Malfoy stands there talking with his friends. Well, not friends... Minions. They're all making fun of him because he lost a duel with the famous Harry Potter just a day before. You'd think he wouldn't care so much because everyone always loses to Harry. He's the chosen one. But, Harry is his rival and its never good to lose to your rival. Boyle laughs,

"How did it feel to lose to the chosen one Malfoy?"

Malfoy just gulps. Why did they have to bring this up. They know he's embarrassed. They can tell. Everyone can tell. He's frightened enough thinking of what his father will say when he finds out. 'Draco what did I tell you about petty duels with the Potters'. He gulps. Why did he accept? Why did he even think he could win?

Oh no. Oh crap. There's Harry now, prancing around like he's the king of the world. Malfoy averts his gaze. He doesn't need Harry making fun of him on top of everything else. Too late. He was too late and too conspicuous. Harry turns. He has that look in his eye, that glint. He starts to walk towards him. Maybe he didn't notice. Maybe he wants to talk to someone else.

He's close. Too close and he's staring at Malfoy. Malfoy raises his eyes. Harry is but a centimetre away. His breath is hot on Malfoy's neck. Everyone is starting at them. Harry gives him a grin,

"No hard feelings then Malfoy?"

Malfoy just grunts. And then Harry does something very unexpected. He leans in and plants a single kiss on Malfoy's cheek. And then without a word he stepped away back to his friends. He walks away like he kisses all of his rivals. Everyone around him just thinks Harry whispered something in his ear, a threat, a rematch. But, Malfoy knows the truth. He knows that Harry just... Harry kissed him!

What was he playing at? Mind games? It had to be mind games. He's trying to unnerve Malfoy. Trying to make him doubt his sanity even. Suddenly there is a hand on his shoulder, Pansy, she's always been nicer than the rest from Slitheryn.

"Malfoy. Are you okay? You look a bit shaken, what did he say to you?"

Malfoy looks deep into her eyes.

"Nothing."

And, as if that is answer enough he slowly slides away from the group and heads back to his room. He needs some space to sort out his thoughts.

…...

Harry is ecstatic. Not only did yesterday he beat Malfoy in a duel, today he had the guts to kiss him. Actually kiss him! He doesn't know what Malfoy is thinking but... At least Malfoy knows what Harry is thinking. Of course, no one thinks he kissed Malfoy. They all think he whispered. Which to Harry still seems like a seductive ploy.

"What did you say to him Harry?"

Says Hermione, slightly impressed.

"He's really freaked out. He just walked off."

Sure, he's freaked out now but soon he'll change his mind. Soon they'll be kissing for real. Soon Malfoy will understand his feelings. There is of course the possibility that Malfoy is not gay or interested in Harry. But, at least he now knows where he stands.

"Um... Just no hard feelings."

Ron laughs,

"Of course an act of decency would freak Malfoy out."

"Yeah."

…...

Harry didn't expect it to happen so soon. He expected Malfoy to think more. To assess himself. He didn't expect to be walking to potions and then be grabbed behind a statue. Grabbed by none other than Malfoy. Be pinned against the wall and then for Malfoy to say the weirdest thing,

"I know what you're doing."

And Harry just blinked in surprise.

"What... What am I doing?"

"You're tricking me."

Harry is shocked. Tricking him? What is Malfoy talking about?

"Uh... No I'm not."

"Yes you are. Its all mind games. You beat me in a duel and then you kiss me? Me!"

"Malfoy I'm not tricking you."

Malfoy was about to object when he felt himself being kisses by Harry. When he felt himself not only not resisting but pushing Harry into the statue. And, when Harry let out a moan he couldn't help but feel hungry for more. When he lifted his leg around Harry and they tussled against the cold cement of that statue he gasped. And, then when Harry let go and pushed him away and said,

"I'm not tricking you."

Malfoy couldn't help but believe him.

…...

Hermione can tell Harry is hiding something. Its been going on for weeks now. She can just tell. He's always sneaking off to do something or other and returns with his hair ruffled and his shirt undone. He either has a girlfriend or is doing some weird spells. Both she wants to know about. So, this week when they go to Hogmede and he sneaks off Hermione is going to follow him. She is going to figure out what is going on with Harry.

The trip there seems to take forever. Hermione is impatient. She is usually impatient to some degree but today she just cannot wait to unravel Harry's secret. She has always been a bit nosy, she knows that, and its not as if she's proud. But, she feels this secret should be big and she does, no matter how much she denies it, worry about her friends.

They finally arrive and almost as soon as they are there they slip into the diner to get some drinks. And, just like Hermione expected Harry soon slips away. So, then does Hermione. Ron just sits there with three almost full butter beers not really bothered where his friends have got off to.

Hermione sees him quickly dash into an alley. He looks around twice and soon is snogging a blonde against the wall. So, it is a girlfriend. Hermione is about to confront them when Harry steps away and she sees the girl. Only... Its not a girl. Its Malfoy. A very ruffled looking Malfoy at that. They share words and then Harry plants a single kiss on Malfoy's cheek. Malfoy looks like a lovesick puppy. Hermione gasps.

But, she does not have long to absorb the news as Harry is coming back towards her. She quickly dips back into the diner and tells Ron not to tell Harry that she ever left. He just looks confused.

…...