The Bathroom of Memories

A/N: As always, please READ and REVIEW! You might find some material offensive towards yourself, this is a highly RATED fan-fiction so it is appreciated to be 16+ reading this! Thank You. Enjoy.

Chapter Three:

'Death Threats'

Rushing after the fleeting teenage harlequin, Harry's breath hitched as he reached Moaning Myrtle's usually empty bathroom where the ghost of a little girl usually resided, crying in the memories of being mocked while she was alive and at school. "I sent Myrtle off so we could talk privately." Draco's voice startled Harry who jumped out of his skin as he entered through the door and almost fell backwards until a hand wrapped tightly around his wrist picking up his weight. They stood, leaning against opposite sides of the bathrooms wall now awkwardly looking toward the ground and eyes going anywhere but each other's faces.

Finally somebody was man enough to begin speaking. "I know we're different, I know we're supposed to hate each other and we're fated to fight one and other, but I can't ignore what I feel!" Harry blurted out, surpressing his redness which was fighting its best to submerge.

Draco blinked slowly at what was said until he sighed, taking it all in and lowering his eyes back to his feet rather than the ceiling. "What do you feel?" He asked, so quietly it was less than a whisper but Harry still heard the question perfectly fine.

"I don't know, I just don't know." Harry sighed while shrugging his muscular shoulders which made the blonde tense up and a sharp intake of breath was suddenly needed as it felt he was knocked off his feet. "What about you?" He returned the question after the silence they shared uncomfortably.

The two teenage boys began shifting in their spots, playing with their own hands while finding random objects extremely interesting that they had never noticed before. "No idea." Draco finally replied, his voice was shaking noticably. "I just know that right now, all I can feel is you and the deep want of you. Physically, emotionally...mentally." His voice shutdown at that moment, his throat incrediably dried up.

"It takes a lot of guts to say what you've said, what we've said," Harry corrected himself, talking for the failed voice of the blonde. "We should just take things slow, but still go with what we feel and what we want. Just try and keep it secret, talk about things, figure this out together. Possibly talk to Dumbledore." Before the other could protest, he continued. "Just think about, for me? It could do you and me so much good, it could change everything you told me yesterday and make it all better. Just think about it." Harry repeated softly and suddenly the blonde enclosed the space between them by smashing his body up against the others, kissing him violently and wrapping his fingers in the messy hair.

Parting after the five minute kiss was painful, the two of them stared into the others eyes. "I'll think about it." Draco agreed, nodding his head. "Everybody should be back soon," He got a bit worried at that. "I sent you a letter back, should be on your bed. Keep in touch." Draco leaned forward once more and kissed Harry softly on his lips before they left one and others presence. Neither could be happier, and seemed to glow from the inside out - it wasn't always a bad thing to be glowing, in the wizarding world and all...it could mean one was combusting from the inside out, and these two definately were doing just that.

A few days later after conversing daily through letters, Harry felt oddly comforted by this new relationship he had established with Malfoy and even though during classes they had to keep pretending to hate one and other - they had fun with that part anyway! Hermione was overjoyed that her friend finally found something that had made him happy, whereas Ron was quite suspicious as to what his brunette roomate was writing late at night, past midnight and sending out with his owl. He would have to get to the bottom of this soon. Yet, for now The Golden Trio walked slowly from The Great Hall toward their first classes and Hermione parted ways before Ron and Harry continued onto their Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson. In that class were mostly Gryffindor's and Ravenclaws with a few Slytherins here-and-there as well, so it was quite enjoyable to say the least.

Sitting nearest to the front, Harry listened intently at the lesson on the most powerful defence charms ever known to any wizard or witch, they weren't to practice them because it could accidently harm the students, but to study up on them would be well enough. "Pst!" Ron nudged his friend in the side, he paid no attention to the distraction. "Harry! When's the next Qudditch practice?" He asked, trying to do anything else other than actually listen to their Professor.

"Bugger off!" Harry snapped back, returning to scratching his quill quickly across pieces of parchment, trying to keep up with the lecture. "This monday." He finally retorted before becoming consumed in the Dark Arts class once more, for it was his favourite subject and he should do best to stay ontop of himself in it. After recieving their class work and homework assignment, they got right down to it so they wouldn't have to do much work tonight in the Common Room and would have more free time.

A lean figure strode by Harry's desk and lightly touched his own hand which was just lying their as he read through the textbook trying to get that part of his homework finished, a crumbled up note was left in the palm of his hand. "Watch where you're going, Potter! You almost ruined my works of art with your greasy, disgusting hands!" Malfoy spat before winking and walking up to their Professor to ask a question or two he had made up about the homework.

