Hey! I´m soooo sorry that I took so long. I hope this chapter makes up for my stupidity. 3

"Draco, come on, just let me talk for a second!"

"I have nothing to say to you. Please stop following me you incompetent fool of a Gryffindor."

"I have something to say to you. If you would just stop and listen for once in your life! Stop being a girl, and talk to me."

Draco drew to a halt, his eyes narrowing at Potter´s words. The sudden stop made Harry bump into him and Draco turned around, pushing him back again and then looked the Gryffindor in the eyes with a furiously cold glare. He did not appreciate being called a girl. Who the hell did he think he was saying such a thing in this situation?

"WHAT, Potter!? What do you want, exactly? To say you´re sorry? To beg for forgiveness on your knees like the foul and loathsome cockroach you truly are? Hm? You know what; you can kiss my fucking ass!"

He turned around again and started walking away with furious steps, his fists clenching at his sides. He heard Harry behind him letting out a growl of frustration.

"Yeah, you would like that, wouldn´t you!?" He yelled then closing his mouth abruptly, realizing his words.

Draco drew his wand faster than light itself and strode furiously back at the black haired boy, aiming at him right between his eyes.

"What the fuck did you just say" He hissed venomously, seeing the horrified look in the green eyes.

"Shit. I-I'm sorry, I didn´t mean it!" Harry said, regret filling his eyes.

Draco didn´t care though. He saw red. He glared coldly at him, a snarl of loathing decorating his face making him look like a tiger about to attack.

"You disgust me". He spat, and then raised his wand, a hex playing on his lips.

"Hey!? What´s going on here?"

Draco´s wand was disarmed and flying into the hand of McGonagall who was walking towards the two boys with a stern look on her face. Draco tore his gaze away from the boy in front of him and fixed it on his professor, his features somewhat softening but still looking bitter.

"Nothing Professor, we were just having a little chat. " He dead-panned sending an impassive glance at Potter and was met with a wan expression. "We were just done, so if you don´t mind I will be leaving." He said, reaching his arm out to retrieve his wand again.

McGonagall looked skeptical at first, but then handed him the wand.

"You two are unbelievable. Never a quiet moment since the first time I saw you. I really thought you had grown up enough to get passed this rivalry. But I guess some things never change." She muttered. Draco turned to leave, but casting a last withering look on Harry before he left.

"I guess not."

A month had passed since Draco and harry had spoken and the champions were now preparing for the first task. Draco was uncomfortably on edge. He didn´t want to admit it or even think it, but he knew he was afraid of the outcome of the task. He had heard rumors circulating about the task and apparently it had something to do with Dragons. Draco couldn´t help but be infuriated at that. Who the hell brings dragons into a school for the students to fight with? But, if one were to look at life at the bright side, which Draco tried to do, you could appreciate the fact that Draco had now left his suffocating closet for good. Yes. He had come out. To everyone. Well, actually it was more like he gave Pansy permission to blab about it. And when Pansy gossips, the entire school knows by the end of the week, and the only thing Draco did to contribute was to not deny it when people asked him. So, Draco was now openly gay and it was very liberating. There had been a few looks both of appeal and disgust but mostly indifference. People didn´t much care of such matters now when the tournament was just around the corner. The only one that had shown a rather annoying amount of attention was Potter. He had been following him around, saying "I´m sorry" at every opportunity he got. Draco acted like he didn´t care, be even he knew that he had started to relent to the constant apologies.

Draco had to admit it was very bold indeed to be spending so much time apologizing when he should be off finding something useful for his first task. He was a bit annoyed with Harry for that. So he constantly told him to bugger of and do something useful instead. But apparently Harry didn´t understand it was his way of saying that he wasn´t worthy his time and that practicing for his task was much more important. Stupid Gryffindor's, being incapable of reading between the lines. Then again, it would be so much easier to just forgive him. But Draco was still mad at him, and disappointed. And there wasn´t a day that went pass that he didn´t feel incredibly humiliated and embarrassed. He just wasn´t ready to forgive him yet. Every time Draco saw him, or heard his voice, the searing and devastating kiss tore him apart, and Potter´s words even more so. Though he also knew that he was in the very same situation Harry had been in last year, and that he had forgiven Draco. He wasn´t about to compare which of the thing they had said was the most unforgivable, but it still nagged at the back of his mind.

