Duckie: So sorry for taking FOREVEH! I've been busy with other projects and stuff. By the way, I'm seriously disappointed in this chapter…. D:

I would also like to tell my Beta thank you so much for always being so patient with me. Thanks so much, I love you! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Seven

Dumbledore nodded. "Powerful spell that one. Brings enemies together."

Harry scoffed, "No kidding."

Snape glared at the boy, effectively silencing the boy.

Dumbledore smiled, "To become lovers."

All three occupants in the room stared at him with wide eyes. "WHAT!" they screeched.

"There's got to be a way to break this spell." Harry exclaimed, hysteria clearly heard in his voice. Draco nodded in agreement his face paling.

"I'm sorry, Harry my boy," Dumbledore looked at him sadly, "There just isn't any other way."

Harry collapsed into one of the chairs, his head falling into his hands. "This can't be happening." Harry breathed.

"I can't," he whispered, voice drastically rising, "I refuse to love him!" Harry yelled.

Draco flinched away from the harsh words. Sure he hadn't wanted to fall for Harry, which he'd deny completely if someone found out he already was, but at least he didn't despise the idea as much as Harry seemed to.

"Harry, we never said you had to fall in love with him." Dumbledore stated, a slight smirk forming on his face.

"Oh," his face brightened in embarrassment. His face blanked at Dumbledore while his brain thought about what he had just been told. "Wait, then what do you mean by becoming lovers?"

Draco stared at him, his own thoughts racing back to what Dumbledore had said earlier. When he really thought about it, the Headmaster did say they would become lovers but never said that they would fall in love. He froze at his own thoughts. Then did that mean he seriously was falling for his rival? Draco felt sick to his stomach.

"Exactly what it means." Dumbledore answered.

Harry contemplated this before an idea popped into his head. "So, if we avoid each other we won't become lovers?" he asked.

Dumbledore seemed to enjoy himself when he answered, "I apologize, but that's not quite how it works." At Harry and Draco's confused stares he decided to elaborate, "What I mean is that you two will be drawn to each other. Every time you make contact, your bodies will want more of each other until your bodies and hearts are satisfied."

"Wait, hearts?" Draco questioned, feeling the queasy feeling return.

"Indeed Mister Malfoy. This spell won't disappear until you are both satisfied sexually and in terms of the heart."

"So basically, you are saying we have to fall in love?" Draco asked, slight irritation in his voice.

"That's for you to figure out on your own." Dumbledore said with a smile before he left.

"That man never makes sense." Draco sighed.

"I fully agree." Harry said, his arm bumping into Draco's. Both boys jumped from the contact.

"What was that for, Potter?"

Harry looked down at his arm in confusion, "I don't know. It just moved on it's own."

"Right, like your body just disobeyed you just to touch me."

Harry flushed, "I told it was just-" he cut off as Draco's hand slid into his. He stared down at the hand that didn't belong to him. "Now what's that?" Harry yelped, gesturing to their hands. Draco stared down at his offending limb and tried to pull away but it just resulted in his fingers to glide in between Harry's.

"What the bloody hell!" Harry shouted, trying to wrench his hand away. Instead of pulling away like his body should have done, it instead tightened it's hold on Draco's hand. The two boys stared at their interlinked hands. Harry's face twisted into disgust while Draco tried so hard to look away from the scene in front of him. He was holding hands with Potter, Harry-fucking-Potter!

"Let-" Harry pulled, "Me-" another pull, "Go!"

Their hands slid apart, but just as Harry was about to rejoice, his lips were covered with another set. His eyes flew open as he looked into the icy blue eyes of Draco. His blond hair tickled Harry's cheek as a soft chuckle came from the raven haired teen as his lips formed upwards into a smile. Draco, on the other hand, thought that Harry had meant that as a sort of acceptance. Cautiously, he licked Harry's bottom lip.

Harry's smile immediately dropped as he pulled away. Their lips separated and both stared at each other with confusion.