With no retaliation, Ron was surprised as he watched Harry slip something onto his lap and take a moment in time to look away from his homework. Even though Malfoy just insulted his friend, Ron could see that he was smiling instead of looking quite upset as he usually did. Harry didn't notice the redhead surveying him so strangely so he just continued on reading the short note that had been dropped in his hand. It read in a fancy script; Same place, midnight. See you then? Draco's writing asked and it seemed as soon as the blonde sat down it was impossible to get his attention when the Professor was just right in front of you, making sure your work was being done.

So he had to think up an idea of how to reply to Draco, and so Harry slipped his wand secretly out from his pocket and conjured up a piece of parchment from his bag hanging off of his chair and then whispered, "Windgardium Leviosa!". The parchment flew slowly across the room on the ground and ended up at Malfoy's feet. The teenager placed his wand back into his pocket before standing up and walking over to the blonde's desk to bend over and pick up what he had 'dropped' sometime while entering the classroom as he told the Professor, Draco however just smirked greatly as he recieved a note with just a smiling face on it.

"Malfoy." Harry snapped at him, only to have a sneer returned and the brunette had to get away before he began to laugh at the sneering face that he hadn't seen in a long time - since Malfoy apparantly hated him, of course. As the boy returned to his seat, Ron scowled at him whenever his head would turn and act completely normal whenever Harry flashed him a smile. Once the bell rang, everybody packed up their things and threw their bags over their shoulders before leaving the classroom to head over to their second class of the morning.

Ron finally confronted his friend in the hallway as they walked down the stairs towards Advanced Potions, where they always had fun in that with that copy of Harry's book in hand. "Harry, what notes were you and Malfoy sending back and forth?" He asked quite straight-forward wanting to know what the hell his best mate was up to, fratinizing with the enemy afterall.

"What?" Harry spluttered out a little too quickly before he cleared his throat and subconciously fixed his school tie tucked away neatly under his robes that were done up once in the middle. "What notes are you talking about!" He laughed beneath himself, trying to restrain from freaking out and getting too nervous on the redhead.

Not being satisfied, Ron stopped walking abruptly and pulled Harry into a corner just before they entered the dungeons for class so that nobody could hear what they were conversing about. "You know exactly what notes I'm talking about!" He seemed rather angry; the fact Harry was happy, not fighting back with Malfoy, sending letters and disappearing late at night, acting so out of place but still upbeat, it had to mean something and Ron was going to get to the bottom of it someway or another. "What is happening to you Harry? You know you can tell me anything, mate." Ron tried being more calm about it and pulling out the 'We're-Best-Friends-So-You-Can-Tell-Me-Anything' card.

"Uh..." Harry staled and his throat swelled up like a balloon, his mind went blank. "Death threats." He finally stated, a little more confident than before. "Yes, death threats! You see our Professors would give us detention if we ever said them out late, mate. It's better to do it behind their backs. Plus, that insufferable git had it coming anyway." Harry muttered, acting as aggravated as simply possible. Ron bought the excuse, for now, but he still was rather determind to figure out what was going on.

A voice sounded behind the two, and they turned around quickly to find Malfoy standing there with not only his two goons (Crabbe and Goyle), yet also Pansy Parkinson - the pug of Slytherin herself. "What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron growled while clenching his fists visibly by his side as Draco crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the hot-headed teen.

"Oh nothing..." He drawled, using his usual smirk in place to intimidate the two but Harry just got slightly turned on by the face as he knew it in more 'intimate' ways, you could say. "It's just that I could overhear Potty saying how 'insufferable' I am. For once I agree on something!" Draco laughed lightly, his goonies grinning behind him and cracking their knuckles as if to be threatening. Ron and Harry both gave the boy odd looks. "I am insufferably irresistable, thank you for noticing Pothead. Now take your Weasel and run along." He pushed his nose as high in the air as possible while still looking up at them and being the higher one in this arguement because of his peers behind him.

The four Slytherin's walked off before any more insults could be thrown back, but it wasn't like Harry would start arguing with Draco anytime soon unless it was acting that must be done. That night at exactly midnight, the two met up in the usual bathroom with Moaning Myrtle enjoying eaves-dropping on their conversation. She found it rather cute about the two, sneaking around in the middle of the night just to talk to one and other and share short but sweet kisses of passion, lust, and above of some kind of other emotion that they still couldn't place. They spoke of how their day went, congratulated themselves on the mere acting during classes, and also of 'what they were' and still could not figure out a damned thing - besides the fact they were on cloud nine. With that Harry had brought his Invisibility Cloak down that evening and leant it to Draco so he could get back with no trouble. Things were looking up, as long as nobody knew about the two they would always be happier than ever. Or so they thought...