Chapter 2

'Malfoy!', said a surprised Harry.

'Potter, I hope I am not disturbing…', Malfoy smiled.

'No… I mean… what are you doing here?'

'Is that the way you greet an old school colleague and a work colleague, Potter? I must confess I am disappointed… I was expecting that the Griffindor's social abilities were more developed than this, said Malfoy, looking at Harry and seeming really upset by the welcoming. Harry tried to fix this, although he didn't know why:

'I'm sorry… I mean…. I wasn't expecting this… visit. You took me by surprise, that's all. What can I do for you?'

'Actually, nothing. Call it a friendly visit if you must. I've heard that you are moving today in the Black family house, you godfather's house, and I thought that I can take advantage of the occasion and visit the house. Of course, if I have your permission. I hope I am not disturbing, but I can see that you are quirt finished moving. Furthermore, we can share some memories from school.'

Harry was more astonished by these words: he and Malfoy had been enemies all their life and, although in recent years Malfoy had proven himself trustworthy, on their side, their relationship still wasn't one of friendship. 'Strange.', Harry thought.

'I had no idea we had so many things to talk about, Malfoy. Still, if you want, I offer you the tour of the house.'

'I feel flattered', said Malfoy ironically.

Harry led Malfoy all over the house, even telling him about the time before the fifth year, when it had been headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix and when they had spend a summer there. He gladly remembered those days, when Sirius was alive, when Harry felt that there is someone to protect him and love him. He thought that Malfoy understands this, even without telling him. He had been a pleasant presence, listening carefully to Harry, asking questions and seeming very interested. A perfect listener.

They finished the tour of the house in the library, where Kreatcher found them and said that, if they want, they can come to dinner. Malfoy wanted to leave, but Harry invited him to stay (although he didn't really know why). He said yes and continued to be a fairly pleasant company during dinner. Still, ironic lines were not absent from the conversation, a thing which the both of them took for normal. Despite these line, Harry was feeling very well and was again surprised to see that he can enjoy himself in the company of Draco Malfoy.

After dinner, Harry found himself still with Malfoy, in the library, with a glass of butterbeer in his hands, sitting on a chair by the fire. Next to him, on another chair, sat Malfoy.

'And I'm curious, why were you like that when I arrived?'

'Like how, Malfoy?'

'A million miles from where you were, thinking.'

'Oh… well, it's about Ginny', said Harry hesitantly.

'Did you girlfriend dump you, Potter?', smirked Malfoy.

'She is not my girlfriend!'

'Now that she left you, I imagine that she isn't.'

'And hasn't been. We were together for a short period of time at Hogwarts but that's it. Nothing more.'

Harry was slightly annoyed now and stood up while he was speaking, putting the glass aside.

'And now', he continued, 'I don't want to be with her. As soon as the war started I broke up with her. A good thing, I didn't really want to be with her.' Harry did not know why he was trying so hard to make Malfoy understand the situation, but he felt that it is vital that he knows the truth.

'So you're not together anymore', smiled Malfoy.

'That's what I'm trying to explain, haven't you been listening? And anyway, where does the sudden interest for my personal life come from? You have no reason to…'

While they were talking Malfoy also stood up and the two of them got very close to each other and were staring into each other's eyes. Malfoy was a few centimeters taller than Harry and he had blue-grey eyes, with thick blond eyelashes. His hair was as neat as always and his lips were full, beautiful, masculine… his teeth white and straight.

'To what, Potter?' Harry realized that he had stopped in the middle of the sentence to admire ('For Merlin's sake!') Malfoy.

He shook his head to recover and right when he was trying to collect his thoughts to continue what he was saying, Malfoy bent a bit and kissed Harry.

Astonished, he froze. Malfoy's lips were firm and smooth and were caressing Harry, sending shivers down his spine. The kiss was gentle, maddening, exciting. Malfoy put his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him closer, continuing to kiss him. At a certain point, Harry felt Malfoy's tongue on his lips and, out of reflex, he partnered them, letting the other one's tongue into his mouth.

Lazily, Malfoy started to explore his mouth and Harry found himself participating to the kiss, placing his hands on Malfoy's shoulders, then embracing his head and pulling him closer, burying his fingers in the blonde silky hair. Their tongues were dancing, fighting for dominance. Malfoy was slowly winning the game, as Harry abandoned himself in the kiss, allowing himself to be gently dominated.

Gradually, Malfoy hurried the kiss, while he started to walk his hands on Harry's back, slowly, tempting, luring. He felt the hair on the back of his head rising because of the shivers brought by Malfoy's touch.

Without breaking the kiss, Malfoy slowly started leading Harry toward the couch, where he helped him lie down, placing himself beside him. Harry did no oppose him… he was lost in the sensations provoked by Malfoy's mouth glued to his own, by their swirling tongues, by the fact that now Malfoy was slowly caressing Harry, stroking his black rebel hair with one hand and with the other caressing his neck as slowly as before.

'For Merlin's name, what the heck am I doing? I'm kissing Malfoy…', Harry though and he tried to break the kiss. Malfoy allowed them to part and Harry stood up, wanting to get away from the couch and especially from the man sitting on it.

'What was that?'

'I believe it was a kiss Potter'.

'But… I mean… I…didn't…'

'You didn't know I swung that way, did you?'. Harry nodded. 'Well surprise Potter'.

'And why…'

'Why did I kiss you? I believe that the answer is pretty obvious, Potter. Because I want to get in bed with you.'

Hearing this, Harry recovered a bit from the initial shock, because he felt anger again:

'Malfoy, what the hell are you playing at? I'm not like you, Merlin knows where you got this idea from. And you can't say we spent a lot of time together in order for you to be attracted to me, we're not even friends and…'

'Potter, don't even try. Not like me? Then why didn't you push me aside disgusted when I started to kiss you? Why did you participate? Don't tell me you felt nothing, because it would be a too obvious lie', said Malfoy smirking and suggestively looked down to Harry's trousers, which had a bulge.

Harry felt his cheeks turning red and avoided Malfoy's gaze.

'Why me?', he furiously asked.

'Because I'm attracted by you', said Malfoy.

"That I got. I want an explanation', said Harry, raising his voice.

'Then try to explain the laws of attraction. If you succeed, I'm sure you will add another prize on your list of trophies. It's quite easy: I want to sleep with you. Is that so difficult to understand?'

Hearing these words, Harry's anger rose, but still there was a part of him that was hurt by the fact that Malfoy only wanted sex from him. 'Ridiculous'. But he couldn't deny that he had had a reaction to the kiss. He really enjoyed it, although he never thought that such a scene was possible, that he could like men. Although, if he though about it, he was never really attracted or interested by a girl, not even Ginny. Even when he did it with her, he didn't feel as good as he would have expected… actually he felt very unsatisfied… empty…

'Maybe…', Harry though and realized that he had begun to consider what Malfoy said, that he would be gay, and that he was actually thinking about his proposition…

Meanwhile, Malfoy carefully looked at Harry, observing the changes on his face: anger, contemplation, realization, amazement. He though that Harry's green eyes reveal too many things and that Harry should teach them not to be so treacherous.

Finally, Harry seemed to arrive to a decision and looked into Malfoy's eyes:

'Only once. To see if I'm… or not. Just once.'