermione hissed, her expression stony. Ron composed himself.

"I don't know, maybe-"

"Exactly!" Hermione almost yelled.

"Shh!" Harry hissed, looking around for the vulture-like librarian.

"Exactly," Hermione began, much quieter. "You don't know because there's no other way to explain it, he's change sides! Think about it! His whole house, give or take a couple of people, ignore him. He's no longer the Slytherin King he used to be, they've shunned him! How else could that be?"

Silence ensued in which Hermione and Ron attempted to stare the other one down. Harry frowned and scratched his head. As unlikely as it seemed, Hermione's theory did explain his strange behaviour. Now that he thought about it, Harry was sure that Malfoy hadn't caused any fights or even insulted anyone in either Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. That was definitely out of character…and if he had changed sides…it would explain it.

He came out of his reverie to hear Ron neither acknowledging nor dismissing Hermione's theory. "Whatever it is, there's definitely something strange going on with Malfoy." He waved his hand casually as he said it. "And whatever it is, no offence, but I don't really care. Can you help me with this essay or what?" he said to Hermione, who sighed and pulled his essay over to read. She continued to point out where he'd gone wrong and cross things out, while Harry sat and stared at his own essay, going over the idea that Malfoy was on their side. Surely, surely Dumbledore would know. If Malfoy had turned his back on Voldemort, he would be defying his parents and most of his house, and would need protection. Sure enough, the more Harry thought about it the more it seemed plausible. Hadn't Hermione just stated that he was avoiding the majority of his house? Perhaps that was for his own protection? They would not have taken easily to his complete betrayal. But…if that were the case…why wasn't he put in another house? Wouldn't that be safer?

Harry shook his head. Ally or not, since when did he have to start taking Malfoy's safety into consideration? Movement in his peripheral vision caught his eye. His eyes snapped around fast enough to spot a certain blonde-haired individual slipping quietly out of the library. His eyebrows raised. Did he now have Malfoy on the brain or was it possible that the very person they had just been discussing had heard every word they'd said?

~~**~~

.:Malfoy:.

Paused in the act of opening his bag, he let the flap fold closed again. So…even the Dream Team had noticed his change. He smiled ruefully, was he really that obvious? Eager to postpone a confrontation, for that was sure to come sooner or later, Draco got up and exited the library, and continued down the corridor to the staircases.

Great, he must be really obvious if the Golden Trio had noticed. He laughed. What was the point of trying to remain inconspicuous anyway? The damage had been done, his whole house shunned him, not that he was complaining. Surely news of his "conversion" had reached his parents? He wondered what they made of it. Did they assume, having not been present when the Dark Lord requested an audience with him, that he was undertaking a mission? He shivered from the memory…of his first meeting with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Continuing down the stairs, his nails dug into his skin as he recalled the first time he set eyes on him. That white, snake-like face with crimson eyes that seemed to pierce your soul, searching out your deepest, darkest secrets and throwing them into plain view. He remembered his terror as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named threatened the life of his parents, should he refuse his task. His immediate revulsion and rejection was, he assumed, masked only by his grief for his parents numbered days. His parents may not have been the best in the world but they were the only ones he would ever have. He had no choice, and The Dark Lord knew it. Would he then, wonder at his supposed conversion or would he assume, like Snape, that this was part of the plan? Feeling a piercing sensation he looked down at his arm and stopped. He'd dug his nails in so hard that they'd left little red dents in his skin. He ran a finger over them absently and took in his surroundings. He'd wandered down into a dark corridor, on the third floor he presumed. How strange, he thought laughing bitterly, without even realising it, he sought out the darkness.

"Lost, Malfoy?"

He spun around at the unexpected voice, reaching into the pocket of his robes. He froze.

Potter stood a few feet behind him. His hand in his robe pocket like Draco's, prepared for a fight. Well, he, Draco, wasn't in the mood. He took his hand out of his pocket and let it drop to his side.

"What do you want, Potter?" he sounded bored, though not as tired as he really was. He wasn't surprised Potter had followed him, but was more surprised that he had failed to notice. He'd have to keep up a better guard.

Potter stood casually, his had still grasped around the wand in his pocket. His eyes were cautious and narrowed behind his glasses.

"Just wondering why you're wandering about on your own in the wrong side of the castle." Potter said.

