Hola. I got a hold of some internet access! Before the end of two weeks! Unfortunately I haven't had much time to write so I've only got one chapter for all of you.. But yeah.. It's quite long.. I hope! Yeah.. So here you go! ...Riyan...

Harry sighed and began to get ready for bed. He couldn't believe this was only his second night there. It seemed like ages since he was at the Dursley's. A lot had happened since he had arrived. He was living under the same roof where the Dark Lord frequented for tea. And other things that Harry didn't want to think about. He didn't know why he didn't just kill Voldemort. It would be so simple. But he couldn't use magic outside of school.

Or could he? He realised with a jolt that it had been his seventeenth birthday a week ago. He hadn't noticed it because the Dursleys hadn't mentioned it and none of his friends had sent him any cards. In fact he had previously thought that it was in a week, but looking at Draco's calendar on the wall alerted him to the fact that it was in fact almost the middle of August. He didn't know how he had missed the days go by. He gave a small yelp of excitement, causing Draco to look up from folding his shirt.

"What is it Po-Ha-Sex God?" he asked, finally arriving at the right name.

"I can do magic!" Harry cried happily.

"No shit. Me too." Draco said, uninterested and went back to concentrating on the shirt.

"No lame ass. As in I just turned seventeen! I can do magic outside school!"

"Oh, I get you now. Congrats." Draco finished folding his shirt and went to put it away. Harry frowned. This was a big deal for him. He could actually now go and defeat Voldemort without breaking rules. Although he was sure if it had ever come down to it, the Ministry would have made a small allowance. But now he was legal! He felt so liberated.. free!

His thoughts were distracted by Draco, who was walking over to get his pyjamas from the cupboard. He still had no shirt on and Harry could see the scar shining on his back. In all the pole dancing excitement he had forgotten about it.

"Draco," Harry called. Draco stopped walking and turned around. "How did you get that scar?" he asked softly. Draco looked down at his feet.

"I would rather not talk about it, Potter." Harry frowned.

"Why not?" he asked.

"It's rather personal."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Will you ever tell me?"

"Probably not."

"Oh."

"Why do you want to know anyway?"

"Curiosity"

"Curiosity killed the cat. If you know what's good for you, you won't ask again." Harry scowled but said nothing. "That's not why you want to know is it?"

"No."

"Is that it? Just 'no'? No explanation? You're not gonna tell me why?"

"I.. don't understand it myself. I want to know who did this to you. So.. I don't know.. So I can make their lives miserable."

"How noble. You have a serious hero complex you know. Don't bother. It doesn't matter." He looked back down at his feet.

"Yes it does, Draco. It matters to me." Harry said, walking over, putting a hand under Draco's chin and lifting his face so that the ex blonde was looking at him. Draco swallowed hard. It was difficult not to give in and tell Harry. He looked so concerned and.. sexy.

Not that Harry's sex appeal was a reason to tell him anything. He couldn't tell Harry this. It would mean revealing that his childhood hadn't been perfect. He turned his eyes down. It was easier not to look at Harry. Easier not to have those green orbs boring into his brain, stripping him of common sense.

"It was an accident.." He was looking anywhere but at Harry. This was almost the truth. It had been an accident, but not the kind of accident Harry would think it was. "Damn it Potter. I really don't want to talk about this right now. Or at all. Stop staring at me with those eyes!"

"Well, what else would I stare at you with?"

"I don't know. That wasn't the point of that sentence. Stop bloody staring at me!" Harry looked away. Draco relaxed slightly. Harry's hand left his chin and instead rested on his shoulder.

"It's okay. You can trust me."

"Can I, Potter? Can I really? How do I know, that after all this, you won't just scurry back to your little friends? I mean I know you're all honourable and Gryffindor, but even Gryffindors have been known to be sneaks."

"I don't know how you can trust me or how would know, Draco. I was just asking for a little faith. But I guess you don't have any of that. Your name says it all for you. Malfoy. Bad faith." Harry was almost shouting now. He didn't know why he was so angry, he was just hurting from the fact that Draco was so reluctant to trust him.

He had stormed away halfway through that rant and so was on the other side of the room from Draco now. He could still see the boy's scar though. He was almost desperate to know the cause of it. Who could have hurt such a pretty thing? Wait, pretty? Harry sighed and took his own shirt off.

Draco was annoyed at himself. He had annoyed Harry again. He didn't know why he couldn't trust Harry. He wanted to but he supposed that was only because he thought that Harry was good looking. And yet something inside of him was telling him he wanted to trust Harry for reasons more than that. He scowled and threw his shirt down on the bed.

He felt so stupid, starting a pointless argument with Harry. And yet, he found it even harder to tell him things. Draco never told people things. He had never wanted to. But with Harry it was different. Draco wanted different things with Harry. Harry deserved different. He took a deep breath.

"Harry," he said tentatively. Harry turned around. There was a frown on his face. Draco gulped but decided to keep going. "I'm sorry." Harry stopped frowning. Instead he stared at him like a fish out of water, mouthing silently.

