I promised a longer chapter and tada! Your welcome :) this feels a bit jumpy but I had to write it like this, I couldn't write it any differently without it being rubbish. Thank you all for your reviews and alerts! I'm glad people like it, please review with any criticism and ideas you have, all are welcome! Enjoy and sorry for OOC-ness again... XD

Draco sits next to his two Slytherin thickheads, Crabbe and Goyle. Divination with Hufflepuff and these two for the next hour. Oh joy.

He feels awkward and exposed in between those two blocks of meat but it stops Pansy Parkinson from sitting up against him and whispering disgusting things in his ear with her stinking breath. He feels odd sitting so casually next to his friends after his dream last night. Harry... what if?... he ponders floating into a saucy daydream, just as Draco begins to block out the world he hears Crabbe trying to whisper but failing to control his loud excited voice.

"...I heard he likes some girl!" Crabbe blurts out gruffly.

"Nah he hangs around with that Weasley too much its more likely he is gay and has a thing with the ginger." Adds Goyle, a smirk bites his lips and his eyes flash with glee. Draco always likes it when they make fun of Potter, and he is always so down lately they are willing to try anything to cheer him up.

"He does have that gay vibe... what do you think Draco is Potter gay or what?" questions Crabbe, sparks of cruelty bursting through his deep azure eyes.

Draco jumps up from his chair, eyes dark and menacing as he looks into each of their startled faces.

"God I hate you both sometimes, you are so utterly and completely thick through and through." He states with such force that they both openly cringe and curl away. Scared of the thin, tall, blond whose face glows a dark pink with rage. They both turn their gazes on each other.

"He started it." whimpers Goyle pathetically, pointing his trembling finger at the now paling Crabbe. Draco turns on his heel and storms away, ignoring his shocked friends and Pansy's calls telling him to slow down. The remaining student's whispers fill the room as the angry Slytherin leaves seconds before the teacher enters the door at the opposite end of the room.

Draco walks sulkily down the hall. Harry and Ron, HA! Who could ever like that Weasley as if... Harry smiles at him and sleeps next to him and... Hugs him. No Harry doesn't like boys like that, hell why do I even care? Damn it, what is wrong with me recently I can't stop thinking about Harry! He just acts that way towards Weasley because he feels sorry for him... does he feel sorry for me? He stops suddenly. The thought had never occurred to him before. What if he only acts like he cares because he is making fun of me and taking pity on me? A startled look pours across his soft features. That bastard! Draco slams his fist against an innocent wall, the pain reverberating up his arm, his knuckles white and cut from the hard stone. He curls his arm up to inspect the damage as he continues down the hall. He starts to pick up the pace and next thing he knows he is running down the stairs taking two or three at a time, he rounds the corner at the bottom of the stairs and slinks down the narrow dark corridor. He hurriedly pushes the heavy wooden door open and enters the dimly lit room.

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Harry walks quickly but calmly down the corridor towards the dungeons. He knows the corridor he and Draco once argued in and assumed that it must lead to the secret Daily Prophet Collection room Draco often visits when he is really upset. Harry is terrified at the thought of what he could be doing, the spells he knows and the blade Draco flashed at him the other day sends shivers down Harry's spine.

He heard he was upset and angry from Crabbe and Goyle and lately he has been visibly miserable in all his classes, storming out of Divination class earlier today. Draco had been pushing away any person who asks after him making Harry just wish he could tell Draco he was there for him. Rushing down the last few stairs he takes a sharp turn left down a small dark passage, memories of the argument only a week ago flood back into his mind, the heavy press of Draco pinning him to the wall, the scrape of hard stone on his back, the pain in those shinning eyes...

Harry opens the door with barely a creak and tip toes toward the corner stack. Peering over a picture of an old witch smoking a pipe, he sees Draco curled up against the cold stone wall. His eyes are bloodshot and a flat grey in the dimly lit room. His white sleeve is stained a ruby red, the gash in his arm is an angry crimson and blood drips onto the cold stone floor.

Harry's eyes glow a bright sea green of panic and worry as he rushes around the piles of dusty newspapers to Draco's side and pulls his arm away from the small ball he has formed. Harry quickly applies pressure with his hand and strokes Draco's hair out of his face.