Draco sighed. Trust Boy Wonder to find him when he really couldn't be bothered with a fight.

"Why, is that any of your business?" Draco said, exasperated. Potter shrugged.

"A Slytherin wandering about where he isn't wanted, yeah I'd say that's my business." he stated.

"Well, fear not oh Chosen One, I was just leaving." Draco smirked, and turned his back on him.

"Hold it!" Potter almost yelled. Draco closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He really wasn't in the mood. He turned around to find Potter standing with his wand pointed directly at him.

"What is it now Potter?" He hissed, his mood getting the better of him.

"You're acting strange." Potter said, not lowering his wand.

"Yes, so I've heard." Draco retorted. Potter's eyes widened momentarily, then narrowed.

"You were in the library." he concluded. Draco nodded.

"And?"

"Why?" Potter said.

"Why was I in the library?" Draco started, a smirk on his face. He'd forgotten how much fun taunting Potter was.

"No, you idiot, you know what I mean!" Potter growled, his grip tightening on his wand as he took a step closer "Why have you been acting strangely?"

Draco scratched his chin. "Strangely how?" He had to hold back a laugh as he watched Potter's temper rise. He was so easy to wind up.

"You know what I mean." he hissed. "Avoiding everyone in your house, Avoiding me-"

"Oh Potter! You noticed!" Draco sneered mockingly. Potter's eyes flashed angrily, and he continued on. "Not having your cronies around you, failing to keep up your usual stream of insults and generally making everyone's life a misery." Potter finished, staring at him expectantly.

"Well…I do try." Draco laughed. Potter was more intuitive than he realised. He usually walked about with blinkers on, this was certainly a change. "It's nice to know my efforts are appreciated." he sneered.

Potter shook his head. "It doesn't make sense." he said, and Draco was unsure whether he was talking to himself or to Draco.

~~**~~

.:Harry:.

This was futile, Malfoy wasn't going to tell him anything.

Trying a different approach, Harry took a step closer, holding his wand steady.

"Why were you in the Forbidden Forrest?" he demanded.

Malfoy's eyes widened and surprise filtered across his face before his eyes narrowed.

"You know, stalking is a punishable crime Potter."

"Just answer the question!" He growled. Malfoy always made him angrier than anyone else. A decent outlet for all his pent up anger. Harry needed this, and hadn't realised how much he'd missed it.

"Why?" said Malfoy, sneering again. That sneer infuriated Harry more than anything else about Malfoy. That face. That air of utter defiance. He pointed his wand straight at Malfoy's heart.

"Because if you don't, I'll curse you into oblivion." he snarled. Malfoy's sneer just got bigger.

"Oh, no!" Malfoy said mockingly, and bit into his nails with an expression of fear. He then rolled his eyes. "Do your worst Potter." He said and withdrew his wand swiftly.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry growled, his wand slashing through the air. Malfoy deflected his spell with a flick of his wand and a jeering laugh.

"Expelliarmus!? Disarming!? That's your worst!? Oh Potter the Dark Lord must be quivering in his boots if that's what you're going to throw at him!" He laughed again.

"You'd know all about that though, wouldn't you." Harry snarled.

Malfoy stopped laughing abruptly and glared at him. "And exactly what is that supposed to mean Potter?" he hissed.

"Come of it Malfoy! You're right there in his pocket!"

Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "I'd advise you to stop talking about things you have no idea, Potter." He dropped his wand. "I've had enough of this, I don't have to stand here and listen to you." he drawled. He turned his back on Harry and marched off, leaving Harry standing alone and even more confused.

Had Malfoy really changed his allegiance?

~~*~~

The next day dawned and after a gruelling morning with double potions, Harry sat in the Great Hall with Ron, having lunch. The table was fairly empty as they had arrived early, bolting from Snape's class the minute they could.

"I'm so glad we get Friday afternoons off," moaned Harry. "I don't think I could take anything else after the bashing we just got off Snape." They'd been instructed to brew a particularly difficult potion, A Revelation Draught, which, according to Snape, had many uses including revealing the true identities of people who were magically disguised and unlocking subconscious or repressed memories, desires and feelings within someone, all differing depending on which incantation you spoke as you stirred the potion.

Only Hermione had managed to brew it perfectly, while Harry's had turned into a grey lump like granite, and Ron's burned a hole though his cauldron. Malfoy, sitting alone at a desk, snickered, while Snape deducted 20 points from Gryffindor for both his and Ron's mishaps.

