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Chapter 2 – Prove It To Me

'Harry! He was in our room!' Ron spluttered. 'Neville said he touched you and said goodnight! He called you Harry!'

'Well, that is my name.' Harry scowled, in no mood to continue this argument. He was exhausted after his interrupted sleep of the night before and the massive headache he'd woken up with earlier that morning.

'Harry!' Ron started again and Neville looked as if he wished he'd never said anything.

'Look, I don't know alright.' Harry snapped. 'I remember taking the potion and I remember being woken up when Riddle decided I'd had quite enough sleep for one night and going for a walk. That's really all I remember. But if Draco Malfoy found me and brought me safely back to Gryffindor Tower without carting me off to Voldemort, then perhaps I should thank him, not sit here arguing with you about something I can't even remember!' He finished and with his rant well and truly over Harry leapt off the sofa in the common room and stalked out the portrait with Ron calling after him and Hermione scolding the red-head harshly once again.

Harry didn't really know why he had come down here, but after his words to Ron he realised that he really should thank the Slytherin for what had happened the previous night.

Before he could change his mind he took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hearing footsteps come towards it before it was opened.

Draco looked surprised to see him and Harry quickly opened his mouth to explain but found himself speechless at the intensity of the gaze the other boy had pinned him with. Eventually Draco opened the door wider and without words gestured for Harry to come in.

Harry looked around at the Head Boy's rooms as he stepped through the door. They were tastefully decorated in blues and whites, quite unlike what he thought Draco would have chosen. He would have thought green and silver would have adorned every wall.

'There is only one shade of green I really like and I can't seem to reproduce it.' Draco told him simply and Harry realised that once again he must have said the last sentence aloud. He really had to stop doing that.

In an effort to lose the flush covering his face, something that had Draco half smiling at him, he hurried on.

'Malfoy, I just wanted to say thank you. For last night I mean.' He stammered.

Draco cocked his head to one side. 'Would you like some tea?' He asked, walking over to the sofa in front of the fireplace which was crackling merrily and sitting down. In the month since the incident beside the lake the weather had turned remarkably cold. Harry watched as Draco called for a tea service and poured them both a cup before holding Harry's out in his direction.

The Boy-Who-Lived hesitated a moment before crossing the room and sitting down beside the Slytherin and taking the proffered tea cup. If he hadn't felt unsure before, he did now.

'Relax, Harry.' Draco murmured. 'It's just tea.'

Harry nodded and glanced around the room before taking a sip of the tea. It was incredible. It tasted of orange and lemon and spices. It was quite the best tea Harry had ever had.

He looked up to find Draco watching him, that same small smile lighting his face. 'My own special receipe.' The Slytherin said quietly. 'Do you like it?'

There seemed to be so much contained in that question. 'Yes.' Harry whispered. 'Very much.'

Draco's smile grew larger and his grey eyes sparkled.

Harry smiled also and took another few sips of his tea as he looked around the room once again, the feeling of grey eyes watching him intently never failing. Eventually, with his cup half empty he set it down on the table and looked back at Draco.

He could tell the other boy wanted something from him, but he had no idea of what it could be. He knew he didn't want to kill him. He could quite easily have accomplished that last night. And he didn't want to turn him over to Voldemort, as he could have done that too. 'What do you want from me?' He asked eventually, deciding that the situation called for a blunt approach.

Draco didn't put his cup down but he did lower it back to the saucer in his lap before he looked up again. Harry could see the grey eyes were filled with an emotion he couldn't name. Eventually Draco spoke. 'I want nothing more or less than you're willing to give me, Harry.' He said softly.

Harry eyes widened at the statement and it took him a moment to work out what Draco meant. 'What if I don't want to give you anything?' He questioned, his question following the line of Draco's statement.

Draco shrugged indifferently but Harry could see hurt flash through his eyes for just a second. 'Then that is something I will learn to live with.'

There was a long pause before Harry asked his next question. 'And what if I….?' Harry trailed off, unable to finish the questions as Draco's entire face lit up with hope.

'Then I will give you everything.' The Slytherin promised and the sincerity shining in the grey eyes took Harry's breath away.

Eventually he regained the use of his mouth. 'Why? Why would you want to do that?' The single word was barely more than a breath, but at its asking, Draco placed his cup down on the table and shifted closer to Harry, taking the Gryffindor's hands in his own, leaving Harry too stunned to pull away.