Draco shudders with pain, knowing the warm touch that can only be Harry. He clenches his fists and squeezes shut his eyes, trying to stop the torrent of tears running down his face and neck.

"Draco" Harry whispers softly "Draco open your eyes"

"No. Why are you here?"A strangled sob escapes Draco as he pulls closer into himself.

"Open your eyes Draco! I was hoping you wouldn't do this..." Pleads Harry, pain cracking his voice.

"Do what Potter? I don't even need your help" Harry cringes at the pain in Draco's voice.

"Hurt yourself." Harry says, moving a wisp of silken hair away from Draco's forehead.

Draco's eyes shoot open and a flash of some strange emotion races across his slate grey eyes before vanishing back into a sea of silver anguish. He is so confused, so tired, if he could only sleep... but he is too miserable and cold to do so. Draco reaches up to stop Harry's soft fingers from stroking his face but finds he can't help but move his hand to Harry's warm neck. The glow of his own ebony fingers against Harry's golden skin is hypnotising.

"How would you know anything about me? How did you even know where I was?" Murmurs Draco, feeling sleepier with the warmth of Harry besides him.

"Because I know you more than you will ever know..."

"But how? And since when have you ev..."

Harry slides forward and presses his hand against Draco's chest, forcing him back against the wall. Startled Draco is cut off mid-sentence. Harry's lips flutter briefly against Draco's now closed eyelids. Causing Draco to exhale quickly creating a cloud of hot vapour in the cool air.

Draco's cool pale skin with pink tinged cheeks and lips are irresistible and Harry can no longer control himself as he plants a hungry kiss onto Draco's compliant mouth. Shocked by his own actions but unable to control the urge Harry kisses him passionately, but what is even more shocking is that Draco kisses him back with equal fervour.

Draco is stunned by Harry's sudden warmth. His soft, sweet lips draw Draco deeper into the kiss, he twists so his body faces Harry directly and wraps his good arm around his neck while Harry's free arm encircles Draco's waist drawing him in. Harry keeps a firm grip on Draco's injured arm, trying to hold that liquid fire inside Draco where it belongs. Their lips collide urgently and passionately, both boys in shock, confusion and lust can no longer control their appetite.

Draco breaks the embrace when the pain in his arm suddenly awakes him from his stupor. He draws back quickly, confusion sifting through his silver eyes. He can't believe what just happened was real. Was Harry Potter just kissing me? Was I kissing him back! Utter shock is soon replaced with a numb feeling as they both stand up awkwardly. I am a fool. This must be some joke, never before has someone been so convincing but it mustn't be true. He looks at Harry, blood still dripping from his arm. It's slightly unnerving to see how calm Harry is, so certain in what he was doing, he just exudes pureness.

"You're a monster Potter" hisses Draco with as much venom as he can muster.

Harry is taken back by the brutality in Draco's voice. "Why? What have I done that is so horrible?"

"You're a menace for trying to humiliate me this way, what is Weasley around the corner with the whole school or something? Was last night a trick to make me trust you?"

"No, no one else knows you're here Draco and why would I try to humiliate you by doing this." Harry states as calmly as he can. His emerald eyes emanating hurt.

"Then what are you doing Potter! Why me?"

"More importantly are you ok?" Harry stares at him, worry clouding his beautiful green eyes.

"Stop trying to change the topic I'm..." Draco stops mid-sentence and follows Harry's gaze to his arm. Blood flows rapidly down his arm, dripping off his white finger tips and pooling next to his shoe. A wave of dizziness forces him to steady himself on a close stack of prophets.

"I'm..."

"Do you need some help? Maybe we should go to the nurse's office Draco..." Harry feels faint at the sight of Draco's pooling blood, his eyes flash with panic again. He reaches forward lightly touching the pale skin which was his for a fleeting moment.

"I'm fine and I don't need you" Draco whispers fiercely as he steps away from the stack offering much needed support to his weak limbs. He hurries angrily out the room and down the corridor without turning around, tears welling up and clouding his vision as he starts to run hazardously down the hall towards the Slytherin common room. What is going on?... why do I feel like this...