Needless to say he was not in a good mood when Romilda Vane, a girl in the year below him who'd had a crush on him since he first met her on the train, came over to him.

"Hiya Harry." She grinned.

"Hullo." Harry said sullenly, picking at the food on his plate.

"I heard about Snape in Potions," she sat down beside him and gave him a sympathetic look. "That was harsh."

"Yeah, well…erm, sorry but did you want something?" He said, trying to be polite but seriously not in the mood for her.

"Uh yeah…I was…wondering…if you were going to start up something like the DA again this year?" She said, looking over his left shoulder.

"Uh, well, no. We've got a better teacher this year so I don't think we need to…" he said, puzzled.

"Oh. Oh well that's cool. Look, there's my friends, I better go." She pointed behind Harry and he and Ron turned to see a group of giggling girls watching them. " See you!" Romilda smiled, got up and walked off.

Harry stared, frowning. "That was weird." he muttered.

"Yeah well, she's weird." Ron said, reaching past Harry for a small pitcher of pumpkin juice. He filled a glass for himself and Harry.

"Cheers." Harry said, taking a drink. "Why would she want the D.A to start up again? She didn't join last time and its not as if Umbridge is coming back…" Harry mused.

Ron snorted. "Obviously she just wanted to get closer to you mate. You'd better watch out." he laughed. He drank deeply and sat his empty glass on the table, belching.

"Nice," commented Harry, grinning. He looked around at the now nearly full Hall. "Where's Hermione?"

"She said something about going to the library." Ron explained. Harry chuckled.

"Daft question wasn't it?"

Ron nodded and got up from the table. "Coming to go meet her?"

"Nah, I can't be bothered with the library," Harry winked. "You kids have fun."

Ron blushed scarlet and his ears went red. "I have no idea what you're talking about." he muttered and walked away quickly.

Harry got up then, deciding to pay Dobby the house elf a visit in the Hogwarts kitchen. He took a shortcut through a secret passageway that was concealed by a door pretending to be a solid wall and entered into a short corridor. Suddenly, he felt a strange tingling sensation creep up his back. He looked behind him, but no-one was there. He quickened his pace and carried on down the stairs that would lead him to the corridor with the painting concealing the kitchen entrance. Passing a large tapestry he knew hid another secret passageway, he felt the hairs rise up on the back of his neck and his heart thumped louder. He thought better of looking through it and continued on towards the painting he could see at the end of the corridor.

"Going somewhere Potter?"

Harry heard the familiar, yet unexpected drawl and froze. He spun around, meeting equally familiar grey eyes about five feet away. His own green eyes widened in shock as a powerful wave shook his entire body from head to toe, quickening the pace of his heart further and sending floods of heat throughout his veins. This tremor went unnoticed by Malfoy, who was smirking at him. Harry, entranced, just looked at Malfoy…really looked at him.

It was as if he was seeing him properly for the first time in his life. He noticed that his eyes were not the mundane grey he had previously thought, but that they were almost metallic, with subtle multi-hued shades of blue, green and even purple. Harry swallowed, his throat dry as another wave of inexplicable heat rolled down his spine, almost making him shiver, sending a tingling sensation throughout his veins. Malfoy blinked his long blonde eyelashes and the shadow they made against his cheek made Harry turn his attention to his face. It was not sharp and pointed at all, but expertly chiselled, with high, perfect, angled cheekbones. Harry's heart thundered faster. His assessment of Malfoy had all taken place in about half a minute, but Malfoy was amused by his silence.

Malfoy took a step towards him and raised a perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow.

"Yeah, good comeback Potter. Stare at me. That'll really freak me out." he smirked.

Harry still said nothing, physically unable to find words with Malfoy being close to him, while Malfoy looked at him as though he though he had been Confunded.

He frowned. "Actually, stop it. It is freaking me out." His eyes narrowed and he glared at Harry.

Harry laughed shakily, his heart making the blood pound in his ears. He shook his head slightly.

"You know," Harry said, his mouth strangely dry. "Stalking is a punishable crime Malfoy." He continued to stare at Malfoy's face, entranced by his very presence.

Malfoy frowned. "And staring should be." his hand twitched towards the pocket in his robes. "Have I grown two heads or something Potter?" He cocked his head to the side and stared at Harry, frowning.

