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Chapter 14
Confusion

Draco didn't know what had happened. One minute, an uncomfortable Potter was insulting him, the other minute he was caressing Draco's lips. The kiss was unexpected. It was pleasant, but daring, just like a Gryffindor had to kiss.

Just like Potter hadto kiss.

Draco had never experienced anything like it before. It was beyond everything he had expected, to say the least. His mind went fuzzy thinking about it. Potter's kiss wasn't even present in his wildest dreams, just because it was so surreal. However, the raven haired teen had pressed his hot red lips onto Draco's until they were swollen.

Potter's taste had mingled with his own, stimulating his senses and making Draco's blood pressure mount. His heart sped up, embracing the boy next to him as much as he could, since they were still stuck. Draco could feel eagerness in Potter's touch, and craved for more every time they came up for air.

Being glued together, Draco sensed how the bespectacled boy tensed, but not with uncomfortableness or angriness this time. It was lust. Desire built up in both their eyes, just until they heard a door creak somewhere at the end of the world.

And then Draco's feet touched the cold Hogwarts' ground again, hauled back into reality by none other than Filch.

"Why aren't you working?" Filch grumbled, upon looking at the boys. Potter's head turned as red as a tomato, his mouth opening and closing several times without making any noise, imitating a fish. Draco pushed back the urge to smile and tried to look at Filch from their rather uncomfortable position.

"We're glued together by this trap. Could you reach for my wand please?" Draco said courteously, not wanting to offend the Squib.

"Oh," was all that Filch brought out, and the old man limbed to the closet, reaching Draco the wand. He could feel the uneasiness radiating of the senior's body as he stepped back again.

"Finite Incantatem," Draco spoke, ending the spell between them. Potter stepped away, turning around at once, facing the closet. He grabbed a Magical Joke and didn't speak. The red tint on his cheeks was still visible.

"Should I cast a Finite Incantatem over that too?" Draco teased, pointing to Potter's robes subtly. A deep beastly sound escaped Potter's throat, warning Draco not to go any further. The sound didn't have the wanted effect, it only turned Draco on more than he was already. If he had his way, he would ravish the Gryffindor, dishevelling his messy hair – more than it already was - until it screamed 'I just had sex', truthfully this time. Draco experienced difficulty pushing that though out of his head. Instead, he turned back to Potter, who was still blushing.

"Okay, I'll leave it up to you then," he smiled. Much to his surprise, Potter replied his smile with a wide grin. A grin he had only offered to his friends so far. It made Draco's heart flutter with joy. They continued their tasks in silence, while Draco's heart was screaming with bliss.

At eight o'clock, Harry made his way out of Filches stuffed muggy room and headed for the Gryffindor Common Room. He had had the rest of the afternoon to think about what had happened during Filches absence. Mafloy hadn't talked much, or rather, Harry hadn't answered to anything the blonde was saying, whereupon the Slytherin had stopped talking as well.

The scene kept repeating in his head like a Muggle video. Except, there wasn't an 'off' button for this video. Occasionally, there were other moments included, like the one they were touching shoulders, or the one Malfoy had carried him all the way up to the Hospital Wing. There were even small flashes of a crying Malfoy amongst them.

Harry didn't know what to do. He couldn't talk about this to anyone. Not to Ron, the ginger Gryffindor would kill both Malfoy and Harry. He couldn't tell Hermione either, Harry didn't even want to think what she would have to say about that. Finally, he couldn't share his feeling with Silvergreen, since Silvergreen was actually the one he had kissed with.

"Hi Hermione, Ron," Harry said, an unwanted smile splitting his face in two. He had planned to keep the joyful feeling locked inside his heart, but the smile gave him away instantly.

"You seem happy. What happened?" Hermione asked, quirking a curious eyebrow. Ron looked up from his parchment, filled with what seemed to be Transfiguration. Harry's stomach shrunk as he thought about his own assignment. He hadn't even started it.

