A/N: Tell me what you think. And I have to say I love a less than masculine as well. :P

Chapter 2-Edited Somewhat

Draco sauntered up next to the boy and asked, "So what's your name?"

Harry hesitated before saying, "Harry and thanks for the help."

A smirk found a way onto the blonde's lips as he looked down at him, "So...

Harry's face contorted into a confused one, "So what?"

Draco gave him a small smile, "Aren't you going to repay me?" he asked silkily.

The green-eyed teen instantly knew what he was hinting at and replied coldly. "No, you may have helped me, but that doesn't give you the right to insult me."

After taking a breath, Harry began to continue, but stopped at Draco's smirk. "What?" he asked, confused once again.

"Nothing, continue what you were saying," the Malfoy heir said politely.

"T- That's all," Harry finished sheepishly .

"But I'm not finished with you," Draco hinted, giving an almost unnoticeable pout while coming closer.

An unreadable look crossed Harry's face and he said, "Well I'm finished so um bye." The dark-haired boy moved to leave, when his back hit a cold wall and warm lips pressed against his. Harry struggled against his grip, but the blonde was too strong for him.

Draco moved to deepen the kiss and thrust his tongue into his mouth.

Harry stopped struggling and stood stock-still, not knowing what to do. After an eternity, the blond finally stopped, but remained pressed against the smaller boy.

"So how was it?" Draco asked, his trademark smirk imprinted on his face.

"Asshole!" Harry shouted and angrily pushed Draco aside. With one last look at him, he covered his mouth and ran.

Blindly running to the door, he squeaked in surprise when a strong hand wrapped around his slim waist. Warm breath panted against his neck and he instantly knew who it was.

Draco hissed, "Believe me, this isn't over." he gave the smaller boy as soft kiss to his neck before pulling away and melting back into the crowded and suddenly louder atmosphere.

Harry ran. He bypassed all the main roads unconsciously and took alternate routes. The young teen ran fluidly and let his instincts lead him the two mile run to his house.

He trudged his way down Privet Drive and didn't bother looking at the scenery. Everything looked exactly the same, even in the dark. Identical fences, perfectly cut lawns, same structures, it was practically sickening. Because of his lack of attention, he failed to see the eyes following his every move.

Harry finally reached #4 Privet Drive and fumbled with his keys. The young teen almost dropped them when what had just happened came crashing down. He blanked out as he finally entered the house and barely registered the punch to his gut or his Uncle yelling at him for being out so late. When he blinked again, he found himself standing in his room with an aching stomach and a bruise forming on his cheek.

Tearing his gaze from the mirror, Harry locked himself in his small closet and slid down the wall, hugging his knees to his chest.

'My 1st kiss. That jerk took my first kiss. I wanted it to be with someone special, someone who I loved.'

Tears found their way down his porcelain skin and he hugged his knees tighter before falling into an uncomfortable sleep. Harry's last thought was, 'What does he mean it's not over yet?' before he slipped into an oblivion.