A/N: Sorry my dear readers that I have not updated this for so long.. blah blah blah.. anyway, I'm grounded and yes, I flunked math the second time around!! Just simply peachy! Thank you for all those wonderful reviews esp. to Bea who keeps on black mailing me all day long at school… Just give the damn pictures and stop teasing already!!! When will you stop?! Bwaahhh! Bwaaah!!

Ahem..To all those too stupid to ignore the author's notes in the last 2 chapters, well lemme tell you something, this is a m/m slash Between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

It's a guy kissing, touching and doing everything else in between with another guy. Gross I know but anyway, it's my job to make sure all ye little kids do not read this stuff. What will your parents say?

Flamers will be sent to Voldemort.

Reviewers will be sent to uhm.. heaven!!

Thank you by the way and since it confuses y'all, I'm not gonna put the 'Another Love Story' subtitle cos' it confuses me too..

Anyway..

I decided to put Seamus here too since in the movie, Dev Murray was like so um.. I just cannot understand what the hell he was saying.. tsk.tsk..And I think he's just peachy cute!

Chapter III- A Goodnight Kiss …

Seamus Finnigan watched as Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter parted ways after their 'brief' encounter or rather meeting in the Library. So the rumors were true, he thought, shaking his head both in disgust and in disbelief as he patiently waited for the two lads to disappear from view.

But then as he was murmuring something about Colin Creevey, something caught Seamus' eye as the blonde Slytherin ran towards the left corridor. A piece of parchment fluttered then lay as a gentle breeze carried it down, half crumpled and rolled, on the floor, it seemingly been dropped maybe on purpose or not by none other than Draco himself.

Sliding out the doors of the library as slick as he could, Seamus, glancing cautiously in every direction, walked to pick up the piece of parchment lying on the floor. And seeing there was no one around, everyone too preoccupied with their own business, stuffed it in his pocket…

"Ey, Ron!" Seamus called, panting as he ran towards Ron who was playing wizard chess with Hermione. "I.. think.. youw.. might.. wantoreadthis…." Hermione was in the midst of check mating Ron's king piece but had stopped when she saw Seamus run towards them like being chased by a swarm of bees.

Seamus handed Ron the piece of parchment he had found or rather took and breathed in deeply. Ron stared at Seamus questioningly, unfolding the piece of parchment. "What's this?" He asked after reading the whole thing, with Hermione peering at his side as the game lay forgotten. "Something you wrote for poetry class?" Hermione rolled her eyes giggle as Seamus glared at them, quirking an eyebrow.

"Malfoy dropped it after a snogging session with Harry…" Seamus said, almost with dignity and pride that he knew something they didn't. "Not a poem I wrote. Clearly, Malfoy wrote that!"

Hermione gasped and Ron had stood up, his hands slamming against the table, making the chess pieces vibrate and some, fall off the board. "What? Seamus Finnigan, is this some sick joke you're pulling?"

Seamus shook his head and Hermione's mouth opened in shock and at a loss for words.

"It's true. Harry was checking out some books and Malfoy was there and then suddenly they kissed! It was so disgusting! They were like two sick puppies-dogs, whatever.. And Malfoy actually called Harry by his first name—Ron? Ron where are you going?"

Ron was stomping off, clearly enraged and angry, you can see by the flicker of hate in his eyes and another emotion… pain.

"What's with him?" Seamus asked Hermione quietly.

Hermione stood next to Seamus and sighed as she watched Ron march away.

"Oh Seamus he's in love..."

"What?"

Hermione shook her head. "I just hope he thinks this is a good idea.."

Draco~*

Slytherins are ignorant or rather just too stupid to notice for the first time I was crying my way back to the boys' dorm. I locked the door of the room, threw myself onto the bed and cried like I had never done before.

Fuck.

What the hell's wrong with me? I'm in love him. It's obvious. My life is ruined. My pride is broken…..

I thought it'd be easy to love. I mean everyone has their boyfriends and girlfriends. Pansy was with Crabbe. Goyle was with Millicent Bulstrode…

I thought it was just a high school thing.

A fad.

A fashion.

But it was life, time and your heart and emotions at risk. Not just an easy show you could just put on.

My father would disown me now with the information that I have fallen for another boy. And that boy even had to be my own nemesis.