"Did I just hallucinate? Or did Draco Malfoy just apologise?"

"I just apologised."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I didn't want to be on bad terms with you."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"That's nice."

"What is?"

"The fact that you apologised. I didn't know you could. I mean, seriously, not just for calling me the wrong name or something."

"I wouldn't have a while ago. But.. I think you're changing me Harry."

"Am I?"

"Slightly. Yes. You bloody Gryffindor." Draco grinned. Harry smiled back. Draco felt something flip in the region of his stomach and he didn't know what it was. He decided to ignore it for the time being and finish getting ready for bed. The pole dancing had taken a lot out of him, along with the dish washing. He shuddered. Dish washing. Oh and bugger. He'd have to go to breakfast with no shirt on.

In fact, that day had been very eventful. Breakfast with Tom, horse riding, losing (he scowled at this), pole dancing, the dishes of DOOM and finding out about Harry's past. He suddenly felt guilty. Harry had shared with him the story of his childhood. Why could he then not tell the story of his scar? He sighed and wandered over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He realised vaguely that they had forgotten to eat dinner.

He finished brushing his teeth and walked back to the bedroom. Harry was reading his book, Boy Meets Boy and smiling slightly.

"Harry, the bathroom's free if you want it," he said. Harry looked up.

"What's that?"

"The bathroom's free."

"Oh, right. Thanks." He stood up and put the book down. "Good book by the way." Draco nodded and Harry walked past him and into the bathroom. Draco smiled at him as he passed and then flopped down on the bed.

He was beginning to be seriously confused about his feelings for Harry. Could they possibly stay 'just friends' in this next week with all this sexual tension? Because Draco could feel the sexual tension. Just little things, like the way their pretend kissing seemed so real. And the fact that Harry got turned on by his pole dancing. (Although anyone would have been turned on by his pole dancing.. He was Draco Malfoy, undeniable sex god, after all! And writhing around with a pole.. Well.. Who could resist!)

But at the same time, Draco was finding it very hard to believe that his and Harry's relationship would go beyond friendship. He couldn't imagine it. How would it start? He couldn't just say, "Come sex me, Harry. For real." That was an exaggeration, but even still, he couldn't imagine it. Not even talking about feelings. He was a Malfoy, he didn't do feelings. (Although he was getting slightly worried about how he felt about Harry. He was beginning to believe he could actually feel things for someone else.) Okay, sure, Harry could start the conversation, but the boy was so.. reserved.. he couldn't even see that.

He sighed again and looked up to see Harry staring at him.

"Penny for your thoughts," he said.

"Um.. I wasn't really thinking anything. I was just dozing."

"With your eyes open?"

"Yes, damn it!"

"Okay! Chill out! I didn't mean to offend you or anything."

"It's okay. Come to bed.. love.." He winked at Harry and crawled under the covers himself. Harry sighed and walked over to the bed. He got into the other side of the bed and pulled the covers over him. He turned to see Draco facing him.

"G'night, Draco."

"Night, Harry." Harry leaned in and pecked Draco on the cheek.

"Wha..? What was that for?"

"It was a goodnight kiss."

"But.. but.. what?"

"A goodnight kiss. You know, like a closure thing. For the night."

"Oh."

"Yeah. But you've ruined it now. So I have to do it again."

"What?"

"Well, one kiss given means only one of us has to talk to break it. However one kiss given and one kiss returned means both of us have to talk to break it. Do you get me?"

"Not really. No."

"Oh."

"Well, I do sort of. Because if there's one given and one returned then, there's still the first one that has to be cancelled out. Is that what you mean?"

"Yeah."

"So, surely that's the better one."

"Yes. It is."

"Where did this mad idea come from?"

"My brain."

"Oh. Not some weird Gryffindork thing?"

"No."

"Oh."

"But I think it would be a nice tradition."

"Fair enough. C'mere Potter- Ah Harry – Damn. Sex God." Harry grinned. Draco kissed him on the cheek and Harry returned it. Then he turned over. Draco prodded him on the back.

"What?"

"I had a thought."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well what is it then?" Harry asked. Draco smirked.

"Well, wouldn't one kiss on the lips be the same as one kiss given and one kiss returned?" Harry raised his eyebrows, but inside he was smiling. "Wait! Hear me out! Yeah, because you know.. it's like given and returned in the same go.." he trailed off, looking embarrassed. Harry smiled and nodded then leaned over and captured Draco's lips in his.

"Goodnight Draco."

Yeah. So also, before I go. I'd like to thank all you wonderful reviewers! There were so many of you! Especially Yami Y666 for the longest review of laughs I've ever seen and mephitic-mind for calling me a monkey and making me laugh. All of you are AMAZING! And the reason I write. :) However.. The updates are going to become rather sporradic as I go back to school and have a bunch of work to do.. lame.. but it must be done.. however having said that I will update as often as I can! I won't abandon you!

...Riyan...