The Slytherin hesitated a moment, staring into Harry's eyes as if looking for something in particular. 'Because I love you, Harry.' Draco whispered eventually and Harry's mouth fell open in shock.

'I…I'm sorry?' He stammered.

Draco didn't sigh or move away or huff. He just kept hold of Harry's hands in his own and calmly repeated the first four of those five words.

Harry continued staring at him, his green eyes flicking rapidly over the blonde's face as if searching for answers. 'But you barely know me. Not the real me. You only know the Boy-Who-Lived, just like everyone else. How can you love someone you barely know?' He insisted.

Draco gave him a warm smile. 'Harry James Potter, born 31st July 1980 to James and Lily Potter in Godrics Hollow. Banished the Dark Lord Halloween 1981 after the death of his parents. Attends Hogwarts School as a seventh year doing DADA, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration and, for some Merlin only knows reason, Divination.'

'You could have got all that out of any book.' Harry scoffed.

The smile on Draco's face turned into a grin. 'Harry hates potions, or at least its Professor, top in DADA, enjoys Charms but find Transfiguration difficult. Only does Divination because he can almost sleep through the class. Wanted to be an Auror back in fifth year, but now he's not so sure.'

'What else?' Harry asked, almost hesitantly. 'What's my favourite colour?'

Draco grinned. 'Most people would think red but it's really green. Those who did guess correctly would say it was because it's the colour of your eyes, but it's really because it was the colour of your mother's eyes.'

'And?' Harry swallowed audibly. Not so sure he wanted to play this game anymore.

'Used to play Quidditch but doesn't anymore. Told his friends it was because he wanted to study but it's really because he thinks it's a frivolous waste of time now with people dying out there and, in all truth, he just doesn't enjoy it anymore.'

Harry looked away when Draco raised an eyebrow as if wanting him to deny it. 'Go on.' Harry whispered, clearly seeing that Draco had more to add.

'Likes shepherds pie, chocolate frogs with ice cream, and butterbeer, and hates beans of any kind, chicken, and nearly all the flavours of Bertie Botts but the standard seven.'

Harry's eyes had widened at that. He'd had no idea the Slytherin had been watching him so closely. This time Draco went on without any prompting.

'Lives with his relatives in the summer, who quite clearly dislike him and therefore neglect and, dare I say it, abuse him.'

Harry opened his mouth to protest but Draco went on again before he could.

'Has a pathological fear of anything bigger than a drink bottle filled with water and definitely did not compete in the second task of the Tri-Wizard tournament. Which does beg the question of who did?'

Harry's mouth was still open and it was almost a full minute before he found the strength to speak. 'I…Seamus.' Harry whispered, turning his head away. He had no idea of why he'd just told the other boy that. He'd listened to the boy reveal that he knew more about Harry than probably anyone, even Ron and Hermione. As far as he knew they didn't know about the second task. 'How could you know that?' He breathed.

Draco didn't move but kept Harry's hands tightly within his own. 'The fear you have, Harry, is not something that comes on overnight. It is deeply rooted within you and must have been for a considerable time, probably from when you were very little. After that detention a few weeks ago I knew you couldn't have done it. It just wasn't possible.'

Harry pulled his hands away abruptly and folded his arms over his chest. 'I'm not afraid of water.' He scowled.

'I know you're not.' Draco said calmly. 'But you are afraid of things with water in them. Sinks, baths, the lake. Talk to me, Harry. What did they do? Please, let me help you.'

'No.' Harry started to get up but Draco grabbed his shoulders and held onto them. 'Harry, please. Please don't walk away from this. You can't let them win.'

Harry stared at the desperation warring in the grey eyes. He could see that Draco wouldn't let this go; that the Slytherin would continue on this path until Harry eventually let him help. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps the Dursleys were winning by his refusing to overcome this obstacle, but he had no idea of how to fix it. 'I don't know how to stop them.' He whispered and Draco moved closer to him once again.

'Tell me.' He insisted. 'First tell me what happened and then, together, we can work out how to fix it.' Draco let go of his shoulders and sat back, his grey eyes calm and encouraging.

Harry swallowed heavily and began. 'The first time I remember was when I was four. I was scrubbing the bathtub after my cousin had taken a bath and there was only about two inches of water in the bottom but it was enough for Dudley who held my face down until I couldn't breathe properly. My uncle was the one who stopped him, but after that it became a game to them. Any time they would catch me near a bucket or a sink or a bathtub they would push me into it or hold my head in it.'

Draco looked horrified and knew it, so he shifted even closer and wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders so they he could keep his face hidden as Harry went on.