I though it was just a crush. That I just felt paranoid since that kiss in the train. That some time I'd forget about it eventually. But I didn't. It's been days since it happened. Yet the memory's vivid and clear in my mind and I could not forget it. And I would always find myself at the end of the day, writing mushy poems and sick quotes all because of that Potter. Thinking of him and about his lips on mine. His eyes and everything else in between..

But why? I ask myself that question countless of times. Why?

It's wrong to fall for the enemy. Two people against each other in the opposite sides of the battlefield. You can't just go in the middle with an enemy and start kissing him and pretending the world doesn't exist anymore. That the cannons are flocks of birds, sweetly chirping in the sky that the guns and fire are flowers in the spring and butterflies in the meadow..

It's just wrong.

Twisted.

Wrong.

Hard.

Stupid…

Ironic how it feels to kiss him. Like heaven and hell, holding no boundaries. Two pure elements when joined together feels right but seems wrong in the eyes of others.

Love is hard.

Love is pure.

Love is sinful, seductive and painful.

Love is never what I thought I'd feel for that half-assed Harry Potter.

But what does he feel for me?

****

Harry had run to the Gryffindor Boy's dorm, too absorbed in his mixed emotions swirling like a kaleidoscope within him, that he hadn't realized he had bumped into Ron without anything so much as an apology.

Throwing himself onto the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room, he slammed his fists into the big mass of red velvet as tears started rolling down for no reason at all.

Raking a shaking hand through his tousled hair, Harry's glasses slipped down his nose bridge and fell tumbling to the floor. Agitated, he picked it up and threw it to the wall till it broke into two pieces.

Harry fell sobbing on his knees infront of the crackling fire. What was wrong with him?

Why had Malfoy's lips on his felt so nice all of a sudden?

Everything felt so right but on the inside it tore Harry apart to be kissing him. It made him confused and irritated and he just wanted to stop everything else from becoming even more complicated.

It's as if the world has gotten in on him and is closing in.

His seventh year in Hogwarts had turned from a safe heaven, considering how Voldemort had met his defeat 2 years ago, to a living nightmare.

Malfoy was the first problem. To be precise, the only problem.

Harry had been feeling quite strange.

When he had first kissed the blonde, or rather the other way around, Harry had been feeling…

A little weird. Dreams haunted him each night, all of which starred his nemesis, taking off his clothes and such other unpredictable motives.

And Harry had this yearning, though how much he hated to admit it..

He wanted to…

To feel Draco's body on his. To hold him close and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. To caress that pale cheek and run his fingers through that soft blonde hair and—

Harry was annoyed. Even in his thoughts he was annoyed.

Fucking sonofabitch!

Harry thought angrily, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

Closing his eyes, Harry pulled out his wand out of his robes and pointed it at his own chest.

I have to forget this. I just have to.

Muttering a spell under his breath, a swirl of blue smoke encircled the raven-haired boy's body and after a few minutes left him dazed and woozy, falling on his back.

Harry lay there, eyes closed and unconscious…

Harry's temples were throbbing.

He felt as if he had been sucked into a blender since he had to admit, he felt both dizzy and woozy.

And then suddenly, he fell into a pit of pure endless black.

And everything seemed as bleak and dull.

It was just Harry there, all alone, sitting , motionless and still.

Scenes flashed around him, unwanted.

The time when he had to share a cabin with Malfoy and when he had been pulled into a kiss. And back then previously, the incident in the library wherein Harry had been traumatized the most.

Then suddenly, the scenes repeated themselves, faster and faster, rolling and swirling around the boy like a sick kaleidoscope. Harry felt as if a very heavy weight was laid upon his back and he felt his body getting heavier and heavier by the minute and it hurt that he was unable to maintain proportionate balance that he fell to his knees.

And then suddenly everything turned black again.

Everything stopped.

And everything lay forgotten.

Everything…

Harry lay unconscious in the midst of the darkness.

When Harry awoke, blue eyes were staring down at him. He felt his glasses on his nose.

Harry slowly sat up, though the pain in his body increased as he did.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked, a worried look washing over his features. "I came as soon as Seamus told me. I fixed your glasses by the way."

"Thanks.. But Seamus told you what?" Harry asked, his voice broken and only managing a croak and giving Ron a quizzical look.

"About you and Malfoy and that incident in the library about how you kissed him or vice versa. I thought that he harassed you again and maybe he threatened you-? I dunno. But one thing's for sure, I know you'll never fall for that git, Malfoy!"

Me and Malfoy?

Harry searched for answers in his head, trying to remember something about him and Malfoy or something that would fit Ron's point.