It wasn´t until the very last second, that guilt took the best of Draco and he finally stepped forward and talked to Harry. It wasn´t exactly a conversation of forgiveness, but more of a… acceptance or understanding. It was short and brief. Partly because Draco didn´t want to appear to soft, but also because he only had about one minute before Harry had to go off fighting a Dragon. Yes, it really was in the last possible second. He had sneaked inside the champion's tent; right after Hermione had sneaked outside. Three of the champions had already caught their eggs, and that left Harry alone in the tent.

When he stepped inside, Harry was pacing the small area, his hands frantically brushing through his hair. Draco slowly approached him and when Harry didn´t notice him he softly but determinedly cleared his throat.

Harry immediately turned around, ending his pacing and looking bugged eyed at Draco. There were a couple of awkward minutes before Draco finally spoke, his voice proud and almost business-like. He cleared his throat again.

"I just wanted to tell you to try not getting burnt to death. It would be quite boring and lonesome not having you hanging around my heels, constantly begging me for forgiveness."

Harry stood still, dumbfounded and then a small smile started creeping at his lips.

"Just know I still hate you, bitch." Draco dead-panned wiping away the smile on his face and then bowed his head and turned to leave, a smirk playing on his lips, unseen by the fourth champion.

"What so are you two okay now or what?"

Pansy was sitting in front of Draco, impatiently drumming her fingers on the table, obviously torturously keen for the answer. Draco gave her an indifferent look, studying his nails impassively and shrugging slightly.

"Who knows." He said.

Pansy rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sound.

"Indeed. You two have been fighting and getting back to being friends a million times. You had to be all knowing to keep track of the never ending quaffle-throwing between the two of you." She muttered and scooted down further into her armchair with a gruff pout.

"Well, at least you must be happy that he made it pass the dragon?"

"Oh, yes. Now I don´t just have him at my heels, trying to get my forgiveness but his millions of fan girls running after him. It´s a dream come true. It´ll be like a train ride in the corridors. Toot, toot." He mumbled, casting a noncommittal glance at Pansy before getting up from the sofa and leaving her snorting in front of the fire.

Draco knew she was right though. He and Harry did have quite an up and down friendship. IF you could even call it that. It had always been that way with them, and it would probably stay that way. It was a part of their charm after all.

"Would you pass me the frog eyes please. "

"Why, yes, I would Malfoy, if you would stop avoiding mine." Harry said, being tired of the lack of eye contact from the blonde.

Draco raised his gaze, looking at Harry somewhere between his eyes, with a grim expression.

"I can´t do that." He said tensely.

"And why is that?" Harry asked.

Draco was quite for a long while, looking somewhere behind Harry´s head.

"I just love tormenting you, is all." He said and grabbed the frogeyes from Harry´s hand, and walked to his own cauldron.

Truth was Draco choose not to look Harry in the eyes because it caused him actual physical pain. It hurt looking into the eyes of which would never be his. The green eyes, being so innocent and unknowing, it was torture. But he also restrained to look at him because he didn´t know if he would be able to keep himself at bay if he did. The bare thought of those green eyes made his heart flutter madly and his mind to provide images of Potter´s lips against his own. He would have to have a great amount of self-control to restrain from that. Not to say that Draco didn´t have that. Just that he didn´t want to push his luck. He felt Harry watching him from behind, but did not turn around. He didn´t have the energy to deal with him at the moment.

Snape was calling out to the call, informing them that class was over and that he wanted them out of his classroom. The students fled, not wanting to be victims of the potion master´s fury. Draco had to admit that he seemed a bit more grim than usual. He could only assume it was because of the incompetence of his fellows classmates. The real reason though, was revealed not one hour later.

