If I owned Harry Potter I would not be writing on … I would be a billionaire listening to amazing British people talk to me… :P

"Cho! Cho, I'm sorry, I completely forgot, I was just-"

"You know, Harry," the Ravenclaw replied, "if you didn't like me you could have just told me." Her face was slightly red, especially around her eyes.

Harry lowered his eyes. "It's not like that. I was just really busy and-"

"Completely forgot about me?" Cho suggested, bitterness welling up in her voice. "Do you know how that sounds, Harry? I just asked you to… and you completely forgot! Normally someone is excited when something like this happens! So what's different about you? Is it me? Or do you have someone else you like?"

"It's not you!" Harry responded automatically. "You are really a beautiful girl! Any guy would be happy to go out with you!"

"Except you?" Cho asked, disbelief showing in her face.

Harry hesitated. "Well… I mean…." His hand fidgeted on his over robe.

"So, what? … You have someone else you like," Cho stated. This answer seemed more heartbreaking to her than the last answer was.

"What? No, it's not like that," Harry replied, His guilt pushing upwards to attempt to close off his voice box. "I don't have anyone-" Draco's face flashed in front of Harry's eyes. Cold grey eyes warmed by a smirk . Proud face with thin strong body. "-I like…" Harry's eyes unfazed as his mind jolted over the thought.

'No… way…'

"Harry? Harry!" Harry shook his head to clear the thoughts. He looked up again at the girl in front of him. "So… you do have someone you like?"

"What? No! No, no way!" The blush swamped his nose and cheeks. "I don't like h- that person!"

Cho stared at him in shock, making the blush grow to his ears and back of his neck. He reached up to rub the heated area, hoping to get rid of the red stain, his eyes training themselves on the ground. The time in the Slytherin common room came back into his mind. The blasé tone as Draco admitted to liking the Chosen One. The memory compounded the blush on his face.

A giggle started, making Harry glance up again from where his eyes had slowly fell. Cho was now covering her mouth trying to stifle the sound.

"You didn't know you liked someone? You can't be serious, Harry!" She tittered. "How on earth could you do that?"

Harry let his eyes wander back to the floor. "Um…"

"You never felt like a connection or anything?" Cho continued. "Or you never noticed how happy you were to see them?"

There was never a time that Harry was happy to see Draco. Eager, on the other hand. Harry could think of a ton of times when he was eager to see that blond head.

"We were never on really good terms," Harry said, more to himself than to the girl in front of him.

"Well… I do have to admit, I feel better knowing that you didn't ignore me on purpose," Cho said, a small smile remaining on her face to compliment her sad eyes. "Things get complicated really quickly, don't they?" Harry nodded numbly at the floor. "I hope you have luck with your love, Harry." And with these kind words, the Ravenclaw gave the Gryffindor one final smile before turning to walk into the Great Hall.

Harry ran a shaky hand through his hair. The constant fear from talking to her mixed with that guilty feeling from forgetting her were now dissipating, making way for his realization that he was… in love.

"And I just had to choose the most difficult person to like," Harry mumbled to himself, as he leaned back on a nearby column.

As Harry examined his shoes, his mind began an inner debate. 'I couldn't possibly like Draco! I mean he is a little prat! He laughs at people falling down the stairs for goodness sake, what's there to like?' He watched the zig-zagging pattern on his right shoe. 'But he can be funny, in a dark sense. And plus, when he kissed you, you didn't exactly fight it, now did you?' As the blush resurged, Harry turned to look at his left shoelaces. 'So you like whoever would kiss you?'

Harry tilted his head at the thought. Well to test this out he needed to think of how he would react if other people kissed him. 'Well what if… Cho kissed you?' Harry tried to imagine it, but couldn't think of how that would happen in the first place.

'Ok, well let's choose someone closer like… Ron.' The moment the image was in his head, Harry cursed himself for ever trying to think about it. Sure, Ron was a nice guy, his best mate, but just thinking of them… kissing.

'Right, so not Ron. Uh, Hermoine?' Like kissing a sister. 'Ugh, I need to think of people who I don't know so well! Frankly anyone would work at the moment. Alright, how about the first person I see when I look up. If I think I would react well, then I know I just liked Draco for the kissing part.'

Harry breathed deeply, readying himself to look up. He lifted his head and looked right at Professor Snape.

It was too late, the image was too engrained into his mind. Harry reached up and facepalmed, blocking out the Potion's master disdainful face.

"Is something wrong… Mister Potter?" Professor Snape drawled, looking down his nose at the young boy.

"No Professor," Harry was able to gasp out between slightly hysterical giggles that were bubbling up in his throat. He hurried past the tall man, and into the Great Hall, forcing his mind to banish the mental picture.

He sat down at his usual spot, busying himself with grabbing a plate on the table. After finishing the mindless task he prepared himself for the future conversation with his friends. He looked up to meet the gaze of two very worried Gryffindors.

"What? What's wrong?" Harry asked reaching forward to grab some of the food from the plates on the center of the table to pile on to the plate that was in front of him.

"Well, I just thought she was going to eat you alive!" Ron murmured out, glancing surreptitiously over his shoulder at the Ravenclaw table.

Harry smiled at his plate. "Cho is too nice to do something like that. Actually, she was very understanding."

"You're not going out with her, are you?" Hermoine inquired.

"Uh… no," Harry muttered, taking a bite, in hopes that the latter part of his conversation with Cho would not come up during this interrogation.

"Oh! That's great!" Hermoine sighed, fanning herself with a hand.