Harry merely blinked.

Malfoy withdrew his wand. "Right, now its not just creepy, it's annoying." he muttered.

An intense wave of heat down Harry's spine once again, making him unsteady and light-headed. Without fully meaning to, he grabbed hold of the front of Malfoy's robes, knocking his wand from his hand, spun him round and slammed him into the wall, his fists still curled into the fabric as he held him there.

Malfoy looked surprised but less uncomfortable than he had when Harry simply stared at him. An angry Harry was one he was used to.

"Ouch." Malfoy commented and his breath blew into Harry's face and for a moment, Harry completely froze. His hands clammed up and he stared into Malfoy's eyes once again and an unseen force seemed to grip hold of him and he was shaking furiously.

"What have you done to me?" he demanded in a whisper. Malfoy looked completely dumfounded.

"What are you talking about? You slammed me against a wall!" he hissed back, struggling to get free.

Harry held him there firmly. "Don't lie Malfoy, you've done something to me! I can feel it!" He stared at Malfoy, unsure what expression was etched on his own face.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well, well, well, Potter. Who'd have thought?"

Harry's eyes narrowed in confusion and he curled his fists tighter into Malfoy's robes. "What?" he demanded. His heart hammering. He felt strange, like he was desperate for some kind of release.

"Look, I can't help how you feel, I am extremely beautiful." He smirked and then laughed, his eyes twinkling.

Harry stared at him and his mouth dropped. Shock poured over him like a freezing shower. Was this was that was? A crush!? Was this the reason for the waves of heat and shivers down his spine? He knew it was true. He could feel it…yet…no…this felt like more…this felt unnatural and inescapable. As Harry stared again at Malfoy's perfect face, he saw it dawning with comprehension as he realised the words he spoke in jest, were written in truth all over Harry's face.

He gasped. "Potter, I was joking! What's the matter with you!? Let me go now!" a slight edge of panic had found it's way into Malfoy's voice and Harry realised him immediately, his hands falling at his sides, but he did not retreat. Malfoy tried to back further into the wall.

"What's happening to me?" Harry whispered, more to himself than anyone else. Malfoy looked as though he was thinking exactly the same thing. Harry closed his eyes, hoping the feeling would fade in the darkness behind his lids. But, he could almost feel that Malfoy was near him. A quickening in his pulse and the jittering in his stomache told him he was close by…very close by. Harry's eyes flashed open and met Malfoy's wide ones.

Harry's arm reached out slowly and shakily. Malfoy stared at it like it was an alien, his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. Harry's hand closed around the material of Malfoy's sleeve and his heart quickened. He could feel it hammering against his ribs, as though it was fighting to escape. Malfoy continued to stare at him, as if the same power that compelled Harry to act, had frozen him where he stood.

"What are you doing!?" Malfoy whispered, shock evident in his face. Harry blinked, his breathing uneasy.

"I don't know." he answered honestly. His eyes burned into Malfoy's. He took one deliberate step closer, so that their noses were almost touching. "I think I've been cursed…I can't control this." he admitted, transfixed by Malfoy's eyes. He felt like he was falling slightly to the side, lost in the ebbing sea of colours in Malfoy's eyes. His attention was diverted to Malfoy's lips. They had parted slightly as he inhaled sharply, and Harry could no longer stand it. He leaned in, quickly capturing Malfoy's lips in his own and his eyes fluttered closed. The minute they made contact it felt as though sparks were going off in Harry's mouth. A shocked gasp fell from Malfoy's lips and it made Harry's lips tingle. Harry kissed him deeply, his entire being almost purring with the rightness he felt. Malfoy remained unresponsive and frozen, and Harry was keen to make him respond. He pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth, and licked along it with his tongue, but Malfoy's lips did not part and give him the access he wanted. He felt Malfoy move slightly and, afraid he was about to break the kiss and push Harry away, Harry tangled his hand in Malfoy's beautifully soft golden hair and wrapped his other arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Malfoy remained frozen, but Harry could feel his heart pounding against his own and held on tighter.

Malfoy seemed to come to his senses and Harry felt him push hard at his chest Harry growled into Malfoy's mouth and pushed against his lips with his tongue. Malfoy's hands fell limp for a second and then pushed back against his chest, forcing Harry away.

