A/N: Uhh so this took me a good few hours, if there's any spelling mistakes or incorrect grammar then don't be scared to tell me, I don't bite, also uh let me know whether you like it or not. Thanks :)

"Malfoy!" Harry Potter screamed at the white haired boy from across the pitch. Oh, he was in for it now. How dare he send a bludger straight at the Boy Who Lived? It was like treason. Malfoy lifted his head to sneer at Harry. The darker boy quickly lost his temper, and marched across the Quidditch pitch to come face to face with the former Death Eater.

"Is there a problem, Potter?" Malfoy snarled, and Harry had a right mind to punch him straight in the face.

"What the hell are you playing at?" Harry's voice was close to a screech. "You could've killed me!"

"Isn't that the point?" Malfoy and his cronies burst into malicious laughter. Harry gave the taller boy a rough shove, and the stunned opponent stumbled backwards into Zabini and Goyle. Harry chuckled and turned away, only to be grabbed by the arm and violently spun around by a fuming Malfoy.

"How dare you?" he shouted at Harry, and Harry had a hunch that Malfoy's 'honour' had been hurt.

"Let him go!" said the voice of Hermione from behind him. Harry turned his head to see his two best friends approaching. Ron grabbed Harry's arm and prised it from Malfoy's grip. "Don't you dare hurt him." Hermione warned.

Malfoy spat on the ground. "Wouldn't dream of it." He sped off of the pitch, his cronies following close behind. Harry glared at Ron, annoyed that he'd intervened when Harry could have sorted Malfoy out himself.

Hermione gave Harry a meaningful look and they all walked up to the castle in silence. When they reached the grand staircase, Ron cleared his throat. "So er…we saw what Malfoy did with the bludger. Bang out of order if you ask me."

Harry scoffed. "I didn't ask you." Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. "I mean, thanks Ron, but I can fight my own battles in the future."

Ron scowled. "Suit yourself." And with that he raced up the staircase to the 8th year common room, leaving Hermione and Harry alone to wander up slowly behind him. For a while there was an awkward silence as they made their way up the steps. Hermione was the first to speak.

"He didn't mean anything by it, Harry. We both thought that Malfoy was going to seriously hurt you. He was trying to help, that's all." She patted Harry awkwardly on the arm.

"Thanks, 'Mione. Malfoy wasn't going to hurt me though. He knows I could do much worse to him." They had reached the portrait entrance to their common room. Both of them stopped. Harry hugged Hermione. "Grasshopper" he called, and the portrait opened up, revealing a large white room with black furnishings. Home sweet home.

They entered together, and Hermione linked arms with Ron, who was sulking in a corner. The cronies from the Quidditch pitch were dotted about their leader, probably awaiting instructions. Malfoy was sat on the arm of the couch, and upon seeing Harry he rose to his feet.

Draco Malfoy was not one to forgive and forget. In fact, after the war he made it his mission to find Harry Potter and continue what he had being doing the past several years; being a complete and utter ass. Draco knew that Potter hated him. He saw no reason to grovel, to beg for forgiveness. So he didn't.

He strutted over to Potter, not knowing quite what he was going to say, but certain that it wasn't going to be friendly.

"Was there something you wanted, Malfoy?" Draco hated that Potter never addressed him by his first name. His surname was just a reminder of his father, the Death Eater. After the war, Draco and his mother left his father, and Lucius Malfoy became a drunk. Narcissa changed her surname back to Black, to rid herself of any connection to him. Draco kept his name, but still hated the way that Potter always called him this.

"Just to pay you back for that little mistake you made earlier." Draco retorted with an emotionless voice.

"The only mistake I made was not killing you when I had the chance." Potter raised his voice. Of course, Draco knew what he was referring to. In his sixth year, Potter used a dark curse on Draco in the boys' bathroom. Sectumsempra, the "never-healing cuts." Thankfully, Severus had saved him just in time. Draco suddenly felt a pang of remorse. Severus, who was now dead.

"Killing me?" Draco forced a laugh. "You barely scratched the surface." He knew just what to say to get a rise out of Potter, and without hesitation he boasted, "Killing is what auntie Bella did to your poor pet Sirius."

Draco saw the hurt and anger flood into Potter's eyes. He looked around at his friends, who all had amused looks on their faces.

"You're just a stupid pure-blood who got disowned by his father because he wasn't good enough." Potter took a step towards Draco, whose head was turned to snicker at Gregory Goyle.

"Oh yeah? Well you're-" Draco stopped, having noticed the lack of space between them, "closer than I thought." he finished, and with a quick glance at Potter's lips, pressed against them with a sudden force that made Potter take a step back, their lips still locked together.

They both heard the audible gasps that came from the crowd of people surrounding them. It was Draco that pulled away first. He glanced at Granger and Weasley who were now stood either side of Potter. Granger was wearing a quizzical look and Weasley's face was contorted with disgust.