Harry sinks to his knees, his face frozen in an emotionless state. He appears no different than any other time but his heart is crushing from force of rejection which has utter and complete power over him. His throat feels so tight it pains him to even breathe. Such unfamiliar emotions run rampant in Harry's brain. He shuts his eyes forcing back all thoughts and concentrates solely on his breathing. In and out. In and out. He exhales all the air from his lungs and holds back from inhaling. His lungs burn and a single thought returns to him: I just kissed Draco Malfoy. He remembers the soft lips and how Draco wrapped his arm around his neck, the warm touch of his delicate fingers, and the sturdiness of his toned waist. His eyes blur and he is forced to begin breathing again. He feels dizzy as all his emotions clash again inside his head.

"Oh god." Escapes Harry's slightly parted cherry lips. He is stunned by the amount of blood on his hands. Is this all Draco's? Is he alright? Harry rises to his feet and sets off running down the corridor towards the Slytherin common room. He frantically follows the trail of blood that must be Draco's. I have to get to him now, his thoughts scream as he rounds the last corner to the common room and Harry rushes straight into Snape's grasp.

"Mister Potter? Lost are we? I believe this is the wrong side of the castle for the likes of you." Snape says reeling in all his superiority in each syllable.

"I... I need to go to the nurses. I'm hurt" states Harry. Shocked at the sudden intrusion into his blind plan. How would I have even gotten in to the Slytherin dormitory if I don't know the password? He raises his hands for Snape to see.

Shocked at the sight of Harry's hands Severus veers him away from the Slytherin common room and rushes him to the Nurses office. As they enter Harry notices they are all alone, this only worries him more. He should be here. I hope he is all right.

"What's wrong with this one Severus?" asks the bustling madam Pomfrey.

"I don't know, but deal with this then send him off to bed I have to keep patrolling on duty." Replies Snape hands fluttering towards the bloody mess that is Harry.

"Watch yourself Potter. If I catch you wandering the halls again I will be the one sending you here. Are we clear Mister Potter?"

"Yes sir, crystal."

"Ok well off you go Severus" adds madam Pomfrey, pulling Harry aside and sitting him on the edge of a stiff bed. The sheets are crisp and smell of detergent and rose scented softener.

Snape strolls out the hospital wing and out into the night breeze, throwing a suspicious glance at the shell shocked boy. Be safe Potter, and he is off without a second thought.

"So what have you done here my boy?" asks madam Pomfrey.

"Oh it's probably nothing I just fell over and when I stood back up I had blood all over my hands."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, madam Pomfrey have there been any other patients tonight?" asks Harry, curiosity seeping through his indifferent facade.

"No mister Potter." She replies as she wipes away Draco's blood from his hands.

"Well you seem fine there Harry, where did you fall again?"

"Oh some corridor on my way to bed, I don't remember specifically."

"Well must be some rat Ms Norris caught again. Though it's an awful lot of blood. Off to bed Mr. Potter you are all clear."

"Thank you madam Pomfrey." Harry says as he makes his way stiffly to the door.

He takes no detours on the way back to the Gryffindor common room, for fear of Snape or Filch catching him again. He walks numbly up the staircase and into his dorm, falling limply on his bed. It smells distinctly of chocolate and pumpkin juice, the sickly sweet pumpkin and overpowering cinnamon fills his nostrils forcing him to flip onto his back. He lies in bed with another sleepless night of muddled thoughts ahead. Is he ok? Where is he? Is he getting help? Screams his thoughts. Did he run because he was hurt or because of me? Did he like kissing me? Is he going to avoid me? Harry closes his eyes and thinks of the kiss, warm and wonderful. He drifts off quickly, body wracked by exhaustion. No rest for the wicked though as his mind plunges him straight into a dream about Draco and him lying in a field in spring, no scars on Draco's arms or on Harry's forehead. No problems or worries, just the soothing smell of new life...

I thank my Beta SlashInc for her continued support and excellent editing (blame her for grammar mistakes! *snickers*) hope you all liked it and next chapter should be up soon :) Review and receive a cookie! (Yay cyber cookies! :D)