Authors Notes: Yes I know I should be writing the next chapter of Nightingale but I got sidetracked, if you don't like Boy/Boy then don't read plz and if you do then don't flame. You should know by now that this wont stop and you should just accept it and move on with your life. This is my first Boy/Boy fanfic and I hope you all enjoy. In this story Harry and Draco are what…20? Yeah something like that and it's after the war, but my story isn't focusing on the war so wtv.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harry Potter because if I did not to many would know about it or it would be famous because a lot ppl would burn it in reaction of what I would do to the characters in it.

Meaningless Kiss

"Are you gay?"

He paused, stunned momentarily out of the mechanical routine he had been doing for the past few hours, before returning back to reality and placing the silk shirt into the drawer. He reached back into the shopping bag and pulled another piece of clothing to put away, hoping that the silence would make the other person drop the subject.

"Are you gay Malfoy?"

Apparently not. Sighing, he placed his hands on the edge of his bed and turned to face the insistent individual standing at his doorway. As soon as they're eyes met he couldn't help but compare the two of them. He had eyes full of colour that shone every emotion he felt out like a beacon, Draco however had colourless ones, that covered, hid and shielded every emotion from view.

"What's it to you Potter?"

There was a silence again and this time it was Potter who looked away, half in embarrassment, half because he couldn't stand looking into those soul piercing eyes.

"Nothing, sorry I asked."

He shrugged and left the room, leaving Draco feeling as if that question was just a beginning to something bigger, something more complicated than it first started out to be.

He turned back to what he was doing, he had been a bit sharp with the man, something he shouldn't have done after Potter had been nice enough to invite him into his home after Malfoy Manor had been burned down. Sighing, Draco placed a hand on his forehead and decided he'd been thinking about Potter's feelings longer than necessary.

No matter if that question had struck a cord.

It was maybe a week later when Draco realized that something bigger was happening than what Potter was pretending it not to be. They had talked, played a game of chess and Draco had even helped clean out a few rooms in the dreaded house that once belonged to his cousin, but he had passed off Potter's friendliness and compliance as the natural way of acting, as a host, to a guest living in your home. However, Draco did not expect the surprise, the hurt and the look of betrayal he got when Potter caught him kissing another man in front of Number 12 Grimmauld Place after a night of partying at a bar.

No…Draco did not expect to see that look on Potter and he did not expect the gut wrenching guilt that hit him as he watched Potter close the door behind him silently, as if he had never seen Draco's lips willingly on another mans.

Well it certainly answered his question.

It was probably a few days later when Draco sucked up enough courage to confront Potter. It was early in the morning and he was awake making breakfast when Draco strolled in and took a seat at the table.

"Good morning."

Potter said, as if nothing happened those few short days ago, and he shot a smile in Draco's direction. He felt his heart beat a bit faster at the look, but he waved it away as nerves and he continued to stare at Potter, analyzing his every move, wondering if he felt as nervous as Draco did.

"Good morning Harry."

He said it deliberately and he watched in fascination as the hand on the frying pan froze and the man, that had been a few seconds ago placing bacon on said pan, shoot a startled glance at Draco's direction, as if unable to believe he had uttered that word.

Draco gave him a small smile, a bit amused at his shock, after all, he had proved to him that Malfoys' could be amiable those first few months after his arrival. Potter looked away quickly, a blush staining his cheeks, and went back to cooking the bacon.

"I have a question to ask you Harry."

He said again, this time testing the feel of saying his once arch-rivals first name. It wasn't unpleasant, quite the contrary, it gave him a pleasing feeling to know that their relationship had grown to a point where old feelings were forgotten and instead, they were left with this odd feeling of belonging. He watched as Harry sent him a look, swallowing nervously at the gaze Draco had fixated on him.

"Yes?"

Smirking, Draco got up from the kitchen table, and strode over to where Harry stood, casually laying a hand on the pans handle, exactly where Harry's hand was., the other on the counter, effectively trapping him in a corner.

He watched as Harry swallowed nervously, looking away from Draco so as to not meet his gaze, and Draco could only smirk even more at this. He didn't realize until that day that he was attracted to Harry, well he already knew that he wanted to fuck him against the wall, but he hadn't realised that he liked Harry, as a person, and that he was surprisingly afraid to lose what they had made together.

Lifting his hand off the counter, he unconsciously swept a loose strand of hair off Harry's forehead, still immersed in his musings as he stared at the flushed face in front of him. Startled, Harry glanced up to meet his gaze and Draco knew, that this time, he would not be able to look away.

"Wha…What did you want to ask me?"

His voice trembled nervously as he said that, but still Draco gazed at him with that serious expression on his face that clearly told him he had not heard his question.

Leaning over, Draco softly kissed his lips and, when Harry gasped in surprised, he dipped back in and pressed a little more firmly, still giving him, what he hoped, a tender embrace. His eyes remained open, so were Draco's, and he let his barriers fall so that Harry could see everything he had been hiding. He raised his hands to Harry's face and gently caressed his cheeks before pulling away.

"Are you in love with me Harry?"

Harry sputtered, already flushed from the kiss, before he glanced away, only to look back at Draco, his eyes sparking up in anger and oddly, Draco knew it was because he thought all Draco had done was a joke he was playing on him.

"Because I think I might be falling for you."

And with that, all the anger, surprise and hurt that Harry had felt for the past few days and at the thought he was playing him disappeared.

"But what about…you know…the other guy?"

"It was a meaningless kiss Potter," he said tiredly as he idly ran a finger up and down Harry's cheek, the man was oddly soft. "After all, what am I supposed to do when I couldn't have you?"

"Oh…"

Harry paused, looking away, his blush darkening and Draco gazed down with a look, that he'd kill if anyone else saw, of adoration.

"I do believe your bacon is burning though Harry."

THE END

Well, there you go it's the end, I tried to show how Draco was NOT in love with him but he's falling for him. That's why no crazy hot kiss because he's still testing the waters and yes he wants to screw Harry but that's just lust NOT love. I just want to clear that up in case some decides to add that in a critique of my story. gives people a look

NO FLAMES!!!

I might post up a sequel…I've had a thought about what it'll be about. Your reviews will convince me.