A/N: Another chapter for you all! I happen to really, really, really like this chapter and I'm pretty sure you will too :) Read the author's note at the bottom too!

Chapter 3

What is love? Love is friendship. If you can't be my best friend, then you can't be my love.

So I imagined this day going much differently. Well, the way it is turning out is completely how I dreamed, but before that unbelievable kiss, I imagined it being a day of just Draco and me hanging out like friends. I'm very pleased with where it went instead.

"Okay, so lasagna is fairly easy to make. It's all about layers and doing it just so. First, you start with cooked lasagna noodles and lay them on the pan like this. Then you place your filling like beef, lamb, chicken, vegetables, cottage cheese, whatever you decide. Then, you place more noodles and so on until you've filled the dish to almost the top," I explain to Draco. He is paying very close attention and I am wondering if he's focused on the meal that I'm preparing or my hands. It's hard to tell because his eyes do not look like they would if he was simply watching me make lasagna. "Then, you place it in the oven and it bakes for about an hour to an hour and a half. Make sense?" He's still watching my hands and is not even looking at me. "Draco, are you having a seizure or something?" I ask, suddenly concerned because maybe something is wrong with him. He blinks several times and then looks up at me, his eyes a startling shade of bright gray.

"You have amazing hands," he comments. I try to lift my eyebrow at him, but I think it looks more like a weird twitch and then I look down at my hands. They look like any normal hands to me, nothing special.

"Thanks, I think." He's acting so strange. I give him one more perplexed look and start to leave my kitchen. I don't get very far when it seems that he has apparated himself right in front of me. He just appears out of nowhere. How did he get here so quickly? I step back nervously.

"I bet your hands feel wonderful," he comments wistfully. Oh, that's something interesting. I'm intrigued. So the kissing from before wasn't just a fluke? Alright, I have a great response for this.

"I'm sure they do," I say. Perfect, right? By the look on Draco's face, I'm thinking my response was stupid and not what he wanted to hear.

He steps towards me, and reaches his arms out, wrapping them around my waist and pulling me towards him. Our bodies make contact and I can see just how much he likes my hands, or maybe what he's hoping I can do with my hands. I blush and my arms hang uselessly at my sides. He leans forward and captures my lips in another heated kiss. My arms instantly react and my hands settle on his hips. My thumb caresses his side where it's slipped beneath his shirt. He lets out this noise that tells me that what I am doing is definitely appreciated.

"You haven't given me a tour of your house," he mutters against my lips. I'm curious about this sudden change. Here we are having a wonderful kissing session and now he wants a tour of my house? This does not make sense.

"We can tour later," I reply as I try to kiss him again, but he pulls back and shakes his head.

"I want to do it now," he insists.

I sigh, hoping that after the tour we can get back to the kissing. I really like the kissing. "Alright, let's tour," I state. I stop in the hallway and start pointing. "This is the hallway, the kitchen, the sitting room, and the dining room. There is a loo right down there to the left and that door straight ahead leads to the cellar and Kreacher's residence. Up the stairs you will find five bedrooms, a library, a study, and three more loos. That's the house, tour over," I say quickly and once again go to kiss him and once again, I am denied. I frown at him and I'm pretty sure I'm pouting.

He smiles at me in such a way, that I instantly melt. "Show me the upstairs," he requests.

I'm pretty sure I let out an undignified sound and start for the stairs, Draco trailing behind. If it wasn't clear that I'm annoyed before, I'm pretty sure my stomping makes it obvious. Draco chuckles behind me which annoys me even more. I turn to the right and start from one end of the upper floor to the other. "This is the library. This is a loo here. This bedroom here is where Ron and Hermione typically stay when they visit (I'm pretty sure he just made a disgusted noise). This is Teddy's room when he comes to visit overnight which isn't often since he's so young. Andromeda sleeps here. This is another loo. The study is here and to the left here is another guest bedroom," I explain quickly. I stop in front of the door at the very end of the hallway. "This is my room. It spans the whole left side of the house and is definitely the biggest room in the whole house. It even has its own loo." I blush as I'm trying to remember if it's tidy or not. I'm pretty sure it is so I push the door open. I feel Draco look over my shoulder and peer into the room.

"Wow. This room is huge," he comments as he steps past me and into my room. I feel like a barrier has been broken down by him stepping in my room. No one has ever been in my room except myself. Kreacher doesn't even go in there. "It is much brighter in here too. This room is definitely yours. It has Harry written all over it," he comments as he walks to the bed and runs his hand across it. Wait a minute, he said my first name. I can't imagine a more wonderful word at this moment coming from his lips.