"Nothing. Are you doing homework?" The reply was forced out of his throat, sounding very unnatural.

"Something definitely happened. Even I can tell," Ron said, sharing a knowing glance with Hermione. The glance didn't augur well for Harry.

"Don't you have to see Lavender?" Harry shot back. This didn't seem to satisfy neither of his friends. They kept looking at him expectantly, until he sighed with frustration. "I'm sorry. I, … eh met Silvergreen," Harry lied, trying to set their minds on something else.

"Is she hot?" Ron asked. It was very straight forward, hitting Harry right in the face.

"Er, I guess," Harry stammered, not quite sure what to reply to that. He had never thought about Malfoy as being 'hot'. However, the Slytherin wasn't unpretty at all. His tall figure, pointy features. His soft lips, slender fingers. His mind became all clouded when the soft colors of the Slytherin baked on his retinas. Harry tried to stop his mind from going there. He hadn't even figured out what it meant to him, let alone fantasy about more.

"Ronald. You shouldn't ask that. Who is she?" Hermione corrected her red haired friend. The intonation on the personal pronoun spelled little good. Harry had better gone to the Room of Requirement, because right now, there was no way he was getting out of here without spilling every detail.

"I can't tell. She asked me not to tell anyone. You know, rumours," Harry lied smoothly, while ignoring Hermione's knowing look.

"What happened. Did you kiss her?" Ron asked boorishly, putting down his quill and abandoning his homework. Harry presumed it wouldn't get finished today. His head turned crimson, his ability to speak disappeared.

"I, er…" At this, Hermione's eyes got wide and she sprang up. "Ronald, don't you get off on Lavender enough? Don't bother Harry with your vulgar words!" She snapped, gripping Harry by his shoulder and towing him along the way to the Portrait hall, leaving behind a wide-eyed Ron before the fireplace. Harry was as astounded as Ron by Hermione's choice of words, observing his female friend bewildered and with adoration at the same time.

Harry tried to erase the fogginess from his mind as Hermione dragged him to a place where they couldn't be heard and prepared for the worst. How could he have been so stupid? Now he would have to spill everything!

"What happened exactly?" Hermione asked, pushing Harry down on an old cauldron with several leakages in it. "I know who Silvergreen is, Harry. Did you kiss him?" she asked. Harry averted his eyes, observing his feet as desperation took place for the upbeat feeling from before.

"I kissed Malfoy," Harry confessed, not meeting his friend's eyes. He didn't know why he had spilled it already. He didn't know how to feel about it either. At first, he felt good, then confused and right now he felt guilty.

"Were you planning on telling Ron like that? He might have hexed you, Harry." Hermione looked angry and worried at the same time. She didn't even bother to sit down herself. The confused feeling returned upon Hermione's reaction. Hadn't she been the one telling him to trust Malfoy? Why was she so defensive about it now?

"Ron doesn't know who Silvergreen is. He doesn't have a clue." Harry hoped with every fibre in his being that his assumptions were truthful.

"You're right about that. Why did you kiss him?" Hermione questioned. There was no trail of mockery, angriness or reproach in her voice this time. But still, it didn't feel like she was firing him up to do it again.

"We got stuck together by a Sticking Spell. All of a sudden I felt weird. I've never felt that way before and Malfoy was, …" Harry trailed off, the brand-new feeling haunting his mind made it difficult to focus on the words he wanted to say earlier.

"Go on,"Hermione encouraged. She ascribed it to shyness, which wasn't the case right now. Admittedly, Harry was indeed very bashful to explain his experiences to his friend, but it would have been easier if his body didn't go crazy everytime Harry tried to say the Slytherin's name.

"Different. I don't know. I just know that he kissed me and I kissed him back. Then Filch barged in and the moment was over."

"Filch saw you two?" Hermione shrieked, covering her mouth with her hand. The sight of Filch walking in on two teenagers, his eyes nearly popping out of his head was absurd and Harry chuckled briefly before replying.