Draco felt sick to his stomach. He rushed out of the common room, hitting Potter with his shoulder as he left. The portrait slammed shut behind him and he leant against it, sinking to the ground. Small sobs escaped from him, and they soon grew into louder, angrier sobs. He didn't even care about the Hufflepuffs that rushed past him, staring. He didn't care that his Malfoy honour was tarnished.

He only cared that after all this time, when he had sworn to himself that he hated Harry Potter, even knowing that there was something more to it, knowing that he might one day lose the will to keep fighting against his feelings for him, that he'd fucked up. He'd kissed the Chosen One. And he liked it.

Draco sat there for what felt like hours, and after the bell rang out signalling that it was time for supper, he heard a loud scuffling of feet. He cursed under his breath and quickly cast a disillusionment charm before pressing close to the wall outside the common room. The portrait flew open, and a flurry of people rushed out and made their way down the stairs to the Great Hall. Somewhere in the flow of faces, he caught a flash of ginger hair next to a stream of long, brown hair, but Potter's messy locks were nowhere to be seen. 'Just as well, then' Draco thought to himself.

When everyone had gone, and the area outside the common room was quiet again, Draco removed the spell. With a sigh, he muttered, "Grasshopper" and made his way into the common room, flopping down onto the couch he was earlier leant against.

"God, you're such an idiot, Draco." He scolded himself. "You couldn't wait another six months without kissing him? Six months and you'd never have to see him again. Why are you such a twit?"

He stood up rather quickly, and then had to perch on the arm of the couch for a few seconds from the head rush he got. When he'd regained his composure, he went up to his dorm room and laid in his bed, opting for an early night. Today had been so crazy, he was shattered and he just wanted to sleep it off. Maybe things would be better in the morning.

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At 23:47 that night, Draco Malfoy sat up in bed. He hadn't slept a wink. He kept replaying the kiss in his mind, and it was slowly driving him insane. He brought a hand up to touch his lips, and he stroked them gently, the way Potter's lips had. After sighing multiple times, he let his body fall back onto the bed, and he tried to sleep once more.

At 23:50 that night, Harry Potter rolled over in bed. He groaned, not caring who he woke up. He was officially angry. Because of today's events, he hadn't shut his eyes once without picturing Malfoy's pale skin on his, or his beautiful grey eyes fixed on him. He kicked himself under the covers, and then with a decisive thought, he sat up and swivelled his hips, his feet touching the warm carpeted floor.

He crept over to the door, not bothering to wear his Invisibility Cloak on this expedition. Once he was out of the dorm room, after a considerable amount of creaks from the reluctant door, he took a few bold steps across the landing to the other boys' dorm. This door creaked less, and he quickly shut it behind him. He'd never been in this dorm before; this was where the Ravenclaw and Slytherin boys slept, so he'd never had a reason to enter.

He looked around him, and noticed that the layout was exactly the same, only with a few extra beds because more Ravenclaws had returned after the war than any other house. As he glanced around the room, he saw a flash of white hair, and his heartbeat sped up. Was he really going to do this? This was stupid, maybe he should go back. But then the body rolled over and he saw Malfoy's beautiful face, eyes closed and looking like an angel. Harry had never thought about anyone this much in the space of a few hours, especially not Draco Malfoy, and it scared him.

He walked cautiously over to Malfoy's bed, and waved a hand in front of his face to see whether the boy was awake. No response. He slowly pulled back the covers, and started to climb in when he realised that Malfoy's eyes were now open and staring at him curiously. Harry's heart sank, and he was contemplating going back to his dorm room to bury his head in shame when the other boy gave him a weak smile and shifted in his bed to make room for Harry.

He climbed in and Malfoy pulled the covers round them both. Their noses were nearly touching and Harry's heart was pounding as he brought his lips to Malfoy's. The kiss warmed him up, starting in his head and sending tingles all the way down to his toes. Malfoy's lips against his was something he had never imagined, never considered. But since their kiss in the common room earlier, he'd been able to think of nothing else.

Draco was melting under Harry Potter's touch. He ran his hands through Potter's messy hair and pressed his chest closer to the green-eyed miracle boy. Potter's tongue slid along Draco's bottom lip and Draco fought back a moan. After a few more incredible kisses they pulled apart, and Draco wrapped his arms around Potter, who rested his head on Draco's shoulder.

"I love you." Draco whispered, and Potter tensed. Draco placed a kiss on top of the brunet's head and felt him relax.

"I think…I think I love you too, Malfoy."

"It's Draco." Draco felt Potter chuckle quietly.

"Then call me Harry." It was Draco's turn to chuckle now, as 'Harry' was decidedly better than 'The Boy Who Lived'.

They pressed closer together, and after a few minutes they had both, finally, drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

End notes: uhh so i currently don't know if i'm gonna carry on writing, let me know whether i should and which direction you think it should go in, e.g. should they keep their feelings secret or tell people? just stuff like that. also thanks for reading leave a like and a review if you liked it, don't leave bad reviews please keep your negative thoughts to yourself