Apparently there was going to be a ball. Draco huffed in annoyance at the word. It was ridiculous really. The following week would be insufferable. He could see it before him, how the girls would stay in tight groups, gossiping and giggling about who they wanted to ask them to go, begin too cowardly and pathetic to ask someone themself, letting the poor males do all the work. Then again, he knew things would be equally annoying on the boy´s end. Having to listen to his dorm mates go on about how they absolutely hated dancing and how they hated the very thought of a silly ball, when in reality they were all secretly looking for girl they wanted to ask seeing as going alone was a death sentence on its own. Draco resented bales. Not because he hated the dancing or the socialization. He quite enjoyed dancing, seeing as he over glowed everyone else with his skills. No, he hated it because it was all just for show. It was all just a status thing. Even more so now when there were champions involved. Everyone would want the champion to choose them to go, just because they wanted a shot of the honor. Draco could only imagine how many girls would be flocking around Harry, sucking up to him and fluttering their eyelashes at him. Jealously? Oh, no. Why would you imply such a thing? That´s absurd. Harry could go with whomever he wanted. Draco didn´t care.

"Ey, Draco, wait up!"

Draco, stopped, shrugging off the hand that was clutching his shoulder in a way at getting his attention. It was Kyle. He must have chased him and called for him for quite a while, seeing as he was panting and looking rather disgruntled. Kyle released his hold of his shoulder and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry." He said. "I just wanted to ask something." He stated, looking at Draco with anticipation in his eyes. As if waiting for a permission to continue. Draco raised his eyebrows and tried hard not to roll his eyes.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go on, I have better thing to be doing." Draco muttered bitterly when realizing he didn´t. He would probably just spend his day sulking in his bed.

"I wanted to ask you if you had someone to follow you to the ball."

Kyle was smiling now, looking excited, but Draco was quite distracted. Harry had walked pass and was now standing a few feet away from him, a couple of girl standing in front of him, looking at him hopefully.

"No, no one has, now if that was all I will be leaving." Draco said, waving a dismissive hand at Kyle and started to make his way towards Harry. Though he was once again grabbed by the shoulder with a slight chuckle from Kyle.

"Hey, wait up you, I wasn´t finished. You always was the slippery one, weren´t you." He continued making Draco huff impatiently and raising his eyebrows questionably at him, as if urging him on.

"Would you go with me?" He asked finally but to deaf ears. Draco had his gaze fixed on the two girls who was currently looking rather gloomy.

"Go where?" He asked absently.

Kyle leaned forward to Draco´s ear, taking the only thing he had left to attract the attention he wanted from the blonde. – Seduction. He blew softly, making Draco twitch in return and glare at the older boy but soon softened as Kyle edged slightly closer to him, unnoticeable to anyone watching them but incredibly obvious to the two boys. He gave Draco a slight brush of his lips along the shell of his ear.

"To the ball. Come with me. "He whispered then withdrew himself slightly.

Draco took a couple of stumbling steps backwards, huffing self-consciously while whipping his head around, seeing if anyone was watching them and quickly jerking it back when he saw that Harry was. Draco blushed but soon a plan was formulating in his mind. A childish and immature plan, but a plan none the less.

He edged closer to Kyle again, raising a hand to his face and placing it softly at the side of his neck, caressing the skin there gently.

"Yes, I will go with you." He whispered in a sharp tone, unnoticed by anyone else then the two of them. "But I´m doing this merely to make Potter jealous, so no silly illusions of us being back together, is that clear?" He said threatening, edging closer still, while uttering the words, making it look as if they were exchanging some less then appropriate suggestion to each other, then drew back slowly, watching the sly grin of Kyle.

"Sounds fair to me!" He said, happily complying with Draco´s cunning if it meant for him to participate in something Potter-related.

Draco rolled his eyes discreetly, and then gave Kyle a sharp look.

"Now kiss me on the mouth, quickly!" He demanded with a hiss, soon feeling the lips against his own. He closed his eyes as if enjoying the affair, though really not being able to stand the sight of the boy he was kissing. It wasn´t the right lips after all. But he endured and when the kiss came to an end, he smirked his sexiest smirk, like the hot lover he appeared to be then looked around himself again as if looking if someone was watching them, then grabbed Kyle´s wrist and dragged him around the corner and into an empty supply closet. He turned the lights on and Kyle immediately lunged forward, trying to claim his lips again but Draco stopped his, blocking him with his arm, and keeping him on a distant with a hand on his chest.

"No. Stay" He said with a roll of his eyes.

