A Little Something New

A/N: Before you read further, I have to admit that I have NEVER written on this subject before. I will start off by saying I am… inexperienced. I have only EVER had one partner. I am straight. This fiction, however, is NOT. If this sort of relationship bothers you, hit the back button now and read one of my other wonderful fictions. Angry homophobes will not be tolerated. Everyone has a right to write whatever they choose, myself included. Be kind when/if you review. This is uncharted waters for me.

Disclaimer: I have created plenty in my short time here, just not HP.

Chapter One: Applesauce

It was nice outside, which didn't explain the lack of students out and about the school grounds. Harry knew that many, like his best friends Ron and Hermione, were shut away inside studying. It just didn't make sense on a beautiful day like today. He had suggested they study outside but Hermione had other plans and insisted the library. Ron went along, trailing after her like a puppy and Harry was left on his own. He had his broom and he fully intended on taking advantage of this warm fall day. He mounted his broom and flew around the Quidditch pitch, enjoying the solace that flying allotted him. He glanced down at the stands, surprised to see he wasn't alone.

"What are you doing there, Malfoy?" Harry inquired suspiciously as he flew a mere meter from where Draco was sitting. He looked up at Harry.

"What's it to you, Potter?" Draco asked as he reached inside a brown paper bag, retrieving a small bowl with a lid. Draco pulled back the lid, exposing the bowl's contents. Draco looked up. "Ever have applesauce before?"

"Yeah," Harry said as he remained hovering on his broom.

"But have you ever had Agatha Apple's Applesauce?" Draco asked. "She'd be the most famous applesauce maker if it weren't for the fact that she was a muggle."

"Can't say that I have, Malfoy," Harry said. He was readying to take off but hesitated as Draco dipped the spoon into the thick applesauce.

"Do you want to try some?" Draco wondered aloud as he put the spoon in his mouth. Harry, having skipped lunch, was suddenly starved and landed a few feet from Draco. "I only have one spoon, so don't go slobbering on it."

"Why are you being nice?" Harry asked curiously as Draco placed the bowl in his hand. Their fingers brushed and Draco's cheek went from their nearly translucent cream to a blushing pink. Harry could feel the charge that seemed to be in the air.

"Because no one is around to catch me being nice," Draco said quickly as he pulled back his hand. "I can be a nice guy when I want to."

"Just like I can be a prick when I want to," Harry agreed. Draco nodded slightly. Harry spooned some of the applesauce in his mouth. It was the best he had ever eaten. "This is really good."

"See, I told you," Draco said. For ten minutes, the boys sat in silence together, polishing off the bowl of applesauce. When it was done, and the spoon had been licked clean, Harry stood.

"I… I guess I will see you around," Harry said. Draco shrugged, shoving the bowl and spoon back in the bag.

Harry couldn't believe that he couldn't get him out of his head. It was Draco! Of all the people in the world he could be fantasizing about, why him? Why now? It just didn't make sense. Well, fantasizing was a bit extreme. That would mean Harry had an imagination. He was more like reliving an earlier scene between them. They had shared a bowl of applesauce together. A seemingly harmless thing! Harry rested his head on the library table, hoping to block Hermione's chastising of Ron. He opened his eyes to see Draco staring back at him. Harry felt his heart skip a beat.

Draco, surrounded by his friends, seemed to hear nothing of what they said but instead stared directly at Harry. There was something in the way that those steely gray eyes met the green emerald eyes of Harry. There was some sort of threat, though Harry couldn't be sure. It seemed like forever before Draco pulled his gaze from Harry and focused on Pansy. Harry felt an uncomfortable stab of something as she played with Draco's hair. Harry's stomach clenched as he thought first of jealousy.

"I'll see you later," Harry said suddenly as he pulled his head from the table and shoved his books back into his bag. Hermione barely looked up as she waved him off. Harry headed out the library door and into the first boy's bathroom he came to. He dropped his bag on the floor and turned the water on, dipping his hands into the coolness that spilled from the silver taps.

"It doesn't help," a voice said from behind him. Harry froze, the water spilling between his fingers. Harry turned ever so slightly, glancing at Draco over his shoulder.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked as he continued to look. Draco was calm as he walked toward Harry, resting up against the sink next to the one Harry inhabited.

"The water won't help," Draco said in his quiet, drawling way that he spoke. "I've been trying to drown feelings I have since I can remember, but the water won't help."

"What do you know about it?" Harry asked as he continued to bring the water up to his face, his body bent over the sink. Draco dropped down a bit, his mouth level with Harry's ear.

"I know you've been staring at me," Draco whispered heavily in Harry's ear. Harry shivered involuntarily.

"Plotting against you," Harry lied. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" Draco said coolly. Harry righted himself, looking at Draco. It surprised him how unnaturally close they were standing. They could feel each other's breath on their faces.

It wasn't clear to Harry what happened next. One minute, they were glaring at each other, the next they were locked at the mouth, their tongues wrestling. Harry had never yearned so much to be with a person as he was when with Draco that moment. Draco was the first to pull away.

"I didn't know you cared so much," Draco drawled with a smirk as he wiped his bottom lip with his thumb. Draco repeated this action, drawing his thumb across Harry's bottom lip. "We should probably keep this little thing between us."

"Like I'd tell," Harry said quickly. Draco raised an eyebrow at him.

"So you know, Potter," Draco said coolly. "I'm not gay."

"Neither am I," Harry defended. Draco smirked again, his eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, I didn't believe it fully when I said it myself, either," Draco said as he started to walk away. He looked back at Harry, who was now leaning against the sink in complete silence. Harry nodded at him once.

"We should, uh, do this again sometime," Harry said quickly as if he couldn't believe he was suggesting it. A surprised little smile crossed Draco's face.

"I'd like that," Draco said. He opened the door to the bathroom. "I'll see you around."