I'll apologise in advance for the shortness of this chapter. When I wrote it, I didn't realise it was this pathetically small. i'll try better next time :(

Oh and Julia, I am quite pro-Snape but I have this nasty habit of making my favourite characters suffer - nervous look - heheh...

read on :D

The rest of the week passed by without incident.

Ron tried to ask Harry how he knew about the bludger, but Harry passed it off as coincidence.

Kass was absent from Potions lessons, but Snape looked very defeated for some reason.

Draco got annoyed with the lack of attention Harry was giving him. He'd been waiting for the Gryffindor to approach him and attempt to explain himself. But no, Harry seemed to be blind to the fact that Draco even existed. Whenever they passed each other in the halls, Draco would say something insulting to him in hopes of getting a reply. But Harry always walked past, Hermione dragging a furious Ron away by the collar.

"I don't get it…" Draco said, looking totally defeated. "I've called him all sorts, I've insulted him, his friends, his parents, his title, I've even cursed him and he still ignores me." Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you try being nice instead?"

"It would hurt too much."

"Psh. Then you'll get no where."

"Oh suddenly you're the expert?"

"Yes actually." Draco blinked.

"How?"

"Well I wanted to see just how unapproachable Potter really is. So I went over to him yesterday and started talking to him. He's actually a very good conversationalist." Draco's mouth was hanging open.

"You…just….walked up to him and started talking?!" he spluttered, eyes blazing.

"Yeah. Sure." Blaise said, shrugging. Draco suddenly looked jealous and annoyed.

"Why?! What about?! When?! What did he say when you first went over?!"

"I've already said…We talked about all sorts…yesterday morning after breakfast…he seemed shocked at first, but after he realised I was only making conversation, he settled down." Draco near as damn it growled.

Harry sat back in silence. He was outside, by the lake enjoying one of the last good days before winter set in. Ron and Hermione were off somewhere taking care of first years. Sometimes Harry was glad he was never picked to be a prefect.

"You have some goddamn explaining to do!" Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned quickly to see Draco stood behind him, looking furious.

"What?!"

"First, you kiss me, run away laughing, then have the nerve to totally ignore me for the next WEEK! Then, you casually slip into a conversation with Zabini, a Slytherin, when you've hated me ever since first year just because I insulted your Weasel! Then…" Harry sighed, getting up.

"Firstly, Blaise is a really nice person to talk to, whereas you have the conversational skills of a spoon. Ron is not 'my weasel', and for the record, I've hated you ever since I saw you in Madam Malkins, because you were a stuck up ferret with a superiority complex!" Draco blinked, then scowled in anoyance.

"You didn't mention the kiss." Harry shrugged.

"There's nothing to mention. It didn't mean anything. It wasnt even a real kiss... more of an accidental brushing of lips..." Draco had a sudden rushing feeling, as if the world was crumbling. But he didn't show it. Instead, he just smirked.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"Accidental brushing."

"Indeed."

"Well….you won't mind if I do this…" he pushed Harry up against the tree he had been sitting under, and kissed him roughly. Harry's breath hitched painfully, and he shoved Draco away.

"What the hell do you…" Harry stopped, staring at Draco as if he were seeing him for the first time. The Slytherin was panting slightly. He had a strange, roguish look in his eyes, and his hair was ruffled.

Harry suddenly tackled Draco. They both crashed to the floor, with Harry on top of the Slytherin. Harry pressed his lips to Draco's feverishly, running his hands down Draco's sides. Draco moaned and opened his mouth, letting Harry's wandering tongue inside.

And at that moment, Draco had never felt happier.

For the rest of the day, Harry avoided Draco like the plague. Halfway through their make out fest, he had suddenly lunged backwards, and run away. He had run all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, and locked himself in his dorm room – earning a lot of funny looks from a group of second years who had been sitting in the common room when Harry flew past.

Harry was sat on his bed with the curtains drawn, rocking slightly.

"That did not happen…I am not attracted to Malfoy…no way…"

"You fancy Malfoy?!" Harry jumped in mid rock, falling sideways and off of the bed. He landed at the feet of Seamus Finnigan. "That stuck up Slytherin prick?!"

"No! Didn't you hear me? I said I wasn't att…"

"You only said that because you are. You wouldn't have to tell yourself you're not if you weren't." Harry blinked. He stood up, brushing off his shirt.

"That's stupid." he muttered, not fooling anyone.

"No, it makes perfect sense. Or do you always sit in bed, in the middle of the day, mumbling the names of random people you don't like?" Harry blushed. Seamus grinned. "Exactly. Now…does Malfoy know?"

"Pft. He knows…" Harry told him what had happened out by the lake. He didn't know why exactly he was telling Seamus, when he didn't even have the guts to tell Ron or Hermione…but somehow he managed to get through it. By the end of Harry's speech, Seamus was grinning his head off.

"Ha! Who would've thought it! The two people in the whole school who hate each other the most…don't hate each other at all!"

"I still hate him." Harry said, frowning. "I just think he's hot." Seamus raised a brow. "What?! I could never…like him. He's evil... he's a bastard... he's made my life a living hell..."

"Aww I bet he'd change for yooooou." Seamus cooed mockingly. If looks could kill, Seamus would have died right then and there. "Fine, fine. But really…people have been trying to get into Malfoy's pants for the past five years to no avail. Don't pass up this chance Harry."

"What the hell? What am I supposed to do? Tell him I just want to be his fuck buddy?!"

"Yeah…why not?" Seamus shrugged. Harry groaned.