Kyle looked at him with confused eyes as Draco started unbuttoning his shirt to then buttoning it again, his button´s slightly off. Then he reached up for his hair, ruffling it madly then taking a step back to look at his work.

"Bite your lips." He demanded, and then began the same procedure with his own clothing, completing the fake-make-out-session façade. He gave Kyle one last look, then quirked his finger at him, signaling for him to come closer.

"Come here." He drawled, grabbing hold of the back of Kyle´s neck, pulling him closer, and then covering his lips at the side of his neck, biting and sucking at the flesh, creating a fresh and sexy looking love bite.

"There." He said self-satisfied. "I´m done. Now, you stay here for exactly one minute, and then you go outside, looking innocent, okay?" Draco explained with a stern expression then turned around, and walked out of the closet, leaving a confused Kyle behind.

Draco, never doing something half-heartedly, kept on his act to the very last second, sticking out his head behind the wall, as if looking if the "coast was clear" then revealed himself, brushing of his clothing and flattening his hair, making his way innocently pass Harry, pretending not to see him. Harry did see him though, perking up when he did, and running after him.

"Draco!" he called.

The blonde smirked, happy with his accomplishment and stopped to wait for Harry just down the corridor where Kyle was currently hiding.

"Oh, Potter, I didn´t see you behind the pack of fan girls, you should have one of those long flags along with you, saying "Help me, I´m being suffocated by this swarm of breast."

Harry rolled his eyes but smiled at the mockery. If Draco deemed someone worthy of his energy, even with insults, it meant he was willing to listen to whatever they had to say.

"ha-ha" He said, sticking out his tongue playfully. "Like you are one to speak." He said, an amused smile playing on his lips, motioning his head behind him, where Kyle was currently making his way out from the closest. He looked just as obviously innocent as Draco had told him to. He was pleased.

Draco only looked confusedly behind him, then back at Harry.

"I´m afraid I don´t know what you are implying." He drawled while studying his nails and mentally demanding Kyle to walk pass them. He did, not so discreetly brushing his hand along Draco lower back while making his way past them.

Harry snorted amusedly and raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Really, now? So I´m only imagining you both coming out from the same cupboard, and both looking even more ruffled then me?"

"I would say so, yes. You might enjoy being inhabitant in a cupboard, but I would never do something so disgraceful." He sniffed in a familiar Malfoy manner.

Harry could only smile further, not even taking offense by the insult.

"You mean you would never be caught doing something so disgraceful." He said, smirking devilishly at Draco.

Draco only raised his eyebrows defiantly, once again studying his nails impassively.

"Whatever you deem most credible. I can´t really see any difference in the two, anyway." He drawled, only letting a small smirk make its way on his - what appeared to be newly snogged – lips.

"What does it matter to you anyway?" He asked, looking at Harry impassively.

Harry smirked.

"I wouldn´t want anyone else claiming those plump lips, now would I?"

Draco´s eyes narrowed to the point where they barely had any pupils left, staring at Harry finally with a glare deadlier then death itself. Potter returned the glare, though with a slightly more amused expression, almost challenging Draco to lash out at him. A foolish thing maybe, but this was the way their acquaintanceship worked.

Draco finally took a deep breath, as if calming himself, then while barely containing a snarl, opening his mouth to speak:

"Really now Potter, do you want to die?" He spat, his hands clasping on his wand in a frustrated manner.

"Don´t flatter yourself Malfoy. I think, having survived a real dragon; I can handle a petty draco". Harry said, pronouncing the blonde´s name with a slight French accent.

Draco watched him silently, suppressing any rash movements like strangling grips or wand stabbing.

"Did you come here just to mock me?" He said then with a strained voice laced with anger.

Harry gave him another challenging look then smile self-satisfied

"Actually, yes. I did." He said simply, not ashamed in the least.

Draco was just about to scream at him and tell him to fuck himself with a broomstick when Harry spoke again.