But it hurt when he tried to think. It hurt a lot and Harry just gave up.

"I don't understand."

Harry looked at Ron in the eye. Then suddenly Ron pushed him by the shoulders so that he fell on his back and gave him a hard, fierce kiss, almost biting his friend's soft lips as he forced his tongue in and Harry wouldn't give in.

Harry, temples throbbing and body aching, gathered his strength to shove Ron off but hadn't quite succeeded.

The more he resisted, the more Ron forced himself in on him. Ron had his legs around Harry, his hands on his wrists, pinning him to the floor.

Suddenly the door creaked and opened slowly.

"I think the Chudley Cannons aren't—" Dean Thomas stopped as he eyed his friend Parvati Patil who had her eyes transfixed on Ron and Harry, mouth hanging open. Dean sighted Ron and Harry who were both on the floor and understood perfectly why Parvati had stopped on her tracks.

"We're sorry, uhm, Harry, Ron…"

Ron had stopped and looked at them as they closed the door and left.

He turned back to Harry.

Harry shoved him off angrily, wiping his mouth with the back of hand as he stood up. "What the fuck's wrong with you Ron?!"

"I'm sorry, Harry." Was all Ron managed to say.

"Well hell you should be!" Harry yelled. "We're not kids anymore Ron. I care-we care- what other people think! How our reputation stands! Now thanks to you and Malfoy, everyone in this entire damn fucking school thinks I'm a fucking homosexual!"

Ron looked hurt. "I said I was sorry, okay?"

"It isn't easy to forgive Ron. Let alone forget." Harry said coldly. "We couldn't just walk out this room pretending nothing had happened in the first place… Can you just grow up, Ron? You always wanted things to go your way before but now, you can't have it all. I'm running my life and not you… So I'm sorry if that's how you feel about me… I can't do anything.."

"Malfoy doesn't deserve you!" Ron yelled, eyes watering with tears. "He has everything! Loving parents, money- everything anyone could ever want! And now he's going to have you! I know it! It isn't right, Harry! It's wrong and stupid! He's just playing you!

You tell me to grow up well, I have, I had…And all these years I've waited for you hoping that one day you'd bring back what I feel for you. But I hoped against hope and nothing had happened. You're still selfish and still a child! And.. You… You fell for your enemy! You fell for Draco Malfoy! But he doesn't deserve you, Harry, he doesn't!!"

"And you think you do?!" Harry retorted, unmoved by Ron's words. "I didn't know how this conversation's subject is Malfoy. I do not even like him and cannot recall a time I kissed him or any of that sort! Just fuck off, Ron! Why this sudden outburst of Malfoy and me?!

Malfoy doesn't deserve me and neither do you! I'm sorry things couldn't work out the way you want them to."

"You like him don't you?" Ron started saying. "You like Malfoy don't you?"

"Ron, look I'm just sorry. I do not like Malfoy let alone boys and I-"

"You're lying.."

"Ron I-"

"I know you like him Harry! Don't deny it! Seamus says he saw you kiss him in the library!"

Harry was dumfounded. He couldn't remember anything Ron was trying to remind him of.

And whenever he tried to, his head would hurt and temples would throb. The effects of the spell he had cast unto himself were more than he had bargained for just to forget unimportant events of his life, let alone knew.

Harry just looked at Ron; their gaze unbroken, and even then with a jolt quietly left him.

Ron fell to his knees, sobbing.

"What have I done?" He asked himself, burying his face in his palms.

****

Draco stared at his wand for a moment; examining it's shape and every angle in between.

Suddenly, closing his eyes, he muttered the very same spell, Harry Potter had cast to himself a few minutes earlier…

***

When Draco awoke from his unexpected slumber by the howls and knocks on the door , his temples were throbbing and his body, aching.

"Malfoy! Open the damn door, It' dinner time!"

Draco got up slowly, groaning and opened the door. He glared at Goyle who stood stupidly at the doorway, arms linked around Pansy Parkinson's waist and shooed him off saying he'd soon follow behind. He ran his hand though his soft blonde hair and sighed as his head throbbed with pain.

Malfoy felt sort of weak and didn't have the appetite so he decided to head for the Hospital Wing. Maybe Madam Pomfrey could help him with his splitting headache and body pain…

Harry was massaging his temples as he walked to the Hospital Wing. He decided to skip dinner since he didn't have the guts to face Ron. It felt bad fighting the third time around with his bestfriend. They hadn't had a fight like this since the they were fourteen when Ron was jealous Harry's name had been picked from the Goblet of Fire to join the Triwizard Tournament.

