CHAPTER TWO
The denouement...

A/N: I might've failed to mention that this entire fic is dedicated to the only, the only, the one and only SHEALTIEL. Now, do you see what happens when you make a dare?

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To Harry's chagrin, Snape was one hundred percent healthy (if you could call it that, seeing as he lived in the dark) and more than willing to dock points from Gryffindor until their score went into negatives.

But when Malfoy (Draco, Harry reminded himself. His name is Draco) had followed him into the room, the strangest thing happened: a huge grin spread on Snape's face.

Harry hoped desperately that the Potions Master would never smile like that again – his crooked yellow teeth were not a lovely sight to behold, and they contrasted quite nastily with his greasy black hair. Moreover, didn't he look bad enough to begin with?

"Come see me after class, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said, managing to suppress his grin, receiving sighs of relief from his students. "Also, twenty points to Slytherin."

Ignoring Ron's curious glances, Harry sank into his chair, deep in thought. What gave Draco the right to make him feel this way? Ever since they'd first met in Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, he'd felt intrigued by the strange, arrogant, pale boy wearing the expensive robes.

Now, five years later, what had changed? They'd never gotten any closer to even the barest of civility: it was always 'ferret' this and 'Scarhead' that. Then all of a sudden, this had happened.

What actually had happened? Was it just a kiss? Did Malfoy enjoy it as much as he did? As Potions finished and he packed up his books, Harry risked a glance back at Malfoy. He had a tiny, serene smile on his face. Was it all really just a random snog in the hallway?

Harry only knew one thing for sure: if just a kiss made him feel like this – like his stomach was fizzing and his intestines were partying – he hadn't any idea what true love would feel like.

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"Potter?" Snape hissed, the contempt in his voice mingling with an awkward sort of pleasure. He was proud of Draco.

"Potter," Draco confirmed unsmilingly.

"You know what to do," Snape said, getting out of his chair and pushing his seat under his desk.

"Yes, sir," Draco said.

"I'm proud of you, Draco."

Draco already knew that Severus was proud of him – he was just surprised that he'd admitted it aloud.

"Thank you, sir," Draco said quietly. "I won't disappoint you."

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