"Why is that good?" Ron asked. "He should go out with her, she's pretty enough. Not to mention nice."

Hermoine abruptly turned on the red head. "Ron! I 've got money riding on this," Hermoine hissed. "Basically my whole savings. If Harry doesn't at least get two second base with Draco by Friday, I'll be broke!" Harry caught himself from choking on a piece of bread.

Ron shifted uncomfortably, before deciding to move on to a "safer" topic of conversation. "So where were you at lunch today, Harry?" Ron asked, forcing a light tone.

Harry froze, food halfway to his mouth. "Uh…" He carefully placed it back on the plate. "I was in the library. Researching for Potions."

"Aren't you supposed to do that with your partner?" Hermoine asked perplexed.

Harry kept his eyes on the table.

After a second of silence as his friends caught up to the true meaning behind his words, Hermoine let out a whoop of joy.

The following day had gone by quickly. Nothing was noteworthy about it, one of those days that you go home and tell your mom, "oh, it was good", but then realize you can't even remember what you had learned that day. That was where Harry was at the moment, sitting in the library, watching the clock as it slowly moved from 6:45 to 7. Draco would be showing up any minute, and Harry was not ready.

The entire day, Harry had been going over whether he had a crush on Draco, and had finally come to the conclusion that he probably did. The fact that the blond looked handsome to him and that simply talking to him in Potions class could distract Harry had solidified Harry's conclusion.

But now what was he going to do? Tell Draco? Yeah, like that would be a good idea. Harry fiddled with his writing quill. Maybe he could just ignore it and it would go away. But with how Draco was acting towards him, Harry wasn't so sure anymore.

The door banged open causing Harry to drop his quill and almost jump from the seat.

'Oh god! I'm not ready! What will I do?'

"Hey. How are you doing?" Harry asked on the outside, actually sounding quite natural.

"Okay," Draco replied with a sigh, flopping down on the table across from Harry letting his hands rest on the table as he gazed to the right from which he came, watching as the door closed. "I was being held up by some stupid prefects in the hall. Prissies."

Harry stared at Draco's hands. He couldn't help it! Such long slender fingers, connected to such slim wrists. Everything about Draco seemed long and slim. And yet despite that he was strong, kind of like a serpent.

"So what should we research today?" Draco asked, looking back at his partner.

Harry forced himself to look away from the pale skin, and busied himself with standing up. "Maybe we should focus on our own papers. You know how we have to write that two page paper by ourselves?" Harry strolled away from the table he had been sitting at, forcing himself to look as calm as could be.

Draco slowly rose from the table as well, slipping around the edge to follow the brunette farther into the bookcases.

"Eh, good idea." A beat of silence. "You know, I just realized something," Draco sighed out, letting his fingers trace along the edge of the bookshelf to their right.

Harry turned his head slightly so that he could see the boy's fingers tracing meaningless patterns. "What is it?" Harry moved across an aisle and into the next section.

Draco followed, his footsteps barely making a pad, unlike Harry's clomping. "Well. I should probably ask you now."

Harry stopped, confused. "Ask me what?" Harry asked before turning around.

Draco was much closer than Harry anticipated. Actually the blond was barely an inch away. He had tilted his head so that he and Harry were now at the same eye-level, so all Harry could see was that flat grey, foggy mist that seemed to smolder with heat.

Harry gasped and tried to take a step back, but the left hand that had not been playing on the bookshelf slipped out to snare him, pulling him 'til he was chest to chest with the Slytherin, his hands the only barrier between them.

"Well, since we both seem to like each other," Draco breathed out, his mint breath ghosting over Harry's parted lips. "Want to go out with me?"

Harry attempted to think, or even breathe correctly, but he could only think about that lean body coiled into him.

'It's too close! He's too close!'

Harry tried to mumble something, but he was side-tracked by those eyes. They glanced down to his lips before flicking back to make eye contact. Harry couldn't help but copy the movement, glancing at those thin lips inches from him.

The hand on his back was pushing him forward. And Harry realized how easy it would be. Just leaning forward, and they would be there.

Draco's eyes flicked again, causing Harry to eye his lips one more time. But this time, he couldn't look away. His tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip, which seemed so much drier than just a second ago. And then he leaned forward.

Their lips grazed each other, sending electricity down his spine. That's what woke him up. The spark made him pull away.

Or attempt to. As he moved back the slight presence of the hand on his shoulder suddenly shoved, the right hand came up and yanked on his arm. He was then pushed into the bookcase, his hips pinned by the blonde's hips, and his arms yanked from their curled position.

Those thin lips were suddenly pushed up against his once again, but now there was power and greed. The lips moved, attempting to get Harry to join in, which he did dizzily.

It was like nothing beforehand. The heat from the kiss seared the discomfort from his position away. All he could think about was how those lips moved in patterns. How that wetness- a tongue?- flicked against his bottom lip before teeth nipped in the same place.

As Harry gasped at the sensation, a tongue- this time Harry was sure- slid inside to invade his mouth. Harry pulled his own tongue back in surprise, not sure what to do. The muscle seemed to map out the side of his mouth before engaging his own tongue; a soft touch, slowly teasing him out, pulling him into a dance.

They finally pulled apart. And just in time to stop Harry from fainting. They panted for a few seconds, before reengaging. This time Harry was ready, and the time was spent in exploration.

The kisses seemed to drag on for eternal seconds, before the two pulled apart panting. For a while that was all they could hear in the quiet library.

Eventually, Harry breathed out unsteadily, green eyes slowly rising to meet grey. "Yeah."

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