I walk over to stand next to him and try to look at my room through his eyes. It's definitely Gryffindor like and I do have Quidditch stuff on the walls and lots of pictures. I hope it's not too obvious how much time I spend in my room. Actually, I don't care. I love my room. "I spend a lot of time in here. Actually, you're the first person to ever be in here since it became mine." He looks over at me in surprise.

"No ladies or men in waiting have ever been in here?" he questions as he sits gracefully on my bed. He looks over at me innocently, but I'm on to him. I see where he is going with this.

I cross my arms and stare at him. "I only let those who really pique my interest into my room and it looks like you're the first one," I reply.

He lifts his damn eyebrow again, but then he scowls at me. "I thought you said you haven't seen anyone since Hogwarts?" he questions, his tone suggesting I better answer carefully.

I shift uncomfortably. I haven't seen anyone since Hogwarts so I really don't know why I'm nervous all of a sudden. I suppose there was that one bloke, but he was just an experiment and he definitely never came to my house. "Well, I suppose that was a half truth," I begin. His scowl turns into an angry glare. Wow, jealous much? I try not to smile at the possibility of Draco feeling possessive of me already.

"So how about you tell me the whole truth?" he requests or well, more like demands as he sounds pretty angry. I sigh and walk to the other side of my bed and climb onto it. I lean back against my pillows, enjoying the torture that I know Draco is going through, even if his expression says otherwise.

I put my hands behind my head and look thoughtful. Draco is shaking his leg quickly which tells me that if I don't speak up soon, he's going to blow. "There was this bloke that I met while walking through the park one day. Probably, six or so months ago, maybe more. Anyway, we chatted for a bit and then I expressed my confusion about whether or not I liked blokes. He was clearly into men so I felt comfortable enough to tell him my thoughts. He was a muggle anyway; had no idea who I was. So he offered to be my experiment so one thing led to another and sure enough, I was into blokes," I explain.

Draco flipped around on the bed and was now sitting cross-legged. He stared at me with this heated look and then looked me up and down. "What did he do to you?" he questioned.

I blushed deeply. I hadn't told anyone how I had figured out that I was into blokes. Even my best friends had no idea. I suppose if I was going to be seeing Draco, I might as well tell him how I came to this decision. That is if we are going to see each other again after today…. Well, either way, I guess I'll tell him. "Touched me, kissed me, got me off, and sucked me off as well," I tell him quietly.

His eyes widened and he looks down at me with this surprised look on his face. "Really?" he asks. I nod. He frowns and leans back for a moment on his hands. He studies me, looking thoughtful. "Did you ever see him again?" he asks. I shake my head. He nods and continues to look at me thoughtfully. Then he gets up onto his knees and crawls over to me. He straddles my hips, but doesn't settle. I watch him nervously, knowing that if I even attempted to lift my hand, it would be shaking. "So, did he touch you like this?" he asks as he places his hands at my waist and slides them up under my shirt. He caresses my sides gently sending chills throughout my entire body. I shake my head. He leans forward and places a feather light kiss to the area below my ear. Chills course through me once again. "Did he kiss you like that?" he questions. He doesn't give me time to respond before he's doing the same thing to the other side. All I can do is moan in response.

He leans back just enough to hover above my lips. At some point I had closed my eyes, and when I slowly opened them, I met deep gray eyes that were so filled with wanting that I nearly lost it right then. "Did he kiss you…." He leans down and presses his lips firmly against mine. My mouth opens in surprise at the touch and he takes it upon himself to push his tongue into my mouth. Merlin, he even tasted of peppermint and chocolate. He deepened the kiss and plundered my mouth with his skilled tongue. He slid one of his forgotten hands across my stomach and to my nipple and pinched it ever so carefully. My instant reaction was to arch my back and make contact with his hard length. I knew instantly that I must feel him again. He pulled back though and I let out this disappointed noise at the loss of contact. "Like that?" he finishes.

"Merlin, no," I mutter. I watch as this triumphant smile spreads across his face. It makes him look unbelievably sexy.

He leans back and I look at him with a frown. I must have him back on me now. His sexy smile has now turned into this smirk that suggests I'm in for it. My cock hardens in anticipation for what is sure to come. Draco reaches down and starts to loosen my belt. His eyes never leave mine and I'm finding myself wanting to look away out of pure nervousness, but I simply can't. They are far too captivating. Before I know it, my belt is loosened and Draco is unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down my thighs. His eyes widen as he takes them off of mine for a moment to see my cock pushing against my boxer briefs. It's clear that I am enjoying this and by the predatory look in his eyes, Draco is as well.

He throws my pants behind him and then looks back up at me. I squirm under his gaze as he moves to my side and up next to me. He lies on his left side, facing me. He places his hand beneath my shirt and caresses my stomach. He hasn't taken his eyes off of me. "Draco, why do you keep staring at me?" I ask quietly because really, he hasn't stopped it seems since we started.

