A/N: Woohoo. I'm on a role. I hope you are all enjoying the story. Thanks to all the reviewers Love and of course Pink Elephant!

Chapter Seven

Harry walked around the lake several times, trying to get the blond out of his thoughts. He didn't feel betrayed or angry, just hurt and, though he would never admit it to anyone else, jealous. He knew they had no commitment; hell they didn't really have a relationship of any kind. They weren't enemies, but they weren't friends either. They were more than acquaintances, but less then lovers. What claim did he have against Nott, other than the childish pleas of: But I want it! Short of stomping his feet like a four year old, there wasn't much he could do.

Slowly, his thoughts drifted to Ron's words from the night before. Was it possible for his slightly off-balance friend to have a point? Could he love Draco and not even realize it? Ron was never one to be very observant; but that had never really applied to Harry, now that he thought about it. Yet, how could he love someone he hardly knew, someone he had learned to hate so easily? Hate; it all came back to that didn't it? The emotion was always intense between them. Their rivalry was known throughout the school. There was no denying the passion they shared, no matter what circumstances they were in.

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Draco walked into the Room of Requirement and found it exactly as it had been the night before. The two comfy black couches sat facing each other with the petite, wooden table separating them. He naturally sat on "his" couch, started a fire, and leaned back into the cushions.

He didn't know how to explain his actions of late, not even to himself. Even when he was in relationships, he never got this testy an- wait, what were they? What did he want, other than the obvious? Weeks ago he had convinced himself that, if got out of hand, once they shagged, this would all go away. He hadn't counted on Harry actually opening up to him and vice versa. He didn't expect to feel comfortable around him, short of physical intimacy, which meant very little to him. He couldn't deny that their- whatever they had- changed drastically the previous night. Why? Why were they suddenly on a first name basis and how did he got so caught up in this? Suddenly, he remembered.

"I've never wanted someone before. I've never needed someone. It kind of scares me," Draco said out loud.

He had never been more dumbfounded by any other statement in his life. Harry's tone had only added to the warmth that had settled in his chest. The other boy sounded feeble, but restless at the same time; so much like himself. Harry may be new to the sensation of lust, but Draco knew little feelings outside of it. Much of what he had felt in the last day had been completely foreign to him. He looked over to the other couch, finally taking in its emptiness, and decided it was time to get out of the room, since it did little to comfort him. Really, it only confused him further.

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The entrance hall was unusually quiet for a Saturday, but Harry supposed everyone was still outside, enjoying the sun before their homework called them indoors. He made his way up the first set of stairs, on his way back to his dorm. He had just made it to the first landing when someone shoved him and nearly pushed him off the first step.

"Watch it, Potter." he heard a familiar drawl and looked up to see a blond head retreating down the stairs.

"So, it's Potter now is it?" Harry asked, sounding hurt.

"Damn right, it's Potter." Draco said as he left the last step. Harry followed close behind him.

"Why are you so angry? If anything, it should be me who is upset." his face was red, but he kept his tone even. He saw the back before him turn slightly and felt himself being pressed against a wall. He was really getting used to this.

"What the hell do you mean by that? I haven't done anything to warrant making you mad." he said defensively. "I, on the other hand, am not angry, just-" but he stopped himself. That was not something he was ready to admit yet.

"I'm not angry really. I guess disappointed would be a good word; let down. I expected more from you, though I don't know why." Harry said softly.

"What?" Draco looked confused and it made Harry feel completely small. Maybe he had no right to feel the way he did. "Harry, what are you talking about? You're the one who made out with Weasel. Why should you be upset?" he looked accusingly at the raven-haired boy.

"How- how did you know Ron kissed me?"

"Some first year was blabbing about it in the library." he said looking down. Harry's eyes were surprised, but he was angry. In fact, Draco didn't think he had ever made Harry that angry. If he didn't look down he was bound to shove him harder against the wall. As he looked up, he saw the anger was gone, but the surprise lingered.

"You were that upset because you heard I had kissed Ron?" Now a small smile played on his lips and his tone was slightly mocking.

"Don't get too excited, Potter." It was more of a warning than anything, stating a line that was not to be crossed yet.

"Ok, well you should know that it was Ron who kissed me and it was a slightly less then romantic situation."

"Do explain." he drawled, clearly not impressed, but he backed off of Harry slightly and let him have some space.

