Harry stood in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. He stared into it, expecting to see something from it, but he saw nothing. He shook his head and walked up the stairs to his dorm. The other boys in his dorm were already asleep, Ron noticeably. He crept over to his bed and lay down, taking his glasses off and placing them on the draw next to his bed. He closed his eyes as he sighed, thoughts of the last couple of hours playing through his mind.

THREE HOURS EARLIER.

"What's your problem, Potter?" Draco spat at him. His eyes were almost non-existent as he frowned harshly at the dark-haired boy.

Harry scowled at him, what was his problem? He thought. He carried on walking, and didn't even look at Draco as he pushed past him. Crabbe and Goyle were stood next to Draco, laughing at Harry. Harry's problem was why Draco was so harsh to him. He seemed okay when his two cronies weren't around, but as soon as anyone was near he suddenly hated him. Harry didn't like this. He looked back at Draco who seemed to give him a look that said, "I'm sorry." Harry just turned back around and carried on walking. He reached an empty staircase and sat down, thoughts of Draco running through his head. He sat there for a good hour, and didn't even realise it. Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Draco strolled round the corner. He suddenly stopped and seemed lost for words, looking at Harry with blank eyes. Harry stood up. Draco looked around then looked back at Harry.

"Sorry about before." He shuffled his feet.

"Why Draco?" Harry asked, demanding an answer.

"It's just the way it is; you're Gryffindor, I'm Slytherin."

"That's not the real reason. Not everyone in Slytherin is a bad person Draco," Harry paused, "I believe you're one of them." Harry gave him a weary smile, and Draco returned one.

Draco's smile grew larger and he looked at Harry dead in the eye. "I can't help liking you Harry."

Harry smiled. "You don't have to pretend you hate me because we're in different houses."

"That's not what I meant."

Harry paused, a confused look spreading across his face. "What do you mean?"

Draco walked towards Harry and got ever so close to him. "I mean I like you. Probably more than I should."

Harry saw the closeness between them and got the idea very quickly. He stomach lurched as again Draco got even closer to him. Is this what he had been feeling all along he asked himself? He blinked for seconds, closing his eyes shortly then re-opening them. He smiled at Draco. Draco stepped even closer and grabbed Harry's hands softly, looking down at them, then back up at Harry. He didn't resist and found himself wanting more. Draco was slightly taller than Harry, which he liked. He could feel his breathing quicken, and wondered if Draco had noticed. It seemed he had, and leaned in closer to Harry, and kissed him gently. Harry found his lips to be so soft and warm. With his hands still clutched onto Harry's, Draco squeezed gently, still kissing him. Harry returned each kiss, and didn't even hesitate or think about stopping him; he never wanted this to end. After what seemed like hours Draco pulled away, his eyes closed and biting his bottom lip. Harry was in the same position, and they both laughed together as they realised that. Harry sat Draco down on the step and held his face in his palms. He kissed him as gently as Draco had kissed him, but more passionately this time. Draco put his left hand on Harry's waist and continued to kiss him. It felt to Harry like every bit of hate he had felt for him in the past few years was all being charged into this moment, to make it the most memorable moment they had ever had, and ever will have.