A/N: I had a dream about writing an authors note O_o... anyway THANK YOU all you wonderful people for reviewing and saying that you'll curse me and that I'm slowly killing Dracos' spirit... or something like that! But ANYWAY trust me, I'm a doctor... wait what? No, um. Yeah. Just sit back relax, enjoy, then review! *goes and starts writing chapter 11* BAI!

Chapter Ten - One Last Kiss.

Morning came far too quickly in Draco's opinion. Bright light shone through open curtains, which he had failed to shut last night, causing him to grimace and roll over onto his stomach. Draco felt drained, both physically and emotionally. After realizing he may have 'other' feelings for the Boy-Who-Lived he had sat on the bedroom floor and wept. He now realized he wouldn't have done so if he hadn't have drunk so much at the party.

Eyes stinging from previous tears and stomach complaining as it was being laid upon Draco began to wonder what had woken him up. It wasn't a gentle awakening, it was sudden. A crash somewhere in the house gave him a clue.

'Well I'm sorry Harry but if you insist on being such an... emotional retard then I don't see why I should stay!'

It was Ginny, and she was angry. Draco could hear her footsteps growing louder and louder down the hallway past his room.

'Ginny wait. Ginny!' came Harrys voice, his pace quick past Draco's door trying to catch her.

Draco simply turned his head towards the door imagining the scenario on the other side of it.

'No Harry. You had your chance and for some reason I decided to give you a second, so now let me go!'

Draco raised an eyebrow imagining Harrys arm clasped around the ginger's.

'Please, if you just sit and listen for one -'

'Begging isn't attractive Harry. Especially from you.'

Silence ensued the house. Ginny had floo'd out as soon as she was free, leaving Harry to stand bewildered, angry, hungover and half dressed.

With a small smile Draco rolled over onto his side, almost being throttled in the process by the tie he was still wearing. Eyes casting down his body he now saw very crumpled robes, yet he didn't care. Looking back up to the door he noticed the door handle turn slowly and quickly shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

'Saves answering awkward questions.' thought Draco as he evened out his breathing.

'Dra...' Harry started, but noticed the sleeping blonde. He couldn't decide if it was for the best or not. Instead he just stood in the door way staring, unable to process thought.

Harrys' head was a battle of thought, one side was screaming at him to get out and pretend that what nearly happened never happened, but the other side was telling him to explore something he'd thought about for years.

Deciding that he couldn't be more hurt as he was at that moment, Harry stepped fully into the room closing the door carefully behind him.

'Draco?' he said quietly. Still unsure of himself. 'Draco, I'm...' 'Talking to a sleeping person!' he thought but actually said 'Sorry. Sorry for... actually I don't know what I'm sorry for, I just feel that I should be. I, ah, don't really remember much of last night to be honest but I...'

Harry trailed off looking into nothing, he hadn't noticed that during his supposed monologue two silver eyes had locked onto him, ears listening intently.

Moving quietly Draco eased himself onto his elbow, smiling at how blissfully unaware Harry was.

'I didn't realize the Savior of the Wizarding world had such feelings, Potter.'

Harry turned with a frightened gasp, he had truly been in his own little world.

'Y-you were listening?' Harry's cheeks flushed.

'Hard not to when banshees decide to wake you without permission.' smirked Draco.

'Yeah, uh, well, sorry about her, she...'

Draco waved a hand, dismissing the subject. Harry seemed grateful. Rolling onto his back Draco stretched his eyes shutting for the briefest moment, but noticed, once they were open, that Mr. Potter wasn't staring at his face.

'May I ask you something?' Harry started, his eyes traveling up Draco.

'I'll ignore the temptation to point out that you just did and say yes shall I?' a smirk flashed crossed Dracos' face and enjoyed how Harry licked his lips in nervousness again.

'Last night, did we...?'

'No I think that was Weasley you did that with.' humphed Draco.

Harry laughed nervously. 'No, I mean, in the bathroom did we... you know?'

'If you're referring to what I think you're referring to then no, we didn't, Neville burst in remember?' Draco crossed his arms in both hurt and anger. Harry clearly regretted what they had tried and failed to do the night before.

'Oh, I'm sorry.'

'For what? Making a fool out of me or not finishing what you started?' Draco spat, now sitting upright.

Harrys' mouth flapped open and shut, confusion spread across his features.

'Because if you've come in here expecting for an apology or an acceptance of one you won't get it. And I don't care if you're the Boy-Who-Lived or -'

Dracos' rant was cut short by a pair of lips crashing into his. A hand had grasped his shirt and pulled him closer in one swift movement. Harry pulled away abruptly, the kiss ending as abruptly as it had started. Blinking a few times and clearing his throat, Draco shifted himself into a more comfortable position.

'I'm sorry, what?' Draco stared blankly at Harry, his lips still tingling slightly. He noticed Harrys' hand hadn't left his shirt.

'Sorry. Was that wrong?'

The response caused Draco to howl with laughter. 'No, no. I just... I didn't think you'd...' Draco trailed off a smile resurfacing. 'Apology accepted.'

Harry smiled, causing Dracos' breath to hitch, this wasn't a smile that Harry let loose often. Harrys' emerald eyes fluttered shut as he pulled Draco towards him by his shirt and pressed his lips against the others. Slowly he began to move his against the ex-Slytherin's, feeling them respond softly. Draco began to relax, his eyes fluttering shut as Harry proceeded to indulge him in the most tender kiss he'd ever received.