"I felt so incredibly suffocated behind all the screaming girls, irritating Hufflepuffs, who won't let me get away from the fact that I over shined them and their precious Cedric. I´m also immensely tired, and exhausted and I felt like I might explode by the lack of outbursts. I am the Gryffindor-golden-boy-who-lived after all and therefor need to keep everything locked inside me, and I couldn´t take it anymore. And If I´m not mistaken, you told me once that you would be there for any potential out lashing. You told me that you were the only one that has the balls to fight back and tell me to fucking get it together and to just let everything out. Now, if you don´t mind, I would love for you to just hit me. Or maybe curse me. Or at least say something that will make me incredibly mad and hate you forever, because that is so much easier to understand than everything else that is going on in my head."

Draco stared at the slightly shorter boy in front of him that was currently panting by lack of oxygen. They were both staring at each other, incapable of moving or talking but only stare at each other, somehow understanding and knowing. It was like they were having a mental conversation, words transmitting through their eyes, furious and desperate green to stormy yet calming grey. After what seemed like hours or nothing at all, Draco grabbed hold of Harry´s wrist and pulled him along, just like he had done with Kyle not 15 minutes ago. He opened the very same closet, and lit the very same light, closing the door firmly behind them and pushing Harry against the wall, holding him in place by his shoulders. They stared at each other again, though shorter this time as Harry tiredly opened his mouth again.

"I thought you didn´t inhabit yourself in such disgraceful places." He murmured tiredly, almost hypnotized by the intense grey gaze that was fixed upon him. It looked as if the blonde were having some kind of mental debate with himself, his expression growing more alive by the second.

"I don´t. "He said curtly. " But I thought, being friends and all, I should at least accustom myself with the environment you found yourself in through your pathetic excuse for a childhood." His eyes dueled with the green ones that flashed angrily at his words. Harry was growing more and more desperate, though seeming unable to conjure the outburst he needed. His mouth was opening and closing, silent insults trying to make its way out. Draco watched him, though not being able to hear the words, still feeling so infuriated with the boy in front of him.

Truth was they both needed a way out. They both needed lashing out.

And so Draco closed the distance between them and pressed his lips angrily against Harry´s who stiffened at the rough handling but soon joined the battle, not wanting the blonde to win, not even when the battlefield was their mouths. Draco felt the joined force and complied with pressing Harry harder against the wall, and biting furiously on his lips.

Harry didn´t seem to like this, and therefore angrily raised his hands and placed them on either side of Draco´s face, holding his face up and kissing him angrily back and then moving them to the back of Draco´s neck and grabbing hold of the of the moonshine-colored hair with renewed force.

Draco felt the tugging of his hair and couldn´t help but let out a moan. He did like playing rough after all. But to hide the moan he immediately raised his own hands, grabbing hold of Potter´s firm biceps, letting out his suppressed anger into the muscled arm then biting his bottom lips roughly, making the other boys gasp in return.

Draco immediately pressed his tongue inside Potter´s mouth, letting it too, join the furious battle and fight for dominance. The sensation of the two tongues moving together made Draco´s legs quiver and his breath to become ragged and chipped. It felt amazing. He took a firmer hold of Harry´s arms, letting out his pleasure and turning it to pain for his counterpart.

This wasn´t what he wanted it to be, this was a way to help Harry let go of his everyday life. This wasn´t some token of their undying attraction towards each other. Because there was none. On Harry´s part that is. But, being the cunning and sneaking Slytherin he was, he took advantage of the moment. There might be no other opportunity for this, so why not make the best of it? He was in control of the situation now, so there would be no devastating outcome for this, and if it did, he had choose it. This was his doing and he would have to take the consequences.

He let his newborn feelings transforming into passion and put the effort and energy into the kiss. The kiss that Harry had currently taken control over, furiously still hesitantly biting at Draco´s lips, copying his actions as if trying something new. Draco heard him growl between his bites and whimpered slightly in return. This would be easy to just walk away from if Harry wasn´t such a good freaking kisser. Sadly he was, which was a mystery in itself seeing as he hadn´t had that many conquest to learn from. Draco let his nails dig into the flesh of Potter´s arms and hope it would make him end the torture of his lips. He did, but then to Draco chagrin moved back to his tongue and, more by accident than anything else, sucking on it heatedly.

