Hey, guys! Sorry about the long break! I've had so much going on lately! School's starting again soon:( which means I definitely won't be able to update once a week like I tried to plan out. But, I will update:) I promise.

Are any of you guys going to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2? I am! Double feature and midnight premiere! So excited! Can't wait to see what the whole Draco holding hands with Goyle and Blaise Zabini is all about! Lol

Well, here we go!

(Page Break)

I watched as Draco walked out the back door after dinner as usual.

My plan was working so far. Hermione had said that she couldn't do it anymore, so we discussed it, and I was going to take over. We couldn't give up. We had to get as much information as possible. And Hermione had been 99% sure Malfoy was gay, and it was known that I was too, so why not?

I looked at Hermione and she jerked her head toward the door, a clear, 'go!'.

I quickly walked out the door and saw where Malfoy was walking and jogged to catch up with him.

"Malfoy!" I called.

He turned, his eyes slightly wide, then stayed where he was, hands on hips.

"And just what was that all about, Potter?" he demanded when I finally reached him.

"I have no clue what you're talking about," I said flashing him a smile, continuing to walk past him.

He scoffed before catching up with me. "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about, Potter. First you call me 'pretty'-,"

"That really got under your skin, didn't it?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Then," He said forcefully, obviously choosing to ignore my question, "You start taking up for me like that. Now, you follow me out here. And you continuously stare at me! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you fancied me."

"And who's to say I don't?"

That stopped him in his tracks.

I stopped and turned to look at him. His mouth would open, then shut, then open again, as if he couldn't think of a thing to say.

"You're mad, Potter. And that's not funny."

"I'm not trying to be funny," I said with a shrug.

"Shut up," he spat, resuming his walk (well, now more of an angry march), "you're beginning to piss me off."

I chuckled, walking with him again. "Good. I kind of like it when your cheeks get all pink when you're mad. It's cute."

He turned on me, his eyes ablaze. "Do not come out here and mock me!"

"I'm not mocking you," I said, taken back. Did he really think I was making fun of him or something? I mean, sure, I was really in to him. He was good looking. Very good looking. But, he had been an ass the entire time I knew him. But how was I mocking him?

"Even in the wizarding world, homosexuality is not exactly status quo. People don't like it. And I know Mr. Saint-Potter, Golden Boy Extroidenare would never do anything that wouldn't earn him good praises. So if you're just trying to piss me off-,"

"So you admit that you're gay?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Malfoy ran a hand through his shaggy, white-blonde hair, making a low, irritated sound. "Yes, Potter, I'm gay. I thought that had been established."

"Just making sure. You're kind of sending me mixed signals here."

"Me?" He exclaimed. "I'm sending mixed signals? I'm not the one that is suddenly coming on to the other! I've been keeping my distance, just trying to stay alive and then you swoop in with your complements and your taking up for me and your damn stupid hair and now I'm confused!"

I paused for a minute. "What does my hair have to do with anything?"

He groaned before trying to walk away. I quickly grabbed his arm, making him turn back around, not missing the way his skin on mine made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up.

"You're confused? As in?" I questioned.

"As in I hate you. Or hated you. And then you took me in and I just wanted to be indifferent. And now, I don't... I'm not sure..." he trailed off, before sighing. "I don't guess I really ever hated you. You just pissed me off."

"Why? I mean, you acted like you hated me from day one."

"'Cause you picked Weasley over me!" he suddenly exploded.

I took a step back, eyes wide, slightly shocked.

He sighed once again. "I don't want to talk about this." Then, once again, he turned to walk away from me.

"No!" I exclaimed, grabbing his arm again. "Now you have to talk about it." What exactly was he keeping?

"I said I didn't want to!" he snarled, trying to pull his arm out of my grip.

"Well, tough shit. Sometimes you have to do stuff you don't feel like. Now spill it Malfoy."

He looked at me before he stopped fighting against me and I was shocked as I saw his eyes were slightly glassy.