"No, he had no clue. He just reached Malfoy's wand so he could break the spell, that's all."

"And what happened next?" Hermione enquired. Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione just kept asking questions, she didn't even say what she thought about it. Was she okay with it? Had he done something weird? She always had an opinion at the ready, but right now it felt like if he was consulting a doctor, asking for his symptoms and writing them down with a simple nod.

"Nothing. We just finished our detention. Why are you so curious about this?" Harry actually wanted to use another word to describe her interest, but he didn't want to be offending.

"No reason. It's just, oh Harry! I told you Malfoy had changed, didn't I?" She had a glimpse of a smile on her face, all the while looking worriedly again. This set of a firework in Harry's body, finally getting some affirmation.

"He hasn't," Harry replied dryly, hiding his the scene presently occurring in Harry's mind.

"Why did you kiss him then?" Hermione asked slyly clever.

"I don't know. I just told you I didn't know. That's all I've got. I don't know why I did what I did. I'm lost," Harry admitted, looking up into Hermione's brown eyes. She looked at him like she already knew what he didn't know and irritation soon started to boil in his throat.

"Just drop it. I don't want to talk about it. Tell Ron I told you I fancy Silvergreen," Harry said, rising from the cauldron and heading for the door. He didn't know why he was so huffy all of a sudden, but Hermione's behaviour confused him even more than Malfoy's kiss. Why couldn't she just support him like a proper friend instead of trying to make him realise it himself?

"Do you fancy Malfoy then?" Hermione asked, her eyes filled with faked innocence. Harry wanted to turn around and shoot her a dangerous glare, but he just left, the question hanging in the air unanswered.

Arriving in the Library, Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw his best friend. He hadn't expected Pansy to be here. Admitted, they both still had a lot of homework to do, but normally Pansy made it in the Slytherin Common room.

Draco was just about to leave again, when Pansy noticed him.

"Hey Draco! Where do you think you're going? I'm right over here," Pansy waved, motioning for him to take a seat next to him. Madame Pince cleared her throat loudly, to shut Pansy's mouth and Draco hurriedly made his way to the small mahogany desk. He didn't need the hollow-eyed lady to send them both away.

"Hi. I was just wandering around," Draco said. Damn. Now there would definitely be no work done. Just as Draco had presumed, she immediately saw something big had happened. She wouldn't have been his best friend if she hadn't. Even though it flattered Draco that she could read him like a book, right now it was rather annoying.

"Come on, Draco. What happened? I can tell from your face something eventful happened," Pansy squealed, trying hard to keep her voice down. Enthusiasm radiated off her

"I, er... I kissed him," Draco said, putting the stress on his last syllable. Pansy's eyes widened, her smile growing wider and wider. She didn't need the stress on the last syllable to know who Draco was talking about, though.

"You kissed him?" she questioned back, stressing the personal pronoun even more. She looked like she was about to scream and dance any minute now, and Draco suppressed the urge to do the same thing. He had a hard time hiding his happiness.

"I did." Draco tried to keep his face emotionless, but he could feel the heat creeping to his cheeks, a soft pink blush appearing on his face. Pansy was unstoppable, Draco's dull answers weren't very effective, they only fuelled her burning fire of delight.

"What happened?! Tell me all the details instantly!" she ordered, looking around her quickly before straightening her back. Draco sighed and cast a silencing charm over both of them. He didn't need a bored students to eavesdrop on them.

"I had detention with Potter again today," Draco started, but Pansy nodded fiercely.

"I know that. Go on, get to the point straight away."

"Do you want to know what happened or not?" Draco growled, frustration audible in his voice. Why was she so annoying? Okay, he was overwhelmed by what had happened, but he had rather kept his special moment to himself for a little while longer.

"Yes. Yes, continue please," Pansy breathed, gesturing to her mouth as if she zipped it up.

