Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not profit off this story.

Warnings: SLASH M/M (don't like don't read), Post DH, and slight AU.

AN: Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors etc. This story does not currently have a beta.

Polyjuice Jinx

Chapter One: The Incident with Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy was walking down the street of Diagon Alley with a quick glance around he made his way to Knockturn Alley to sell some unwanted items at his mother's request. "Hey Malfoy, you're looking smart today." A calm voice stated from a side alley way. Draco sharply turned his head towards the voice. "Who's there?" He asked, doing his best to keep his voice even and added a hint of disdain. In all truth, he hated going anywhere near Knockturn Alley by himself so this adventure had already put him on edge. The voice gave a low chuckle that resounded in the air. "What, can't The Boy Who Lived just say 'hi'?"

"Potter?" Draco asked in disbelief, astounded the Golden Boy was anywhere near Knockturn Alley. Harry stepped away from the shadows giving Malfoy a misplaced cocky grin that mirrored the blonde's. "Were you expecting the other Boy Who Lived?"

"So sorry Saint Potter, I figured you were too good for this part of town." Draco sneered while rolling his eyes at Harry's ego. It was one of the many things on his never ending list that he hated about Harry Potter. "Don't be like that, Malfoy" Harry chided, gently grasping the blonde boy's chin.

"What have I ever done to you?" He whispered into the pureblood's ear that was turning a lovely shade of pink. Draco roughly shoved the other boy away, his arms held up in an attempt to put space between the two. "What the hell is wrong with you Potter?" His voice uncharacteristically cracked. In turn, Harry firmly grasped Draco's arm, pulling him further into the alleyway before pinning him against the cold stone wall. Harry pressed his forehead against Draco's, the smile still stretching across his face. Before Draco could protest, The Boy Who Lived smashed his lips against the pureblood's, delighted at the unsuspecting squeak that left the blonde's mouth. Draco froze in panic, what was one suppose to do when Harry Potter shoved his tongue down your throat? Once he had come to his senses, the blonde bit down harshly on the other boy's lip, violently pushing him away in the process and ripping out a handful of Draco's fine blonde hairs. Blood flew from the nasty cut that adorned Harry's lip, splashing onto Draco's cloak in the process.

"Stay the bloody hell away from me, Potter." Draco growled, his wand now finding its proper place into his hand. He slowly backed away, wand pointed at Harry as he was unnerved that Potter was still smiling despite his new injury. "Until next time, Malfoy." Harry stated, throwing the frazzled blonde a wink before Disapparating.

Draco stared at where Harry once stood, unsure if he was dreaming or in a nightmarish reality. Considering he could still feel and taste the essence of Potter on his lips, it was definitely the latter and he had a feeling even the strongest cleansing charm would rid him of the taste. To say he was shaken was putting it lightly; Draco had never been so freaked out in his life. Hell, at least the Dark Lord never tried to kiss him. Unknowingly, his feet seemed to move on their own making their way to Borgin and Burkes to complete the task his mother has asked of him as his mind tried to logically work out why Harry Potter would want to kiss him. It was obvious he was good looking, that wasn't even a question. But to his knowledge Potter and he had a mutual hatred of each other and he was fairly sure the scar head was dating that blood traitor Ginny Weasley.

A small bell chimed as Draco entered Borgin and Burkes; swiftly he made his way to the counter, placing what looked to be a jewelry box in front of Mr. Borgin. "Good evening young master Malfoy, what can I do for you today?"

"I'm selling today." Malfoy deadpanned, not interested in idle chatter. Borgin examined the items, his eyes shining with glee with the rarity of the items brought in. "I haven't got all day." Draco groused, which was true he did promise to meet Blaise and Pansy at The Leaky Cauldron after he finished the errand. Quickly, Draco gathered up the gallons Borgin had given him, not even caring to check the amount as money was never an issue.

His mind kept wandering back to Potter, the infamous Boy Who Lived and Savior of the Wizarding World. The pureblood hadn't seen him since The Battle of Hogwarts; they had only exchanged letters as Potter had returned his wand. He supposed he would be seeing more of the boy since he was speaking on behalf of his parents at their upcoming trial, until then the pair remained on house arrest. The point still remained that Potter had kissed him, and not a peck or an accidentally graze of the lips, but a full blown snogging session had just occurred. His mind was in a daze and he could not logically conclude why Harry Potter of all people would wish to kiss him. Perhaps it was a dare? Or Potter was under the influence of some potion that tasted of Treacle Tart? Either way, it was going to nag at him until he figured out the answer.