"Are we free?" Draco asked. Harry nodded. A sigh passed through pale lips before they became pinker and fuller. Draco had once again reverted back to Ron's body.

"Was that you?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Was what me?"

"The tongue."

Draco paled. He didn't know what to say. So he went for the second best thing. "No, it moved on it's own the bloody appendage. Like I would ever want to kiss you, Potter."

Harry chuckled in relief. "That's good. I never wanted to kiss you either." He was too busy thinking of a plan that he missed the hurt look on Draco's face.

"So how should we deal with this touching problem." Draco asked.

"Easy. Don't touch each other."

"Sounds good."

"Deal then? No touching until we figure out a way to break this stupid spell." Harry asked, holding his hand out in a shake.

"Deal." Draco agreed, holding his own hand out until he realized they couldn't touch and retracted his hand. "Potter," his eyes flicked at the boy's out stretched hand, "we can't touch."

"Oh yeah, Sorry, almost forgot." he said, pulling his hand back his face red with embarrassment.

"I think I'll go tell Blaise about this new development." Draco said, desperately wanting to get away from Harry.

"Yeah, I should go tell Ron."

They stared at each other for a minute before Draco glanced away awkwardly and walked away going to find Blaise. Harry watched him leave before he himself went on a search for his best friend.

"Blaise." Draco said, walking up behind his best friend.

"Draco." A smile appeared onto his face as he pulled the redhead into a hug. Draco blinked in confusion at the boy's sudden affection but returned the hug anyways. A few minutes later the two boys let go, Blaise a little bit more reluctantly.

"So what's up?" Blaise asked.

"We found out what the spell does." Draco whispered, a stern look coming to his face.

Blaise's face broke into a huge grin, "No way. What's it do?"

Draco took a deep breath as he replayed everything that had happened just a few hours ago, leaving out the part where he kissed Harry. Blaise let out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding.

"Wow, that sucks. Being stuck with a Gryffindor."

Draco looked at him quizzically, "Aren't you stuck with the Weasel?"

Blaise's face went blank before shock emerged on his face, "Holy hell, you're right! I had almost forgotten."

Draco gaped at his friend, "How could you have forgotten? He's probably the most Gryffindor-ish of them all, besides Potter."

Blaise had a thoughtful look on his face, "I don't know. He's actually pretty Slytherin-ish. He's not that bad of company too."

Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. His friend, no, his BEST friend actually enjoyed the company of their natural enemies.

"How could you possibly like a Gryffindor's company?" Draco spat.

Blaise gave him a murderous look. "Look! Just becomes you have this unnatural hatred for all Gryffindors doesn't mean we all do! Maybe I enjoy his company because I actually like him." Blaise spat back.

Draco gasped when he heard those words. "You like him?"

Blaise's face flushed before his scowl returned, "So what if I do! You going to hate me now too?"

Draco couldn't believe he was actually having this talk with Blaise. Of course he wouldn't hate him for being friends with a Gryffindor. But his pride was stopping him from saying so out loud. He clenched his teeth in anger and his brows furrowed in deep thought.

Blaise scoffed, he couldn't believe Draco. He was seriously thinking about if he wanted to stay friends. Well screw that!

"Whatever, I'm leaving." Blaise turned on his heel, making his way down the hall corridor.

Draco's head snapped. He watched as his best friend walked away from him. He clenched his fists as he bit the inside of his cheek. Screw pride!

"Blaise, wait!" Draco yelled, running after his friend.

Blaise ignored him and kept walking.

"Please, I need to tell you something."

His pace slowed but the words that Draco had previously said flashed through his mind and he started running with new vigor to get away from his friend.

"It's because I love him!" Draco screamed.

Blaise froze. Wait, what! He turned around to see Ron's body running towards him, stopping just a few feet away.

"Excuse me?" Blaise questioned.

Draco was bent over, trying to regain his breath.

"I wanted to tell you-" a pant, "that I don't hate Gryffindor."