"We had to destroy Magical Jokes, probably from Zonko's. One of them had a Sticking Charm on it. When Potter grabbed it – he obviously had no idea there was a sticking spell on it, while I had recognized the box all along – we got stuck together. Chest to chest." Draco's eyes went dreamy as he remembered the moment. Potter's eyes had been wide with shock when he had crashed into the Slytherin.

Pansy's mouth fell open as Draco continued. "Then Potter became all flustered and he was just irresistible. Then I kissed him. I had expected him to push me away, but instead he kissed me back." Draco tried to be as boring as he could to pester Pansy, and it seemed to work. Pansy's ecstasy drained out.

"And then?"

"That's it. Filch barged in and Potter refused to talk about it." That was the part Draco was coping with right now. Was the boy sorry for what he had done? Did he want to take his kisses back?

"So now what? Just go kiss him again, Draco. He wouldn't have kissed you back if he didn't want to, would he?" Pansy was a rude as always, speaking her mind freely .

"I don't know. I tried to tease him about it, but he wouldn't hear it. He just remained silent." Draco's eyebrow knotted into a frown, thinking about Potter's flushed face and mumbled reactions.

"Typically Gryffindors. He's probably angry because you're a Slytherin. He probably suspected you to be a bad kisser or something like that." Pansy waved her hand as she spoke, curling up her nose as she spoke about the Gryffindors. Draco shook his head in disbelief.

"Pansy, come on. Really? Even Potter could have guessed I'm a good kisser."

"Don't boast, Draco. Good grief, you're so gay."

"Stop it already. I kissed The Boy Who Lived. That makes up for all my sins." At that, Pansy laughed out loud. Madame Pince noticed they hadn't been studying and expelled them from the Library. She had noticed they had cast a silencing Spell. Basically that was allowed, but it wasn't allowed to have extensive conversations, so both friends made their way to the Slytherin Common room, still laughing about their silly joke.

When Harry reached the Room of Requirement, he still hadn't managed to rearrange his mind. It kept repeating in his head that he had kissed a boy. He always came to this room looking for peace. Even though another letter wouldn't make his stream of thoughts stop, he reached for the reply under the navy blue box.

Dear Harry

You're such an unpredictable, rude bastard. How dare you to call me a prudish coward? You have no idea how hard it is to live up to my father's expectations. I had thought you of all people would know what it's like, since everyone expects you to defeat the Dark Lord.

But I was wrong. To answer your question: I didn't take the mark voluntarily. What may come to a surprise for you is that I resisted the Mark at first. They tortured me until I could no longer protest. I haven't told anyone just yet, so please burn this letter after you read it.

I'll hex you even more. Don't forget about my vengeance, Potter.

Yours sincerely

Draco

Harry smiled at Malfoy's angriness. However, his smile soon faded, because the letter reminded him who Malfoy really was. A Death Eater. Suddenly it hit Harry that this could all be a trick. Compassion for the boy made his heart swell, a lump forming in his throat. Why did Malfoy have to be the bad guy? Still, from what Harry read, Malfoy wasn't as bad as he thought he was. But that only made matters worse.

The kiss had been so wonderful, not like anything Harry had ever experienced before. But still, the thought of Voldemort had to ruin one of the most erotic moments in his life. The moment their lips touched, Harry's mind was at easy. All worrisome thoughts dissolved. Malfoy had been everywhere.

He couldn't kiss Malfoy again. Not only because they were sworn enemies, also because there was a world of a distance between their destinies. Harry saw he hadn't brought a quill and cursed. There must be one around here, right? Harry scanned the area with his eyes before an annoying thought crossed his mind. He was a Wizard.

"Accio quill!" Harry shouted, pointing at nothing in particular. All of a sudden, a rain of old, deteriorated and dusty quills came Harry's way. He picked out the best one and realised he hadn't any ink so far. That wouldn't be so easy to find, would it? He decided to at least try and soon enough, he was ready to write his reply, once again.

To be continued...

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