"I had forgotten that I was supposed to work Potions with Ron last night. Obviously, I didn't get in until late and he was already asleep on the couch. When I woke him he asked me where I was and what I had done to my neck." Harry shot a pointed look up at Draco. "He got really angry, but then all he cared about was that I figure myself out. He was afraid that I wasn't giving my attraction to you enough credit." Draco smiled slightly. "I told him that I didn't need any time and that I was gay." As soon as this statement left his lips, Draco kissed him lightly.

"I told you so." he quipped as they parted.

"Mhmm." Harry said slightly distracted. There was a comfortable silence.

"That still doesn't explain why you were kissing Weasel." Draco said, effectively breaking the mood.

"Oh, well," he stopped for a moment, trying to place his thoughts together. "As soon as I told him I was gay, he said, 'It couldn't be me.' I swear I will never forget it." He looked up to gauge Draco's response, and was surprised to see that there was little. "He said he had jumped between me and Hermione for the past two years, never knowing which one he loved more. I couldn't believe it."

"I can. All you have to do is look at him. I wondered about that for a long time; probably since the Triwizard Tournament in fourth year. He was the thing you would miss most."

"I guess I never thought of it that way." Harry said, looking thoughtful. "Hold on, here you are making me feel horrible for kissing Ron, when you were the one who went and shagged someone after we met last night." he said defensively.

"What? I didn't shag an- Nott, that lying bastard!" Draco looked furious. Harry had to control himself. Here was not the time or the place, unfortunately. "Looks like we're in the same boat, kind of."

"So, you didn't shag Nott last night?" Harry said hopefully.

"No, we had had an arrangement. He wanted to and I'm usually not one to refuse."

"Then why did you?"

"I don't know. Why did you get jealous?" he asked sardonically. 'He better not make me say it.' Draco thought.

"Because I wanted it to be me." Harry replied bluntly, meeting Draco's eyes as he felt himself being pressed firmly against the wall by a lean body. Draco initiated the kiss, but Harry deepened it, moaning slightly as Draco's tongue entered his mouth. Suddenly, there was a gasp behind them.

"I knew it was true. Harry Potter is a poof!" said a little boy behind them. It was obvious he had just recognized Draco. "And Draco Malfoy." the little second year looked like his head was about to explode.

"Yes, yes, run along now." Draco said nonchalantly as he pushed his mouth back onto Harry's, but Harry pulled away.

"Draco, I thought you needed to keep your sexuality a secret, what with your father and all." The lust melted slightly in Draco's eyes, but he didn't think very long before he answered.

"Fuck it. There isn't much he can do to me now that he hasn't already done, short of killing me." Draco said sarcastically, but his eyes were strangely serious.

Harry almost missed it, but felt sympathetic towards the man standing in front of him. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Draco's lightly. It was a consoling kiss. It was meant to reassure and calm and was nothing like what they had shared before. Draco pulled away and looked at Harry questioningly. Seeing all the emotion in Harry's eyes, he took a step back. 'I can't do this.' he thought frantically. He started to walk down the hall and heard Harry following him.

"Draco, what's wrong?" he sounded so concerned, so caring; nothing Draco felt he deserved. He turned suddenly and Harry nearly fell into him. He found his arms around the other boy again, but removed them quickly.

"I can't do this, Harry." he started to walk away again, but knew it was no use, 'Stupid, stubborn Gryffindor.' He felt a hand on his shoulder and halted, defeated.

"You can't do what?" but he finally understood. Draco didn't pull away until there was more than sex involved. "That's all this is then? I'm just another shag?" Harry asked, trying to keep his voice steady and his tone light. Why did he care? He knew from the beginning that was all that could come out of this. Of course, at first that was all he wanted too. When had he started to want more?

"Look, Harry." Draco said, not turning around. He couldn't look Harry in the eye. "There's a lot of things that you can't understand about this. Just let it go." He tried to walk away again. He took three or four steps and thought that Harry had finally given up, but suddenly, Harry was in front of him.

"I don't care," he said bluntly. "I need this as much as you want it."

"I'm sorry, Harry, I can't, no matter how much I want to," he said reassuringly. "We both know that this has changed." He motioned between the two of them with a hand.

"Fine," Harry finally said heatedly. "But we both know that this," he motioned between them as Draco had, "is not over." He stopped and took a deep breath. "As much as you want it to be," he added softly. Harry turned to walk away, hoping that Draco would stop him.