'My Aunt never knew, at least not until I was fourteen, just before fourth year. She'd gone shopping and when she came home she found me still unconscious on the kitchen floor; a sink half full of dirty water with the rest of it all over the kitchen, and me with bruises in the shape of finger marks on each side of my neck. She pulled them into the living room after that and gave them a good dressing down about what would happen should they take it a bit too far and I died. They stopped doing it after that, but it was too late. I was petrified of anything with even the smallest amount of water in it after that.'

'I bet they found something else to do after that.' Draco muttered darkly and Harry sighed heavily.

'It doesn't matter now. I never have to go back there again.' Harry told him, suddenly realising the position they were in and sitting up straighter.

Draco stared at the wall for a few minutes longer until he knew he had control over his expression before he looked at Harry. 'This is probably a redundant question, Harry, but do you trust me?' He asked quietly.

Harry hesitated a moment. 'I don't know.' He said truthfully.

Draco snorted. 'That's good, I would be horrified if you did so quickly. Can you trust me enough to come with me?' He added, getting up and placing his wand on the table.

'Where are we going?' Harry asked curiously as he too stood and placed his wand on the table.

'No, you keep yours, you'll need it.' Draco told him, without answering his question but taking his hand and leading him through another door and into what was undoubtedly Draco's bedroom, causing Harry to blush, and into the bathroom.

Harry hesitated just inside the doorway at the sight of the sunken bath, about half the size of the one in the Prefects bathroom.

Draco didn't let go of his hand, instead tugging him quite strongly towards the edge. 'There's no water in it, Harry and I want you to spell the taps locked closed.'

Harry looked at him in surprise but Draco just gestured for him to go on so, with a slightly shaking hand, he cast the spell.

'Excellent.' Draco asked, turning to face him. 'Now have you ever sat in a bath? Without water in it or anything, I mean.'

Harry stared slightly up at him and shook his head sharply.

'Even better, this will be a new experience for you.' The Slytherin said calmly, slowly leading him down the six small steps into the bath and across to the wall with the little seat.

'Malfoy, we're fully clothed.' Harry reminded him.

'Ah yes, but there isn't any water so that's okay. Besides, I figured with my reputation you'd be more likely to get in here with me if I were fully clothed.' Draco added with a laugh.

'Because you'd hate to get your clothes wet?' Harry asked innocently as he sat on the small tiled ledge.

Draco rolled his eyes. 'Yes, that too.' He snorted.

Harry looked to be about to question him but Draco placed an arm around his shoulders and encouraged the slightly trembling figure next to him to relax. 'It's alright, Harry. This is just the beginning. You will beat this.' He said softly.

After a few minutes Harry began to relax and eventually rested his head on Draco's shoulder. 'Thank you, Malfoy.' He whispered and Draco smiled.

'Draco.' He corrected softly.

'Draco.' Harry agreed.

Harry endured another round of apologies from Ron on his return many hours later to Gryffindor tower and also of interrogations on where he'd been. It may well have been a Saturday but Harry's life was obviously not his own.

'I told you, Ron, I was with Malfoy. Thanking him for last night.' He huffed irritably.

'For three hours? What the hell did you do to thank him?'

Harry's eyes narrowed. 'It's none of your business, Ron. Just stay out of it.'

'Damn right it's my business.' Ron countered angrily. 'Are you friends with him now? Did you and the Ferret make up?'

'Make out would be more like it, knowing Malfoy.' Seamus chuckled from the corner, stopping only when Harry sent a glare in his direction.

Harry let out a noise of frustration. 'Nothing happened, Ron. For god's sake, will you just let it go?' Harry's voice had risen to a shout and garnered the attention of most of the common room. 'Bollocks.' Harry swore and for the second time in twenty four hours he stormed from the common room.

Once again he had no idea of why he'd come down here. He didn't question it however, instead knocking on the door and hearing those measured footsteps within.

'Harry?' The tone of Draco's voice was both surprised and pleased.

'Sorry to come again. Ron was driving me nuts and I just had to get away. If you're busy I can go to the Library or something.' Harry said in a garbled rush.

Draco smiled and shook his head and stood back to let the Gryffindor in. 'You're always welcome here, Harry. The door will always open for you, even if I'm not here.'

Harry's eyes widened. He couldn't believe the the other would trust him so much that his rooms would unlock for Harry at any time. 'Really?'

