Thanks to reviewers:-

Chaos – aw thanks...I thought it was really crappy – but the reviewer is always right...unless they're mean

MustIBeAMalfoy- aw poor ill you but thanks for the ramblings. I'm pretty sure I stole the christmas tree thing from will and grace

Coty Wiley – lol thanks but maybe you should put down all food while reading

Robin the bird – soon enough, trust me

driven to insanity – since you asked so much and so nicely and since you asked for harry and draco fucking on top I will write lots and lots more soon

HonEySky – lol thank you, and I too hope the scar does not fade in the wash. Harry musings indeedy do

Reese Craven – I d love that line though again I think I may have nicked it. &shocked face&....y is it sad, what are you going to do? – just read final chapter of What? – very good

Abbie – ah draco just had to rn away, harry muses this point in this chapter – I know, I know the chapters are short...I'm working on it

Kt – yes, sans arguing, a novelty – draco is indeed adorable

TheTigersFire – draco has absolutely no idea what's going on in that pretty little....head of his

silverblueeyes – cramp hurts like a son of a bitch! Nothing wrong with you wanting to learn latin it's just a little...pointless. I'll spare you the pain – te title One More Suicide is the name of a song by Marcy Playground. Harry was very adorable as was Dr Malfoy...he may make a return appearance in later chapters

DraculUnknown – thanks – yea I do 150 metres and hurdles...it's too hot to be doing any of that at the mo – and thank you for saying this is one of your favourites

LadyLilyPotter – harry would not mind at all if draco just said 'yes I'm gay and want to shag you' but draco doesn't know how he feels – keep reviewing though

10. An Enigma called Draco Malfoy

Having arrived home and said goodnight to his parents, Harry flung himself on to his bed and looked up at the poster of Michael Jordon on his ceiling.

He thought he and Draco had been having a nice conversation. A conversation like they were almost friends out in the park. But then Draco had suddenly left, his excuses about promises to his uncle so obviously fake. Draco didn't seem to be the type to be in before dark and stick exactly to what he said.

Harry thought back to even earlier that day, when he had had Draco in his room.

'Yea, just not in the way I'd like.'

He shook his head. Where had that thought come from?

With a small smile, Harry remembered the look on Draco's face when Harry been getting dressed. His blue eyes had become glazed and misty, like an ocean during a storm. His pale skin had gotten a pinkish glow to it and, more than one, he'd noticed Draco shifting about on the bed, obviously trying to become more comfortable.

And then, when he'd sat next to Draco, so close, just to see if the other boy moved away. He hadn't. Their legs had been pressed together, their arms lightly touching as Draco moved his to continue reading.

Harry was almost certain that when Draco had told him something made no sense, his voice had sounded huskier and deeper, in a way that had made Harry want to take him then and there. But he'd resisted the urge and fought back his feelings, striving to ensure his voice remained normal.

Leaning across Draco's crotch was just a tease. Just to see if it had any effect. Harry was pretty sure it had. He was pretty sure he'd felt something pressed against his chest, but unsure of whether that was him pressing down to Draco or vice-versa.

He'd leant close enough to Draco's arm that, as he'd breathed, he could feel the fine, pale hairs tickling his mouth and cheek.

They'd been so close he could smell Draco. A mix of vanilla, cigarette smoke, cinnamon, bourbon and, he was pretty sure, maple syrup. Harry just wanted to breathe in his smell, to imprint it into his brain. To imprint everything about Draco into his brain.

The tousled hair with the 'I've-just-had-hours-of-really-hot-sex' look, the platinum blond obviously natural, though to Harry this seemed impossible. He wondered what it would feel like to run his hands through that hair, to kiss it, to bury his head in it.

And the eyes. The eyes were like no others Harry had seen before. Sure, he knew loads of people with blue eyes, but none with blue eyes so pale they looked like ice. He felt those eyes could see right through him into his heart. This both unnerved and intrigued him.

The strong hands that had rubbed his legs less than an hour before. Draco had seemed concerned about the pain Harry was in, Harry had seen it on his face. His hands had been son warm, massaging tender, gentle circles with the tip of those long fingers.

'What those long fingers could do?"

Once again, Harry berated himself for these thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking them. Draco was straight.

'Not necessarily."

When Harry had returned his question of "Are you gay?" Draco had bolted, almost literally just disappeared in a puff of smoke. If he was straight and sure of it he would've answered a simple "No," but Draco had looked both confused and worried by the question.

It all made very little sense.

Sighing to himself, Harry took off his top, it was heavy and damp with sweat and beginning to cool against his skin.

He knew he was interested in Draco, very interested, but he had no idea how Draco felt towards him. He didn't know if Draco was gay or bi or what. He didn't know if Draco knew.

Suddenly it hit Harry, really there was only one thing to do.

Just one.

This one thing that he should do.

Had to do.

Was going to do.

Tomorrow.

I have just realised this chapter is incredibly short and a bit pants compared to Draco musings but I'm having trouble thinking right now.

Anyhoo, review – ya know by know.