But right now it was different. That was three years ago. They were kids. And this was different since the whole mess was that Ron was in love with him and Harry wasn't at all. There was the excessive use of Malfoy and Harry, about kissing and that sort that clearly the boy who lived couldn't quite understand why the redhead would bring them up.

Harry couldn't quite remember anything Ron would tell him and it was confusing and irritating all of a sudden.

But for Ron meanwhile it was hard for apologies since Harry had shouted painful words at him and cursed him. That of which, had never happened in the whole of their so-called friendship.

Harry Potter's life's getting complicated by the minute..

As Harry stepped in the Hospital Wing, he heard a familiar drawling voice, much to his dismay.

"Well, well, well, Potter, fancy meeting you here, of all places.." Draco Malfoy had just taken an aspirin and a sermon from Madam Pomfrey about using strange charms and spells on himself and was sat on one of the big white beds that was facing the doorway.

"I'm not in the mood, Malfoy," Harry said as he walked to Madam Pomfrey who checked his temperature and gave him an aspirin. "Some other time.."

Malfoy rolled his eyes as Madam Pomfrey came to Harry's assistance.

"Well then, looks like both of you cast the same spell on yourselves and would have to spend the night here.." Madam Pomfrey said as she turned her back on them to get some aspirin for Harry.

"The forgetfulness spell, I suppose? I might as well head down stairs to give you two boys some dinner. Meanwhile, you two are confined for one night here, together… Harry take your aspirin and here's some water…"

The forgetfulness spell? Harry couldn't clearly remember that either but he thought questions would be answered later. Meanwhile his head hurt and he wanted it to stop hurting already.

Madam Pomfrey handed Harry the aspirin, which he swallowed in turn with the water.

"Together?" Malfoy repeated incredulously. "Just what do you mean together? As in, we'll share the same bed and stuff?"

Harry gulped the rest of the water down, almost coughing already when he heard what Malfoy had just said.

"Of course not!" Madam Pomfrey was chuckling at the absurdity of it all. "Separate beds thank you very much. As of now, I will get you boys some dinner. Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, please kindly change into your pajama pants before nine and have plenty of rest and sleep after I get your dinner. The beds are there. Kindly assist yourselves…"

Harry cocked his head at Malfoy who stared back at him in disbelief and horror.

"I am not spending the night with you!" Draco said in mock disgust, leaping down the bed in a very graceful way. "Goodbye, Potter!"

Malfoy was on his way out till Madam Pomfrey suddenly came and blocked his way.

"You shall not leave the Hospital premises until you are told so! Any disregard of the rules and I will inform the head of your houses!"

Malfoy stopped and retreated back to the bed, making faces and frowning. Harry shook his head and chuckled lightly.

Madam Pomfrey turned her heel and walked away.

Harry sighed, took off his shoes and lay on the bed, opposite Malfoy's.

And Malfoy just stared at him, in a very strange way, Harry could not read, as he stretched and savored the moment of having his strength back and his head stop hurting.

"What are you looking at?" Harry asked.

Malfoy turned his gaze away and was seemingly interested in one of the plants that lay next to him on the table.

"Nothing!" He said hastily.

Madam Pomfrey came with dinner trays; two servings of mashed potatoes with gravy, peas and chicken were on both plates, plus a pitcher pumpkin juice and a couple goblets. She told Harry and Draco to change in their pajamas and then had given them their temperature check with Draco frowning again as she did.

" Well… let me leave you two to enjoy your dinner.. Pardon me for now…"

Madam Pomfrey left the pitcher at Draco's side and gave them their trays.

As Madam Pomfrey left, Draco helped himself to his food and in a few minutes was done already but Harry had lost his appetite, just thinking of Ron and their big fight.

Thinking of ways he could make it up to him and say apologize. But nothing ever rang a bell into his mind right now.

Harry sighed and played with his mashed potatoes using his fork, making patterned circles.

"Potter, if you're not going to eat that, may I suggest you give it to me?"

Harry looked at Draco for a moment.

"What?" Draco asked impatiently. "Give it.."

"Here.." Harry handed Draco his plate but had accidentally shoved it unto the young Malfoy, causing the gravy to spill on his silken pajama pants and the rest of the whole dish.