He smiles at me when I say his name. Then he leans down and kisses me tenderly. When he lifts his head, he speaks. "I keep staring because you are so undeniably sexy and those eyes of yours are so hypnotic. I don't ever want to forget them. Every feeling that you have is mirrored in them. I can't stop," he whispers.

I blush deeply again. Wow, if that wasn't the most romantic thing someone has said to me. I reach my hands up and cup Draco's face. I don't think he realizes how expressive his eyes are either. I pull his face down to mine and I kiss him, expressing my thanks for his completely romantic comment. He returns the kiss and we both open our mouths for the others entrance. His hand continues to caress my stomach and I don't even realize it until his fingers graze my extremely hard member that he has been moving down. I react instantly. My back arches and my hips buck up into his hand causing some glorious friction that should be illegal. He palms me for a moment and I swear I'm going to come right then.

"I need to know, Harry, did it feel like this when you were with him?" he asks me in this deep, husky voice the goes straight to my already aching member. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to calm myself, but his touch is so amazing that I can't possibly calm down.

"Gods, Draco! No! Stop teasing me!" I beg. I am literally losing control. I don't beg, ever.

Draco chuckles and leans down to silence my begging with a kiss. As he does this, his hand slips into my briefs and he grasps me fully and I tense, expecting an explosion of epic proportions. How did this happen? How did I get from the café to here? Who cares! There is nothing better than this!

Draco's hand slides up and down my shaft and I'm pretty sure he somehow lubricated his hand because I am moving so smoothly through his hand. I feel his hard length against my leg and I fumble my hand to his pants. I'm quickly becoming frustrated because I want to feel him, the same way he is feeling me. I turn my head, breaking the kiss and banish Draco's pants. He cries out in a panic and I just laugh.

"There on the chair," I pant. He looks over his shoulder just to be sure and then he looks back down at me with a glare.

"Never banish a man's pants, Potter, especially mine," he warns.

I just laugh more. He starts to remove his hand and I reach out with my seeker skills and grab his hand with my own unoccupied hand and stop him. "It won't happen again," I assure him.

He looks at me distrustfully, but nods and continues moving his hand. That is until I touch him and he lets out this adorable squeak of surprise and pleasure. His eyes flutter closed and I try not to giggle triumphantly at bringing him to this point with one simple touch. I slowly begin to move my hand, watching him carefully. His eyes are still closed and I can see him shuddering each time I pass my hand up and then down his length. I mutter something and then I reach inside his boxers and cup him with my slick hand. He groans at the contact and stops his motions on me.

"Geezus, Potter, you're killing me here," he mutters, his tone breathless.

"One of the best ways to die, I would think," I comment. He smiles and opens his eyes. We stare at each other for several seconds, neither one of us moving. There are so many questions between us right now. Where is this going? Is this a one time thing? Why does this feel so right? How have we missed out on this? What will happen next? How do I feel right now?

I search his eyes and I see something there that I'm not expecting. I see need and not in the sexual sense, but in the companionship, relationship, all the bells and whistles, need. He wants me in such a way. No, he needs to me in such a way and I can't deny that I feel the same. This took far too long.

I let out some sort of cry and lean up to kiss him. He responds with the same cry and our movements become frantic. Our hands are moving quicker and our kisses are desperate. It seems like we want to feel each other in every way possible, but there's a giant barrier between us. Oh wait, that's our shirts and our boxers. Eh, hands are preoccupied, next time.

I feel him begin to pulse in my hand and then I feel myself beginning to pulse. I know it won't be long. I plunder deeply into Draco's mouth and then he tenses and our kisses stop and I tense and we are coming together. Our foreheads are against each other; we're panting, and muttering each other's names. This is the best I've ever felt and I'm not making that up. I have never felt as fulfilled as I do in this very moment.

With our hands sticky and our bodies drenched in sweat, we lie there, breathing heavily. Neither one of us can move and I'm pretty sure we don't want to. "That was the most brilliant…. ugh, I can't even find the right words to describe it." I attempt to find the right words, but honestly, there aren't any to describe this moment.

"I'm at a loss too." He collapses next to me and we are lying on our backs, staring up at the canopy on my bed. I wave my hand and we are cleaned up. Did I mention I've been practicing wandless magic? Oh…. Well, I have been.

"Been practicing?" he comments sleepily.

"Yeah," I respond just as tiredly. I reach down and pull the covers up around us. I curl into Draco's side and he wraps his arm around me and I settle against his chest and quickly fall into the best nap I've ever had.

A/N: So, I'm sure some of you are thinking this is too fast, but let me assure you, it makes sense to me :) They've been eyeing each other for years, more differently the past year especially. I imagine their affair to be very passionate with lots of sex involved! Hope you enjoyed!