Draco nodded as he shut the door behind them and took Harry's hand, pulling him further into the room. 'Yes, think of it as you're little hiding place. No one would ever think to look for you here.'

Harry snorted. 'You'd be surprised.' He muttered dryly.

Draco raised an eyebrow at the comment but chose to ignore it. 'Would you like your second lesson now then?' He asked simply.

Harry frowned. 'Lesson?' He couldn't help but show his confusion.

Draco grinned. 'Yes, your learn-to-swim lessons. Do you want the next one now?'

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the other boy's explanation, easily seeing the hopeful look on his face and nodded.

'Alright.'

Draco smiled and took his hand once again, leading him through the bedroom and into the bathroom again, placing his wand just outside the door. 'Now, you need to be without everything but underwear for this one, Harry.'

At Harry's wide eyed look he quickly went on. 'There will be a tiny bit of water. Only as much as you want. No more. I promise.'

Harry's hands started shaking and he looked between the empty bath and Draco. The Slytherin took in his expression and quickly grasped his hands. 'It's alright. This is what we're going to do. You're going to sit on the little seat, and I'm going to sit on the floor. With your wand I want you to add just as much water as you're comfortable adding, even if it just gets your toes wet, and then we're just going to sit there and talk and wait until you're relaxed and then we'll get out. Alright?'

Harry swallowed and nodded at the earnest expression on the other boy's face. 'Alright.' He whispered, reaching up to undo his robe.

Draco did the same and minutes later they were both standing in just boxer shorts. The Slytherin took the shaking hands in his own and led Harry down the steps and made sure he was comfortable on the seat, well as comfortable as he could be, before moving away and sitting on the floor.

'Now just relax, Harry and as I said, put in just as much water as you want…and perhaps a warming charm on the room wouldn't go astray either.' He added with a shiver.

Harry quickly cast the warming charm and hesitated for a moment. He could feel Draco watching him closely, even though his eyes were closed. 'Hethen Augamenti.' He whispered, instantly feeling and hearing the warm water shoot from the end of his wand. He held his breath for as long as he could but when he felt the water swirl around his feet he couldn't help but cry out; his will alone ending the spell as he pulled his feet up onto the seat beside him.

'Harry, wait, stop.' Draco called out as the other boy scrambled as far back in the seat as he could. Harry managed to listen to the Slytherin over the sound of his heart seemingly beating out of his chest; but his breathing was still laboured and his body trembling alarmingly. 'It's okay, Harry.' Draco went on softly. 'It's just a bit of water. No one is going to hurt you or harm you. You're safe, just relax. I swear I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Never ever again. I promise you.' Draco's voice was firm and at his words Harry slowly uncurled from his upright foetal position and moved hesitantly towards the edge of the seat. He could see there was only about an inch of water in the bottom of the bath that barely came up the sides of Draco's legs. He finally looked up into Draco's eyes.

'Promise?' He whispered and Draco nodded.

'I swear on my magic, that you are safe with me, Harry.' He vowed sincerely.

Harry stared at him for a moment longer before slowly lowering his left foot until it was in the water, with the right just behind it. He hesitated at the edge of the seat for several minutes.

'It's enough, Harry. Honestly.' Draco said soothingly.

'No. It isn't.' The seventeen year old gritted his teeth before stepping off the seat and landing with a thud on the tiles. Draco hurriedly scooted backwards but Harry grabbed his arm. 'No. Stay here.' He pleaded and Draco nodded, but as a gesture, rolled over onto his stomach and bent his knees so that Harry had the advantage of height on him.

'You're doing really well, Harry.' Draco told him, tracing the patterned tile with a finger.

'I shouldn't have to do well.' Harry scowled. 'I'm an adult for god's sake. I should be able to take a bath.'

'Just take it one step at a time.' Draco told him, ignoring the self-loathing that lied Harry's words.

Harry took a deep breath and lifted his now wet wand. 'Hethen Augamenti.' He whispered shakily and a small stream of water poured from his wand.

Draco reached out from where he lay and clasped Harry's left hand in his own. 'You're safe here, Harry. I won't hurt you. The water won't hurt you. I swear to you.'

Harry managed to hold off until the water almost covered his legs before he had to end the spell and he sat there, trembling so hard that the water around him was sloshing.

Draco sat up and scooted backwards until he was leaning back against one of the walls of the bath. 'Come here, Harry.' He said softly but firmly and Harry didn't seem to be in any shape to disobey. He turned his shaking limbs and all but crawled over to Draco and collapsed against the other boy who held him tightly.

