With his hands in Draco's Harry was led blindly through the dark corridors of Howarts. It was Draco in the dark in the hospital wing but Harry wasn't quite sure who the kiss was from. Draco was strait, Harry was certain of it.
"Draco, who kissed me?" Harry tried to stay innocent.
"Shut up you fool. Do you want to be caught?" Draco's voice crackled with fear.
Then, almost instantly, quick footsteps approached followed by heavy wheezing and a tinkling bell. Filch and Mrs Norris. Draco swung Harry around a corner and pressed his back against the wall. Their chests lightly touched with Draco's hands still firmly grasping Harry's.
The footsteps had faded but the boys stuck still; half out of fear of being caught and half out of shock that the two enemies were so close yet so far away from hurting each other. Eventually Draco cleared his throat and moved away, resuming his previous bad temper.
Suddenly Harry was thrown to the floor. His bones cracked violently as he landed. Draco loomed over him and whispered harshly, "I can't have you see where we are going… Stupefy."
Harry's world went unbearably dark. It was cold in his unconscious state. He tried to shiver but he could not move, not his arms, not his head and not even his eyes, all he could manage was a broken rise and fall of the chest.
Through this dark world, Harry could hear the shuffle of Draco's feet on stone and the opening of doors and the frequent passageway.
In a flick of a wand Harry could move again. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere where the snakes slither from the ceiling in freedom and without a care in the world." Draco was feeling stubborn.
"Where?" Harry demanded.
"Don't worry, your dear Voldey won't be able to find you."
"Fuck Draco."
"I'm fine thank you."
Harry was fuming. "Just shut up. Sit down and tell me why we are here and where here is exactly."
"You've never been in this part of the castle? I would have thought you had. It's the most secret place I suppose. A sanctuary if you like."
"Where?" Draco was getting on Harry's nerves but Harry had to know about the kiss.
"This room doesn't have a name. I doubt old Dumbledore even knows about it. Old coot doesn't know anything. I suppose I'm the only one who knows about it, me and Oliver Wood."
"Wood? Why him? Captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team in our first year, nothing all that special."
"NOTHING SPECIAL! You can't tell me why Wood came back to all those Quidditch matches after he left? God Harry! You've been teasing me for what? 5 years or more. I thought it was because I'm – God you really are thick! You didn't even have a reason."
"Wait… What!" Harry paced where he was. The words were messed up, he must be hearing things wrong. He glanced beside him briefly scanning Draco's serious face. He wasn't lying. All this time Harry had though that Draco had just hated him but really he was the one who was being a dick. Harry had to set this straight but once again faced with awkward situations and possibly offensive outcomes he simply said, "I'm not…"
The two boys stood awkwardly together admiring the twisting shape of the ceiling and floor. At some points it seemed that the two became one but they soon twisted away from each other again. It was almost as if the two were moving, but with such energetic movements the room would have been noticed well before Wood's time.
No, the room was completely still. "I found this you know," Draco bragged, "I called it the water room because it looks like waves. I've been there once, you know, the ocean. My father didn't approve of course but it was stunning. I wanted to go into the water but father said it was for muggles and mudbloods. I just stood and watched them rolling. I could have been there for hours. Wood was the only one who understood. And I brought him here."
Harry gazed over the surface, it did look like waves, not that he'd ever seen them; Uncle Vernon always left him in his cupboard when they went on holidays.
"Guess where we are though," Draco was excited and eagerly awaited Harry's reply.
"I'm going to have to say that we are near the Chamber of Secrets. Honestly this place is really snake like."
"Nah, nowhere close. We're under the Black Lake. Snakes some here though. I talk to them a lot of the time. Real softies some of them."
"But that lake's got to be miles deep and it would be freezing down here at this time of year!" Harry lost his train of thought "… but you brought Oliver down here because you loved him…"
Draco nodded slightly, "This place is enchanted. The snakes made me do it." He turned to Harry and looked his strait in the eye, "Harry I thought you hated me because you knew I was gay. Turns out you just hated me. I know you and that Weasley girl are all romantic and such but I've seen those eyes you have whenever Lupin walks your way."
Harry gasped in air. It was like someone has knocked him hard in the chest with a club. He struggled to breath out of pure shock. Somebody had thought that Harry and Lupin were together. There was some reasoning behind this Harry supposed. They did spend quite a lot of time in Lupin's Chambers talking; mostly about his father and the werewolf issue. Harry wretched at the thought.
Draco crumbled into tears at his reaction; Harry never expected to be so disturbed by the sight. Slytherin and Gryffindor played no part in the games of love; no good, no evil, no power, just bad choices.
Harry slid down the smooth stone wall next to Draco and cradled him in his arms. "Draco, I promised to save you. I wouldn't care if you were Voldemort's son, I'd still save you because I don't want anyone else to die because of my mistakes."
"But you don't care about me. I tried," Draco sobbed, "I tried to make you care. I told you the truth. All you care about is killing fucking Voldemort." Draco cradled his head in his pale hands, rubbing furiously at the tears.
Harry tried to keep as calm as possible but even when he was in pain Draco got on his nerves. "I help everyone whether I know them or not. It's my fault that I haven't killed him yet but I don't know how, every time I get close my scar goes haywire and I can't see strait let alone think strait. Then someone comes to help me and they send him away for a little while and I feel safe but then reality sinks in. I owe them my life and I care, I really do. I just need to know that I can trust you not to turn your back on me and kill me yourself."
"Do you think I would? I've done nothing but be horrible to you and you've done the same. When have I ever earned this?"
"When you stopped me from killing myself in the Chamber."
Draco's head flew up to Harry's and their lips touched ever so slightly. Harry drew away and saw as Draco frantically search for his wand. Finally, his fist flew through the air and without resist Harry took the blow to his temple and dropped to Draco's feet.