"Dammit! Fuck! Potter I told you to give it to me you sonaofbitch not shove it! Now look I just changed now I'm all dirty!" Draco placed the plate on the bedside table and picked up pieces of potatoes, peas and chicken from his pajamas.

Harry made a disgusted face and quietly mimicked Draco. "I'm all dirty…" He said in a girl's voice.

"You sound just like a 5 year old girl, Malfoy!"

"Look who's talking!" Draco rolled his eyes.

"You know, your pajamas wouldn't get dirty if it wasn't for you and your stupid appetite!" Harry said, leaping down with his feet on the cold floor to Malfoy's side.

"Oh, now it's my fault? I can't believe I'm getting a sermon from the person who shoved his dinner on me!"

"Shut up." Harry said, helping Malfoy getting rid of the peas in his pajamas.

"Get your hands off me, Potter!" Draco seethed.

"Fine, I'm sorry. I was just helping!" Harry raised his arms defiantly.

"You can help by accompanying me to the washroom," Draco said, putting his shoes on. "I feel very uncomfortable…"

Harry did so too and walked with Malfoy to the washroom atleast a yard apart from him.

"Make it fast, Malfoy!" Harry complained as he heard the water rush out of the faucet a little longer than needed as Draco washed his hands and changed into a clean pair of pajamas.

Harry was outside the washroom, leaning against the wall, waiting for Draco to come out and clearly it had been atleast 15 minutes of patient waiting.

The door opened and fresh and changed, Draco stepped out, a little smile playing across his pale features. "Ah. Hygiene." He said melodramatically raising his arms wide open.

"Ah. We better go." Harry said dragging Draco by the hand back to the Hospital wing. "If Madam Pomfrey finds we're out, she'll kill us!"

Draco didn't hear whatever Harry was babbling about, all that was on his mind at that point was how soft Harry's hand was on his as Harry squeezed him tight, running their way to the Hospital Wing. Draco had never been this close to him before. Though he hated to admit it, he enjoyed Harry's closeness and actually wanted to be even closer.

He never thought it'd feel like.. feel like.. He had this mushy gushy feeling inside and he felt blushing mad and .. and—

Suddenly bolting him from his thoughts, Draco tripped over a crack on the marble floor and fell in Harry's arms.

Harry felt warm and smelled like the aroma of fresh spring flowers. Draco was aware that they were silent for a moment, unmoving and silent…

When Draco looked up, Harry was staring down at him, his green eyes sparkling like the most precious emerald in the world.

"We better go," Harry said, breaking their gaze.

Draco stood up and brushed himself off. "Yeah, I guess so," He said quietly, quite sad the moment had to end so soon.

"But not before this…" Harry said turning back to Draco, slowly wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close that their faces were a millimeter away. Then it happened again for the third time as memories of that even in the train and the one in the library started seeping in Harry's mind. He remembered it clearly again and scenes flashed in his mind. When he had his big fight with Ron just because of Malfoy and their previous kisses. But it didn't matter anymore as Harry caressed Draco's face with the back of hands gently and took his lower lip in his in a gentle, sweet kiss.

Draco didn't care too that they were actually kissing in the middle of the fourth floor corridor near the Hospital Wing. He didn't; care if Madam Pomfrey or Snape would walk in on them, and take points away from their houses.

Because it felt nice and tingly inside with Harry's hand though his hair.

It felt right.

Felt wonderful.

But what about Ron? Harry heard a little voice in his head say.

It didn't matter now.

Harry was on the verge of feeling guilty but as Draco moaned beneath his lips, almost biting , all of Harry's doubts disappeared.

Suddenly nothing else seemed to matter.

All Harry could think about was how right and wonderful it felt.

Th guilt can come later…

A distance away, Ron Weasley watched in horror at the sight before him. He was supposed to visit Harry in the Hospital Wing and apologize but all was forgotten as tears rolled down his cheeks. Painful, hot tears, blurring his vision.

He bit his lower lip and was about to run back to the dorm until he tripped with a loud thud and Harry and Draco were bolted out of their kiss.

They were panting for air and Draco looked annoyed their kiss had to end so soon.

"Ron?" Harry said, almost surprised as he gazed at the redhead who had tears in his eyes…

A/n: Okay, I leave you here. I know I write stupidly. And I'm so sorry this is kind of short since, I made this in a rush-rush time cos I'm just sneaking it and I have to go to school that I didn't have the time to read this since I'm going to miss my bus and be late…... So uh.. PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE REVIEW!
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