'I'm so proud of you, Harry.' He whispered, gently rubbing up and down Harry's back as the Gryffindor leant against his chest, his own rising and falling harshly as he struggled to keep the panic attack that was building within him at bay. 'You're okay. You're safe here with me. Just relax, take a slow deep breath. That's it. Well done.'

How long they sat there in that four inches of cooling water neither boy could have told you but eventually a thoroughly exhausted Harry actually fell asleep in Draco's arms causing the blond to smile. 'So very proud.' Draco whispered as he allowed himself one kiss to the top of Harry's head.

Harry woke the next morning in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed and he instantly froze. He wasn't tied or bound to the bed and he quickly pushed the covers off and sat up to find he'd been dressed in a pair of soft silk pyjamas. He looked around him and finally recognised Draco's room and moments later the events of the previous day came flooding back to him. The empty bath, the argument with Ron, and then the water. So much water…but not really much….and then there was Draco. Draco holding him as if he never wanted to let him go, telling him he was safe. The entire thing made Harry's head spin.

'Hi.' Draco's gentle voice from the doorway caused Harry's head to shoot up, throwing him from the memories of the previous day as he blushed brightly.

'Hi.' Harry whispered, glancing to the other, still made, side of the bed.

'I slept on the sofa.' Draco told him at the unasked question.

Harry's eyes widened. 'Oh? Why?' He couldn't believe that the other boy had given up his bed for Harry.

Draco shrugged and crossed to sit on the end of the bed, his pyjamas a perfect match for Harry's and his hair softly framing his face.

'You should wear your hair like that more often.' Harry said before blushing brightly as he realised exactly what he'd said, and to whom.

The corner of Draco's mouth lifted into a smile and the trademark eyebrow rose. 'Really?' He drawled.

Harry opened and closed his mouth several times before giving up. 'I should probably get back.' He said lamely. 'The others will probably be wondering where I am.'

Draco snorted. 'Just tell them you were in the Room of Requirement like you usually do.'

Harry's eyes narrowed. 'Do you have an eavesdropping charm on me or something?'

'No, don't need one. You Gryffindors talk at the tops of your lungs most of the time.' Draco explained and a moment later they were interrupted by a knock to the door and Harry watched as Draco gestured for him to stay there and went to answer it.

'Severus?' Draco's voice drifted in through the still open door and Harry groaned inwardly at the name.

'Good morning, Draco. I trust I'm not interrupting something. I have come to enquire as to the whereabouts of Harry Potter. A gaggle of Gryffindors seem to think you have him stashed in here.' Snape's voice had a note of derision in it.

'Yes, he's here. Why? Are they actually looking for him?'

Harry heard Snape gasp. 'For Merlin's sake, Draco, tell me you didn't.'

He then heard Draco snort. Loudly. 'No, Severus. I didn't defile Gryffindor's Golden Boy. Harry and I have been…studying.' Draco said dryly and Harry let out a snort of his own.

Snape must have heard him, even though he tried to hide it. 'Very well then, I will let Minerva know that he is safe and has not been kidnapped or coerced and leave you to it, shall I.'

Moments later the door closed and Draco returned rolling his eyes. 'Honestly, you'd think someone would use a modicum of sense around here, wouldn't you.' He muttered climbing on the bed and leaning back against the headboard next to Harry.

Harry hesitated a moment before speaking. 'He didn't seem all that surprised that you'd have someone here.' He murmured, twisting the sleeve of the pyjamas in one hand. 'Only that it would be me.'

Draco reached out and took Harry's hand in his own, stopping him from shredding the sleeve within it and gently tracing the fingers in a way Harry suddenly found incredibly soothing. 'I do have a reputation, Harry. Surely you have heard.'

Harry shrugged. 'Not really, I don't really take much notice of that sort of stuff.'

Draco turned and looked at Harry as if willing him to believe the other boy. 'I was young and stupid, Harry. I fooled around with a lot of people but I swear to you now, that I've never even though of anyone else since I realised I loved you.'

Harry raised an eyebrow of his own. He couldn't believe the Slytherin thought he had to justify himself to Harry. 'And when was that, Draco?' He asked finally.

Draco flushed and he ducked his head. 'The end of Fifth year.' He whispered.

Harry eyes widened comically. 'Pardon?'

'That day in the Entrance Hall, after I threatened you about my father. I realised that I was wrong. I didn't hate you. You'd done probably the best thing anyone had ever done for me by getting my father put in Azkaban. I realised that all those feelings I kept having around you weren't what I thought they were. They were what I'd twisted them into thinking my father would want them to be.'

