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A/N: I never really intended for this story to be more than a one-shot. But I didn't feel like it was finished and also had someone ask if I was going to write more, so I decided to.

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"Class dismissed."

Snape's voice filled the room as the students packed up their books in a hurry. Harry had always hated the potions classroom. It was so cold and uninviting, almost like it had taken on the personality of Snape. He could never wait to get out of there.

"Come on, Harry, hurry up," urged Ron, who stood waiting with Hermione.

"I am hurrying," replied Harry. "I want to go to dinner as much as you do."

Most of the students had left when Harry's bag slid off the table, causing all of its contents to spill out onto the floor. He must have knocked it while he was rushing. He and Ron groaned in unison. Harry dropped to his knees to pick up his books and everything else that had ended up on the floor.

"You two can go," he explained to Ron and Hermione. "I'll catch up with you later."

"Are you sure?" asked Hermione. "I don't mind waiting."

"I do!" retorted Ron. "We're having pumpkin pie tonight!"

So Ron and Hermione left as Harry impatiently gathered his things.

"Come, Hermione," Ron exclaimed as he opened the door for the pair of them. "I'm so hungry!"

Hermione rolled her eyes as she hurried after him. "Honestly, Ron, slow down!"

The door slammed behind them.

Harry was gathering his quills when he thought he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye.

'It must be Snape,' he concluded, because the students would have surely left for dinner. Pumpkin pie was a rarity, and Harry was hoping there'd be some left for him by the time he arrived at Gryffindor's table.

"Such a klutz, Potter," came a voice that was all too familiar to Harry. He didn't even have to turn his head.

"Bugger off, Malfoy," he replied.

"Oh, come on, Potter," Malfoy continued. "No need to be so nasty."

He walked over to Harry, and sat on a desk while looking down at him. Harry placed the last book in his bag and stood up. His eyes met Draco's.

"I'm kind of in a hurry," he explained. "I don't have time to listen to you mock my clumsiness."

Harry stormed towards the door, but Draco bet him to it, blocking his way.

"Where have you got to hurry to?" Draco asked. Harry backed up a few steps.

"Dinner, of course," Harry explained and sighed, adding, "Malfoy, is it really necessary for you to bug me every chance you get?"

But Malfoy didn't say anything. He just proceeded to follow Harry's steps. Harry stepped backward, Malfoy stepped foward...

Harry bumped into one of the desks, stopping him from going any further. Draco stepped closer and closer, his eyes fixed on Harry's. He noticed that they were a lovely shade of emerald. He had never been this close to Harry to notice that before. He crept closer and closer, until their bodies were touching. Harry's heart was racing.

"Listen, Malfoy," Harry managed to utter. "If you're going to hit me, just go ahead and do it."

He closed his eyes, expecting a punch (and looking foward to punching Draco back), but instead felt Draco lips press against his own. Harry's eyes shot open and his first instinct took over as he pushed Draco away. A horrified look occupied Harry's face as he tried to decipher what had just happened. Draco walked back to Harry, grabbed his waist, and tried to kiss him again - but Harry pushed him away once more.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." began Harry. "What do you think you're doing, Draco?"

Draco laughed. "Kissing you."

"And why are you kissing me?"

Draco moved closer. "Because I want to."

Harry was thoroughly confused. "So, just because you feel like it, you think you can kiss me whenever you want?" he asked.

Draco continued to approach Harry. "Well, today presented me with an unpassable opportunity. Here you were, all alone, without Weasley or Granger attatched to your hip. I'd been waiting for a time like this. So I took advantage of it."

Draco was face to face with Harry now, and they stared deeply into eachother's eyes. He got to admire those gorgeous emerald gems once again. Harry tried to push him away.

"Tsk, tsk. Don't fight," demanded Draco, as his face crept closer towards Harry's.

Their lips met again. Harry still felt conflicted, but to his suprise, he didn't pull away.

He was lost in the moment, and all he could think about was how surprisingly gentle Draco was being. Draco sucked on Harry's lower lip, then gently kissed them both again. He parted his lips slightly, and Harry did the same once he realised Draco had. Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth - he felt exhilarated. Meanwhile, Harry felt like his whole body tingled whenever Draco's tongue touched his own. Their tongues wrestled, while their hands searched eachothers bodies. Draco grasped the back of Harry's neck as their tongues continued to explore eachother's mouths.

Draco wasn't as gentle as he had led on. Their kiss was becoming more intense as they wildly ravished eachother with their tongues and sucked at eachothers lips. Harry let out a groan - it may have been Malfoy he was kissing, but it felt so fucking good. In this moment, he tried his best not to question why this was happening and to instead enjoy it.

Draco couldn't get enough of Harry. All he could think about was how good Harry tasted, and how he so badly wanted to just rip off his clothes and have him right then and there. But that proved impossible once their kiss was interrupted by the door suddenly swinging open.

"Harry, are you still in-" began a voice.

Harry and Draco pulled apart as quickly as they could, but it was too late. Ron had seen everything. Their bodies were still up against eachother, and Draco's hands had ventured down to Harry's hips.

"Harry, what are you... What...?" Ron managed to spit out after a moments silence.

Draco pushed Harry away and exclaimed in a sarcastic manner, "Damn, Potter! Keep your hands to yourself."

He pointed at Ron. "Lucky you came barging in here, Weasley. Was beginning to get worried he'd try to fuck me or something."

Harry was speechless. He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Draco's mouth, or that he'd been kissing it only moments ago.

Draco picked up his bag and headed towards the door. Ron remained there, practically frozen. Draco patted him on the back as he walked out and added, "Thanks, mate."

Draco left and the door slammed shut behind him. Harry picked up his bag and made his way over to Ron who was still glued in the same spot and looked like he's been Stupefied.

Harry finally managed to speak. "Ron, I can explain."

But Ron just shook his head. "I don't think I want to know. Let's just go to dinner."

"Can you do me a favour?" Harry asked.

"Okay," Ron answered.

"Please, don't tell anyone," Harry continued. "Especially Hermione. She really dislikes Draco, and she'd never let me live it down."

"You don't need to worry about that," Ron replied, and Harry felt much more at ease. "I don't think I want to relive this by repeating it to Hermione."