He took a deep breath as he straightened himself, looking Blaise straight in the eyes, "Because I like one."

Blaise felt his mouth drop. He couldn't believe what he was hearing right now. Wait…like?

"That's not what you just said."

"I know, the thing is Gryffindor's aren't too bad I guess."

Blaise shook his head, "No… you said like just now."

Draco felt his face flush red in embarrassment and lost eye contact with Blaise, "Yeah, And?"

A smirk formed on Blaise's lips, "But while you were chasing me, you said love."

Draco felt all the blood that had just rushed up to his face, drain completely.

"What are you talking about?"

Blaise smiled, "Awe, does my little Draco not want to admit that he loves a horrid Gryffindor?"

Draco's face flushed once more. With all of the blood rushing, he was starting to get really dizzy. "Never."

Blaise shrugged his shoulders and started to walk away, "Maybe we should tell him." He turned around to look at Draco, "What do you think?"

"No!" Draco automatically went into panic mode, "We can't tell Potter any of this."

Blaise felt his mouth drop once more, "Bloody hell! It's Potter!"

"Fuck." Draco slapped his forehead. Why couldn't he keep his stupid mouth shut.

Blaise was all smiles again when Draco opened his eyes, "We have defiantly got to tell him this."

"No, Blaise, please don't." Draco was desperate. He couldn't let Harry know that he liked him.

Blaise stared at him for a few seconds before he let out a deep sigh. "Fine, I won't tell him."

"Good. I wouldn't want him to punch me accidentally and then get stuck mouth to mouth like last time."

Poor Blaise just couldn't stop his mouth from dropping the third time in less then five minutes. "You snogged Harry Potter?"

Draco clasped his hand over his mouth, shaking his head.

"Draco, you better tell me now, or Potter may be getting some interesting information later today."

Draco glared at his best friend but told him anyway. After the talk about the touching issue, Blaise had a giddy smile on his face.

"What are you so happy about?"

Blaise's face was wiped clean, a blank expression laying itself onto his face. "No reason. Well would you look at the time, I have someplace to be."

Before Draco could say anything, Blaise was off down the hall, running into people as he ran through the crowd. Draco sighed, he hoped he could trust Blaise to not blab this to anyone. Wait… Crowd? Draco looked around at the people that were surrounding him, obviously hearing all that they had just talked about. His eyes grew wide as he awkwardly walked away from the crowd around him, all staring with dumbfounded looks stuck on their face. Once he turned the corner, the whispers automatically started. Well, it probably wouldn't matter if Blaise blabbed or not. Oh, Harry was going to kill him.

As he walked down the halls of Hogwarts, he kept being pointed at, whispers ensuing all around him. They were so muddled together that he couldn't even figure out what kind of gossip they were talking about, but he didn't care. He had to find Ron.

"Harry!"

Harry turned around to see Malfoy's body rushing past people trying to reach him.

"Ron." Harry breathed in relief. "I've been looking everywhere for yo-"

"Is it true?" Ron asked, now standing in front of Harry.

"Is what true?"

"That you snogged Malfoy."

Harry's face drained of all its color. "What?"

"Yeah, it's all over Hogwarts now. Everyone's talking about it, even the teachers."

Harry felt rage flow through him; he was going to kill Malfoy. Fingers snapping in his face made him freeze.

"Harry, you never answered me."

Harry looked at Ron, it was strange seeing Draco's body there instead of Ron's but he shook the feeling away and hung his head.

"Yes."

A collective gasp came around. Harry lifted his head to see a crowd surrounding him and Ron.

"Vultures!" Ron screamed, running away, not even trying to help Harry.

"Ron, you traitor!" Harry yelled as Hogwarts students hoarded around him.

End Chapter 7

A.N. I'm sorry for taking so long to write this. One of my closest friends, also the guy I like, tried to commit suicide a few days ago. This has been his second attempt this year. I'm really worried about him, but I've also tried to write this without having it being too depressing. Anyways, Thanks again for reading. I appreciate it so much.