The Gyrffindor hesitated. 'Perhaps these feelings are just gratitude then.' Harry questioned.

Draco shook his head. 'No. I've examined them from every angle. I've talked to myself till I'm blue in the face. Merlin, I've talked to my mother till I was blue in the face.'

'You talked to your mother about me?' Harry squeaked.

Draco nodded and smiled fondly. 'Yes. She hates my father more that I do.' He said simply and Harry couldn't help but gape at him.

Draco let out a soft chuckle before his face suddenly became serious. 'I don't expect anything from you, Harry. Really. I don't care if we work through this…situation, together and then, if after that you decide I'm not the one, then that's fine. I won't ever make you do anything you don't want to.'

Harry's green eyes studied Draco's face. 'How do you know I'm the one?' He asked.

Draco shrugged again. 'I just know.' He said simply but firmly.

The dark head tilted curiously. 'How will I know?'

The blond Slytherin gave Harry a sly smile. 'You'll just know too.' He promised giving Harry's hand a squeeze and getting back up off the bed.

'Hermione thinks I'm asexual.' Harry said suddenly causing Draco to stumble over his own feet in a very un-Malfoy like manner. He turned back to Harry, unable to keep the incredulous look off his face.

'I beg your pardon?' He asked slowly.

'Hermione,' Harry said innocently. 'She thinks I'm asexual.'

Draco found himself unable to move. 'Do you know what that means?' He asked hesitantly.

Harry shrugged. 'Not really. I overheard her talking to Ron at the end of last year. After I wouldn't go out with Lavender or Pavarti, or anyone else he kept trying to set me up with.'

Draco moved slowly back over to the bed, sitting down a foot or so away from Harry. 'Perhaps you're gay.' He suggested.

Harry shook his head. 'No, I don't think so. Hermione set me up with Seamus once. What a disaster that was.' He said, screwing his nose up in disgust.

Draco grimace at the mental image. 'That doesn't actually mean a lot, Harry. No self respecting guy would remain gay if he had to kiss Seamus Finnegan.'

Harry snickered at the look on Draco's face.

'There is, of course, one way to be sure.' Draco said a moment later, a glint in his eyes that had Harry instantly on guard.

'Sure of what?' He murmured slowly.

'That you aren't gay.' Draco said as if it was obvious.

Harry raised an eyebrow. 'And what would that be?'

The edges of Draco's mouth lifted as he moved slightly closer to Harry. 'Kiss me.'

Harry's eyes widened comically and his mouth dropped open. 'What?' He managed to gasp out.

'Kiss me,' Draco said again. 'If after that you don't feel anything then you definitely aren't gay. I'll even tell you what Granger meant.'

Harry's eyes narrowed. 'Why do I get the feeling that I've just been outplayed?' He murmured and Draco smirked at him.

'Are you game, Harry?' He drawled softly.

The Boy-Who-Lived stared at the Slytherin in front of him. One side of his head was screaming at him to get out of the bed and walk out the door and never speak to the other boy ever again, but the other side kept reminding him of how kind Draco had been the night before.

And, for once, he would love to feel something other than fear and anger and loneliness.

It was for this last reason that he agreed, nodding his head slowly and shifting closer to the Slytherin until their thighs were touching and the blonde's pale face was inches from his own. 'Prove it to me.' He whispered.

Draco swallowed and nodded. The expression on his face was as if this was the most important moment of his life as he lifted both hands to cup Harry's cheeks and slowly brought their mouths together.

Draco's lips were warm and soft, not at all wet like Cho's had been. The pressure against Harry's own was consistent but undemanding. He felt Draco's tongue gently sweep over his bottom lip and he opened his mouth, letting the Slytherin's soft tongue press gently against his own, coaxing it to life. Harry felt Draco's hands slide down his neck and massage slowly down his back and Harry couldn't help but whimper softly as he felt those hands slip under his pyjama top to caress his chest.

He felt the hands leave his burning skin and move back up to his cheeks as Draco wound the kiss down, finishing it with just a chaste kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth before pulling away, his own eyes slightly glazed and his breathing heavy. Neither boy spoke for several moments.

'So, are you gay?' Draco asked huskily.

Harry swallowed and shook his head. 'No.' He breathed and Draco's face fell. 'I think it's just you.'

That was all the encouragement Draco needed and he returned his mouth to Harry's.