Harry eventually removed his hand from Dracos' shirt and settled it by the mans hip, whilst Draco proceeded to entwine his long fingers in to unruly locks of dark hair, his tongue asking for permission to enter the Seekers mouth. As Harry allowed Dracos' tongue he pushed the latter back against the mattress, practically pinning him to the bed.

The kiss deepened, breaths getting more ragged with slight desperation and lust. Draco noticed Harrys' hands snake up his body to his face, as though making sure he couldn't turn and run, not that he wanted to, but he was touched by the gesture. As they continued, their tongues battling for dominance Draco noticed how Harrys' tongue was getting increasingly colder, perhaps he got more out of kissing than he let on. It wasn't just his tongue, Draco noted, his hands were cold on the side of his face also. Soon goosebumps were traveling along Draco's pale skin, the hairs standing up on end all over him causing him to shudder.

Opening his eyes to see the man above him, Draco noticed that the room was now darker than before, but any thoughts were quickly erased from his mind as Harry released a moan into the air. Draco's back arched slightly in reaction, except he began to notice that Harry hadn't stopped, his frantic breaths mixing in with the moan. It began to scare Draco.

Reaching up to Harry's hands he found his wrists were suddenly captured by one of the ex-Gryffindors' hands and held above his head. The colour in Harry's cheeks seem to wayne in the light, his eyes masked by his spherical glasses.

Draco closed his eyes as Harry began to pull away from the kiss. Harry's breaths were growls in themselves, each long and animalistic, Draco could feel his eyes tracing his face, the hand on his wrists cold and somewhat painful in its grip.

'H-Harry...' Draco stuttered. Opening his eyes he saw his breath escape his lips.

Refocusing his gaze he saw that Harry was shrouded in a veil of black, his eyes non existent, his breath rattling like ice.

Realizing what was happening Draco began to struggle, his muscles too cold to work properly. He soon found it useless to try and shout out for help as Harry held him to the bed. Except it wasn't Harry anymore. Tears began leaking down Dracos' cheeks as the darkness began to swirl around him.

All hope was gone as fear gripped Draco's heart as a rotting hand cupped his face, the Dementor leant in for one last kiss.

A voice shouted somewhere in the distance. It was frantic but Draco couldn't make out any words. The only thing he could distinguish was the fact that the hand around his wrists was growing steadily warmer. The voice shouted again, this time closer than before, it was then Draco realized his eyes were shut.

Throwing his eyes open, the blur of his room was blazing with light and colour. Tears continued to run down his face as he blinked rapidly to get his eyes into focus. A dark silhouette hovered above him.

'Draco!' the outline shouted.

Draco let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and the world came into focus. Straddling him was Harry, his arms locking Draco's above his head whilst his legs locked the blondes beneath him. Draco studied his face for a moment, there was something that wasn't quite right. The ex-Gryffindor was sweating as though he'd been struggling, his glasses nowhere to be seen, lip bleeding.

'Draco?' Harry questioned, his grip loosening a fraction.

Draco nodded, and as soon has he had he wished he hadn't. A lurch went up his chest, but it was enough for Harry to understand. In one quick movement the half dressed Seeker hauled Draco to his feet and through the morning lit house to the bathroom.

Throwing open the door Harry shoved Draco towards the sink where he promptly threw up.

Whilst Draco was occupied emptying his stomach Harry disappeared into the rest of the house, reappearing shortly with a glass of water, which he handed to Draco when ready. His green eyes forever studying the ex-Slytherin.

Draco sipped the water nervously as he placed himself on the edge of the bath.

After a moment, Harry spoke; 'Are you ok?'

'What do you think?' Draco shrugged.

'You scared me there for a minute.'

Draco looked up at Harry and sought out the emerald eyes. There were no lies there, worry and concern were etched onto Harry's features surrounding them.

'You're bleeding.' Draco noted and before he could stop himself stood and ran a thumb over Harrys' bottom lip.

The air in the bathroom went very still. Harrys' eyes were wide as Dracos' thumb hovered over the edge of his lip. Draco blinked and looked into the eyes before him, the oxygen suddenly felt sparse around them.

Harrys' hand groped for the blondes and pulled it slowly away. Draco noticed Harrys' tongue dance across his bottom lip nervously.

As Harry and Draco began to relax slowly towards each other a cry broke the silence.

'Harry?' it was Ginny.

As Harry began to turn to find her Draco gripped both his shoulders and spun him to face the silver orbs, shining with confusion and determination.

'No. First you almost kiss me, then you don't, then you do, but even that's debatable to whether that actually happened or not, and I can't-'

Draco ceased his crazed ramblings by planting his lips onto Harrys'. Harry grunted in surprise, his body freezing slightly. Draco relished in the moment, noting how warm Harrys' lips were against his, and how when he pulled away he could taste iron from his split lip.

'Harry!' came the cry again as Ginny rounded the corner into the doorway.

Harry and Draco simply stared at each other, unable to speak. Thankfully Ginny broke the motionless and silent scene by pushing past the two of them and retched into the toilet.

'I'm going to bed.' Draco stated as he swiftly exited the bathroom.