Draco had wandered back to Diagon Alley and instantly felt some of the weight lift from his shoulders, but his mind was still racing with thoughts about Potter. His feet lead him to The Leaky Cauldron and thankfully Pansy had listened and had gotten a table towards the back of the bustling pub. The blonde headed straight for the table tucked away in the corner and quickly seated himself across from Pansy and Blaise. "Why are you so twitchy today?" Blaise asked, his lips betraying his concern as they were curved in amusement. Draco glared at Blaise and he heard Pansy suppress a giggle. "Don't you get cheeky with me." He replied coolly. "I'm thirsty." Draco stated looking directly at the dark skinned boy.

"Guess it's a good thing I already ordered our drinks then." He replied dully and as if on cue three Butterbeers arrived at their table. Pansy sipped at her drink while the boys stared each other down, clearing her throat to gain their attention. "So Draco, how are your parents doing?"

"Yeah, their trail is coming up isn't it?" Blaise added. The blonde nodded. "Their doing as well as can be expected and I'm just happy they aren't in Azkaban."

"Speaking of, isn't Potter suppose to speak on their behalf?" Pansy asked her face twisted up slightly after saying the boy's name. Draco, who was taking a drink at the time, began to choke causing a fit of coughs he tried to muffle with a napkin. Blaise jumped up and slapped him on the back in hopes of stopping Draco's spasms and when they subsided he soothingly stroked the blonde's back. "Way to almost kill him." The boy muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry Draco; I'll go get you another drink."

The two watched her leave and with a quick flick of his wand Blaise casted a Silencing Charm around their table. "Okay, seriously what the hell is wrong with you? You're drawing attention to our table."

"I ran into Potter on the way here."

Blaise raised his brow. "And? Surely the sight of him isn't enough to make you so flustered. "

"He kissed me." Draco quickly murmured, his eyes downcast and examining the table. Blaise didn't respond immediately and the silence was eating away at the blonde's insides. "I'm sorry; did you just say what I think you said? That Harry Potter kissed you?" He asked his voice deadly calm. Draco numbly nodded. Suddenly, Blaise yanked Draco from the table and dragged him into the bathroom, casting another Silencing Charm as well as a Locking Charm. Draco's eyes were wide and watering; he didn't understand why Blaise was so angry.

"Why the fuck is there blood on your cloak? Did he hurt you? I swear to Merlin I will hex him." Blaise growled, slamming a stall door in the process. Draco had shrunk back into a corner since it was so rare for Blaise to get upset; usually it was the other way around. "N-no he didn't hurt me, Blaise and it's his blood not mine. I bit him once I realized he was kissing me."

Blaise took a deep breath and Draco could tell he was trying to calm down. "Tell me exactly what happened." He stated, his voice a little rough from yelling. Draco recounted his trip to Knockturn Alley and how Potter had pulled him into an alley and tried to snog his face off. Blaise merely stared at the blonde as if he was going to explain further and after an awkward paused realized Draco was done talking. "Are you sure it was Potter? Maybe he was drunk or under some spell or potion."He tried to reason. Draco narrowed his eyes at Blaise. "He wasn't bloody drunk, he tasted like Treacle Tarts!"

"I don't even know what to say." Blaise dumbly stated which caused Draco to roll his eyes. "Well?"

"Well, what?" Draco snapped at Blaise's vague question. "Did you like it?" The blonde's blue eyes were the size of saucers. "I-"

"What in Merlin's name are you two doing in here?" Pansy shrieked while breaking the charms Blaise had casted. "Blaise I know you care about your appearance to a ridiculous degree, but you've been in here for at least fifteen bloody minuets. Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to keep a lady waiting?" Blaise gave Pansy a dispassionate grunt, pushing his way past her and back to the table. "Why must he be so difficult?" She sighed. "Well don't just stand there, march your arse back to the table." Draco wordlessly rushed past Pansy and went start to the table, not wanting to be the victim of her wrath any longer.

The three enjoyed a small lunch together, discussing how they were all doing now that most of the issues with the war had been resolved. They had all agreed to not return to Hogwarts to complete their seventh year, as it was optional. Apparently many were too traumatized by the events that had taken place and The Carrows didn't help any. They had done what most witches and wizards had done and that was taking a proficiency exam that deemed them knowledgeable of the entire Hogwarts curriculum. Of course the Slytherins had not come out unscathed, especially Draco since Lord Voldemort actually lived in his house. He was very lucky to be deemed too young and impressionable as well as having no solid evidence of his alleged wrong doings to society. Then there was the scene with Pansy at the battle and let's just say no one was a fan of her after her outburst about sending Potter to his death.

In truth, Blaise was the only one who remained in the same social standing as he was truly indifferent to everyone in the world. It was a rough patch that most were going through right now, but all that mattered was that they were alive and would move on with their lives. The three finished up and said their goodbyes, Pansy being the first to Disapparate. Blaise hung back staring Draco down with his large brown eyes. "Think about what I asked you and when you come to a conclusion you know where to find me." With that said, Blaise Disapparated leaving Draco alone to think about the question, did he like that Harry Potter had kissed him?