"You want to sit?" I asked, motioning to the tall grass.

"Do I have a choice?"

I chuckled before sitting on the grass, Malfoy sitting soundlessly beside me.

"I had never," he started, sounding as though he didn't know exactly what to say. "I never..." He snorted. "This is stupid. I'm not telling you something where you and Weasley will just have more ammunition to make fun of me."

I laid a hand on his leg causing him to jump slightly. "I won't make fun of you. I promise." And I meant it.

He looked at me for a minute, his eyes meeting mine. "Ever since I can remember, I've heard stories about you. Of course, they were from my parents and their friends so it was always how you had destroyed their leader, how you should have died, blah, blah, blah."

Him saying this held no shock value for me other than the fact that he just came right out and said it.

"But," he paused, "You were always the hero to me," he snorted, "Like everyone else in the wizarding world. But, growing up, I didn't have it very easy." He looked up at me again. "I told Hermione that my parents were never around, and that's partially true, but it was also a bit of a lie."

I perked up. First confession. Maybe it would lead to more.

"They were around most of the time. But I wish they weren't. I was a way of venting frustration."

I looked at him, shocked. "You mean like... physically?"

"Or verbally. They hurt the same."

I felt my heart sink for the small blonde.

"But, um, I had always heard these stories about you, but, like I said, you were the hero to me. You'd grow up to save people. And... I always kinda hoped..."

"That you'd be one of the people I saved," I realized.

He blushed a deep red, but nodded all the same. "But then we met. And I was embarrassed. And nervous. I had tried being nice to people before and they either

pushed me around or just dropped me on my ass so I thought that if I came off a little more... in control, I guess, that maybe you'd be impressed by my... I don't know

wit? Assholey-ness?"

I chuckled at him, waiting for him to finish.

"But, you probably you've been the one person that being nice to would've actually been the right thing to do. So, you immediately hated me and got to be friends

with the other two-thirds of the Dream Team, and it pissed me off so bad that I've been taking it out on you three since then."

I just sat there, not knowing what to say. "Well," I said softly, "you're safe now."

He nodded. "For the time being."

"What happened that night?" I tried again.

He shook his head. "Nothing I want to talk about."

"Come on." I said gently. "Don't you feel better opening up? Knowing that you can have a friend?"

"Opening up would mean reliving it. And that's not something I plan on doing anytime soon, thanks."

"Well..." I sighed. "Just know that if you want to talk, I'm here."

He gave me an odd look.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said with a laugh.

I looked at him once again, just taking in his features. From far off, his eyes looked gray, but this close, I could tell that they were a very, very pale blue, almost silver. His eyes were very wide, almost like Luna's, but not quite as surprised looking. They were rimmed with long, thick, black lashes that grazed his cheeks when he blinked.

"You're staring again," he commented.

"I just noticed that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." I said, my eyes trailing down.

His lips looked so soft.

I leaned in slightly.

"Potter, what are you-,"

But I cut him off as I pressed my lips to his.

They were soft. Softer than Cho's, definitely softer than that encounter with Seamus.

I could kiss his for days. I couldn't get enough.

I moved mine gently against his, not missing that he wasn't kissing back.

I pulled away slightly, before trying to lean back in and kiss him again. Needless to say, I was slightly shocked when I kissed smooth cheek instead of his lips. Looking back at him, I realized that he had turned his head away from me.

He looked at me, eyes wide, jaw slightly slack.

"I can't," he started, "I-I don't..." He trailed off and, before I realized what was happening, was speed-walking his way back to the house.

(Page Break)

A week had passed and I hadn't spoken a word to Malfoy. He was avoiding me. Anytime we were in a room together, he quickly left, head down, cheeks pink.

I had been trying to catch him. We needed him in order to get ahead in the war. We needed the information he knew.

But most of all, I needed to kiss him again! I was addicted. Those soft lips that had tasted like strawberries from dessert, the way he smelled like coconut and vanilla. I wanted to wrap my arms around his waste and pull his body against mine. And, damn it, I wanted him to kiss me back!

But, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon if he had anything to say about it.

"I haven't really seen you talking to Malfoy," Hermione noted.

The three of us were sitting in mine and Ron's room, Hermione on Ron's lap, his arms wrapped around her.

"Yeah, well..." I trailed off. I wasn't really planning on telling them. I knew that Ron would probably freak and Hermione would get on to me for pushing his too soon.

"Well, what?"

"I just haven't had time."

"Oh, please," she said with the roll of her eyes. "We know you kissed him, Harry,"

I jumped, looking at her, slightly shocked.

"What?" she asked, eyebrow raised. "You guys can follow me but we can't follow you?"

"Well, I never thought-,"

"You pushed him too soon, Harry," she said with a sigh. "You probably scared him off."

"Well, great." I spat. "How are we supposed to get information now?"

"Well, I..." she trailed off. "No."

Ron and I both looked at her. "What?" we asked in unison.

"I'm not doing it." she shook her head.

"You're not doing what?" Ron asked.

"Nothing."

"Hermione Granger," I scolded. "If you have something, this could save millions of people!"

She looked at me, guilt in her eyes. "I just... I can't."

I sighed, dropping it. I'd get her to do it sometime, but she was definitely set against it for now.

There was a knock on the door and I expected it to be Mrs. Weasley, telling us that it was time for bed, but instead, there stood a very sheepish looking Draco

Malfoy.

I sat up, waiting for him to speak.

"Can I... speak to you for a moment, Potter?"

"Um, sure. Absolutely." I quickly stood, following him out of the room, not missing the playful wink from Hermione.

Once we were out in the hall way, Malfoy stopped and turned to look at me.

"I'm sorry if I crossed a line," I said quickly.

"It's not... you. It's just-,"

I chuckled. "'It's not you, it's me?' Really?"

"Not what I was going to say," he said, giving me a look. "It's just... people don't... people that get involved with me usually have-,"

"An ulterior motive?"

He looked slightly shocked. "Yeah. How did you... Nevermind. It's just... I don't want to get into something, like really get into something, and then find out that there was an ulterior motive."

"What ulterior motive would I have?"

"Plenty," he dead panned.

I actually had to agree.

"But I don't have one," I lied. "I mean, this isn't some revenge plot for you calling me 'Scar-Head'. I just... like you." Not exactly a lie.

He looked at me, but didn't say anything.

"I think... if you give me the chance, I could finally save you," I said moving closer to him.

He didn't move away.

I laid my hands on his hips. He still didn't move.

"Promise me," He whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "Promise me that you're not gonna use me. That the only motive you have is that you like me. Please."

"I promise."

It kind of hurt to lie to him now. He wasn't what I thought he was.

He put his hands on either side of my face, his breath shaking slightly.

"I promise." I whispered again.

Then his lips were on mine. I wrapped my arms as tightly as I could around his waist, pulling him against me.

I shivered as I felt his hands run up into my hair, his long fingers tangling within it.

I slipped my tongue past his full lips, causing him to gasp slightly which, in turn, caused me to moan. Rather loudly actually.

Here I was, completely making out with my ex-enemy, turned some-what boyfriend, and yet I still couldn't get enough. There was something about him that was absolutely driving me crazy.

Then suddenly, he jerked my hair roughly.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, pulling away from him. "What was that for?"

But he was laughing too hard to answer. Then I realized his hand was still in my hair.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed.

"It's stuck!" he exclaimed through his laughter.

I had to laugh with him.

It took us atleast two minutes to get his fingers untangled from my hair and he was still laughing as we finally got it free.

"Your damn, stupid, sexy hair," he chuckled.

Then his lips were back on mine.

(Page Break)

They're finally together! Well, kinda. Don't worry, I have all of this planned out ;) haha

So how are you guys feeling about this so far? Who's your favorite character? What do you think Hermione's plan was?

Reviews are Love!