They broke apart, panting. Malfoy stared at Harry with shock and horror in his eyes, while Harry stared back with the exact same expression. He backed away.

"I-I-don't know why-" he began, but Malfoy slammed him against the opposite wall and curled his hard around his throat. Harry gasped for breath.

"How dare you," Malfoy hissed, menacingly. "How dare you, attack me like that! And claiming to be cursed!" he snorted snidely.

Harry blinked. The close contact was sending his pulse racing again.

"Malfoy I-I'm sorry-" Harry choked out.

"Oh you're SORRY!?" Malfoy almost yelled. "You're SORRY!? Ohh… Well that makes everything FINE!" he actually did yell the last word in Harry's face, who closed his eyes in a grimace at the increased volume.

"Malfoy I-I think I've been cursed and if you don't-"

"What?" Malfoy sneered. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kiss you again." Harry said firmly, with a mixture of both longing and reluctance, and he grabbed Malfoy by the back of his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Malfoy, surprised by the suddenness of a second assault on his lips, stumbled and fell against Harry. Harry gasped at the feeling of Malfoy's body pressed upon his own and it made him hungry for more. His grip tightened on the back of Malfoy's neck and he swiftly changed their positions, so that Malfoy was pressed against the wall again. Malfoy, again remained frozen while Harry kissed him harshly, trying to force a response out of him. His lips were set in a firm line against Harry's. Part of his brain was screaming at him that he was under some sort of curse and that he must come to his senses. Another part was screaming that he wasn't close enough to Malfoy. Malfoy seemed to remember that he had full use of his limbs and attempted to force Harry off him again. Harry growled and pinned both of Malfoy's arms against his sides, leaning Malfoy's head back for a better angle.

Malfoy twisted his head away from Harry, breaking contact with his lips. Harry, disgruntled by this, though by no means put off, started to lay kisses down Malfoy's jaw before nibbling on his ear.

Malfoy gasped. "Potter!" The shock was evident in his voice. He struggled, but Harry ignored him.

"Let me go!" Malfoy demanded, his voice strained and breathy. Harry released him and backed away, feeling a blush flood his face.

"I-I-sorry!" He gasped, seeming once again shocked at his own actions.

Malfoy remained against the wall, staring at Harry in shock and disbelief.

"What in the hell was all that about!?" he demanded again.

Harry backed further away, feeling it was safer to put some distance between them lest he ravish Malfoy again. He licked his lips at the thought.

"I told you, I've been cursed!" he admitted, unable to find another explanation.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "By who? I'll kill them for subjecting me to this!" he growled angrily.

Harry hung his head, ashamed of his actions. But he didn't know who or what had cursed him.

"I don't know."

"Then how do you know you're cursed?" Malfoy asked, sneering, though the shock still hadn't gone from his face.

"Because I didn't feel like this when we were in potions and all of a sudden you turn up behind me and this…this force takes hold of me and I can't…I can't stop myself!" Harry explained honestly, his face burning.

Malfoy frowned, mulling this over.

"Why would someone curse you into molesting me?" he asked critically, backing away along the wall.

Harry's blood boiled. Malfoy was being infuriating, why couldn't he just accept it!

"I don't know do I!? They must have wanted to torture me!" he said, glaring.

"Oh thank god," Malfoy sighed, "so that was as bad for you as it was for me? I thought you were enjoying that sick attack." He watched Harry's expression as another blush flooded him.

Malfoy gasped. "You did enjoy it!" Harry shuffled his feet.

"Well it's not my fault! I can't control what this is making me feel!" he defended himself, glaring at Malfoy.

"You'll just have to bloody well learn how to control it!" he said, picking his wand up from the floor where it had fallen.

Harry watched him and felt the desire to grab him and kiss him well up inside him again. He closed his eyes in a grimace. He cold only just bear it.

"We need to figure out a way to fix this." he said softly.

"We? We aren't going to do anything. You are going to sort yourself out and I am going to stay as far away from you as I can and not get involved." Malfoy stated.

"You might not of noticed, but you're already kind of involved Malfoy." Harry said coldly.

Malfoy glared at him. "I'm getting out of here. Find a way to fix this." He told Harry, before turning on his heel and leaving as fast as he could without breaking into a run.

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A/N: Please review! And thanks for reading :D Story still in progress, and many more chapters to come (i hope)