News of the Pansy and Draco relationship had spread throughout the school; even Snape had smirked at him in the corridor while Pansy clung like a monkey to his arm. There was no way Harry would ever take him seriously and the commotion over the letter had almost completely died down, he and Pansy were the talk of the school now. Draco still tried and tried to convince everyone that they were not a 'thing' or a 'couple' and that in fact he really despised her… unfortunately the little brat, Creevey in the year below, had taken some photos and given them to Rita Skeeter from the daily prophet. He had met her at the three broomsticks. If his father heard about this he might just find a small hole somewhere and die. His life was turning into a living hell; Pansy was constantly sneaking into his room at night, much to Blaise's amusement, and then curling up next to Draco. He always just got up and slept in the common room. How on earth could he make her see that he was not interested at all?! But she obviously doesn't pick up on subtle hints or him saying directly to her face 'I'm not interested in you.' She took it as a sign of his commitment. Draco tried frantically to escape her grasp, but that was exceedingly difficult considering the fact that they had all the same classes. He walked down the corridor with a grim expression covering his face, Pansy was holding his hand. He disliked physical contact, especially if it was from her. They were headed for Snape's classroom and he looked forward to an hour of Snape subtly mocking him with cruel glances and gestures shot in his direction, at least Harry would be there.

They reached the door to the potions room and the class was still bustling outside because Snape had not arrived. Draco shook Pansy off of him and made a quick getaway towards Crabbe and Goyle. They were standing behind Harry, Ron and Hermione and Draco quickly beat off a smile that spread instantly across his face at the sight of Potter.

"Oh god, Pansy is a nightmare" he moaned as he approached the two huge boys. They both made an indecipherable grunt of supposedly agreement.

"Well girls are really all the same…" Draco leaned casually against the wall, facing away from Harry "all they ever talk about is what they want! How has she not realised that I hate her?!" he asked his henchmen desperately. They made another grunt then returned to their statue positions.

"Girls are not all the same! He such an arrogant, stuck-up little-"

"Hermione! He'll hear you!" Ron cut off her muttering but Draco had already heard and spun quickly on his heel. His face was inches from Harry's; he stepped back quickly and looked at Ron and Hermione. She wore a furious expression and was not trying to hide it in the slightest whereas Ron had his hands deep in his pockets and was looking at the increasingly fascinating floor.

"What did you call me?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and threatening. It came out as more of a plea. A couple of other Slytherins slightly further away from their group sniggered and it was then he discovered that a few people had turned round to watch.

"well, before Ron interrupted I was going to call you an arrogant, stuck-" she was cut off again.

"Hermione, just leave it will you?!" it was Harry this time, Draco's cheeks flushed at the mere sound of his voice. He had to say something, now.

"Oh so you want to tell me what you think of me instead?" he faced Harry again and it took every ounce of strength he had not to kiss him there and then. Harry glanced around and realised that everyone, except Pansy and her clearly irritated friend, had turned to watch him and Draco.

"Well?" Draco challenged, he took a slight step forward and could smell Harry, he attempted to keep all expression off his face when Harry looked directly into his eyes. It seemed like an eternity before Ron butted in, yet again, and pulled Harry away.

"He's not worth it." He mumbled into Harry's ear. Draco was close to furious when Snape appeared at the door and ushered them all in. it felt like he was staring into the deep green eyes for hours but it was still not long enough. He yearned for more of Harry and the small dispute today had only increased his longing of Harry's skin on his.

They had all taken places at their seats; somehow pansy had managed to get next to him so he scowled at her. She was, as she always is, oblivious to everything apart from her magical, rainbow view of the world and didn't notice. Draco daydreamed about violently slaughtering his girlfriend when Snape cut through his visions and told everyone to collect their equipment and ingredients.

"I'll go this way!" pansy smiled at Draco then waltzed off in search of a decent cauldron. He slumped over to the commotion that was the ingredients cupboard and pushed his way through carelessly. Before he knew it the commotion turned into a riot and there were jars flying all over his head and someone pushed him out of the door onto another student. It was Harry. His green eyes enchanted Draco as they lay on the floor. Harry was stuck under his body but made no attempt to free himself they both just lay there, looking into each other's eyes before Draco could take it no longer and kissed him, lightly on the lips. He regretted it the moment he thought it and quickly got up and turned away, embarrassed beyond belief. Harry was still on the floor, looking very confused, and leaning on his hands as he looked up at Draco who attempted, and failed, to avoid eye contact.

"I fell, someone pushed me" he blurted out "don't get the wrong idea potter." He snarled and regretted that instantly as well. Harry looked hurt but he stood up and brushed himself off.

"yeah I know." He turned back to his desk and they didn't speak again. It wasn't until later on that Draco realised that harry had kissed him back.