Draco moaned deeply, his knees giving in and he stumbled backwards, crashing down on a row of boxes standing on the floor. Harry, apparently still having emotions left to get rid of, followed angrily and settled on top Draco´s thighs, yet again grabbing hold of his face and holding it firmly while pressing his lips roughly and almost painfully against Draco´s. Draco however, being slightly caught off guard by the recent event, felt his senses coming back and he became painfully aware of the slight movement of Harry´s hips. This was not, as Draco first blindly had hoped, a movement of lust and a way of seeking relief, but merely a disbalance of his legs, as he was hovering unsteadily on top of Draco without any support to prevent them to fall backwards.

He felt his erection starting to response to the friction and he bit his lips to prevent himself to whimper pathetically. This however made Harry unable to continue the kissing, and so immediately searching for a new place to destroy and devour with his sinful teeth and lips. This happened to be Draco´s throat. Firstly he merely let his lips brush along the skin, back and forth, seeming unsure of what to do with the unresponsive skin. This, unlike Draco´s lips, didn´t move to meet him or trying to claim the dominance. This made Harry utterly in charge and left to do whatever he pleased without another set of lips trying to fight back.

Teeth started scraping along the pulse line of Draco´s throat and made the blonde shiver with pleasure. He reached his hands up and slung them around Harry´s neck, holding himself upright while the other boy started biting and sucking at his skin. This however, made Harry tip slightly forward and by that, Draco falling backwards. Though before he could fall completely of the box, Harry had caught him, grabbing him by the hips and turning him around making him lying securely with his back along the boxer instead of across them. He then settled atop of Draco again, his knees between Draco´s legs and his arms on either side of his head. Seeing as this was a slightly uncomfortable position, Draco moved his legs up and placed them around Harry´s waist. This seemed to be the right thing to do, but in reality it only made things worse seeing as now the movements of Harry´s hips, now erupting from the effort of keeping Draco´s legs up, made Draco ever so aware of the growing erection in his pants.

Draco started to panic, though his senses slightly clouded from pleasure, he knew he could never sooth a situation including his boner over, and therefore, slowly and somewhat reluctantly , let his legs fall down again, and started to carefully sit up, Harry following his every move. When being upright, Harry had started to lazily kissing his lips again, only nibbling weakly on his lip, and slowly releasing the grip of Draco´s hair, seeming to be out of fuel. Draco thought of this being a perfect moment to end the whole thing, and reached a hand up to Harry´s chest, firmly pushing him away and standing up.

He gave him an once-over as if inspecting him then raised his eyebrows in a bored way.

"Now were even. Let´s call the diversion kisses to a stop in the future, shall we, because even if they seem to be quite effective, they piss me the fuck off." He drawled with effort. It was quite hard restrain himself from jumping back at the ruffled and slightly disorientated boy in front of him. His hair was an even greater mess then usually and his lips were puffy and red. And if you looked closely, you could see the marks from Draco´s finger on his arms. That would definably leave a bruise.

Harry looked up at him, watching Draco brushing of his clothing and fixing his hair. He seemed quite relaxed. So it had been a success then. Draco thought with a spark of pride flowing through him. He knew he was a quite good kisser, if Kyle was any trustworthy judge, which Draco deemed him to be seeing as Kyle had quite much experience in the matter. But he couldn´t help but being slightly smug at being able to distract a person so severely.

Harry nodded at him and stood up also.

"You look ridiculous." Draco stated, smacking his tongue in distaste.

"I would use your invisibility cloak when leaving, if I were you." He said, gesturing at Harry´s bag that was lying in the corner of the room, long forgotten.

Harry smiled sheepishly at him and then watched as the blonde made his way out of the dim-lit closet.

Before Draco had closed the door behind him he heard Harry whisper after him.

"Thanks, homo." He said, and Draco could hear the grin behind it.

"Fuck face."

"Asshole."

"Wand Wanker."

"Hah- good one."

"Thanks."

And then he walked away, a grin stuck on his face all the way to the dungeons.

it was about time that bloddy make out session happened. It was like this - I have been thinking since I first started this story that I wont have any good stuff before they start 5th year. See, there is when all the good stuff happens, acording to my plan. But ... Now I havn´t updated in a while and I thought that I should have something juicy for you. Without it ruiening my general idea of the fic. :) You can thank me in reviews 3 It makes me incredibly happy when you do that. Makes me all squichy inside :D Love to all of you 3