Disclaimer: I own me, and that's about it. I don't think anyone would want to own me, as I'm loud during the night, I whine when I don't get what I want, and I eat a lot because I'm a growing girl. Please, don't sue me. And remember, I don't claim to be a good writer, I just like my own writing.
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After snapping Hermione into the Mystical Mirror Place, Roxy turned to Harry and Draco, grinning in a way that made them both extremely nervous.
"This round is the final round, as you both know. Not only is it the final round, it's a very special round."
Both boys nodded, too afraid to ask what she meant.
"Now, instead of the usual, or even what we did in the last round, you two are playing yourselves."
Both boys let out a relieved breath.
"You two are going to be in a shonen ai fanfic, containing only you two."
"Eep!" they both squeaked at once.
"It has to be at least orange flavored, but I'd appreciate some lime. If you two are feeling... frisky, then it can even be lemon!"
"But... Him... Me..." Harry stumbled over words.
"No! Please! Noooo!" Draco whined.
"Yes!" she said impatiently, snapping once.
Harry sighed as he sat down on his bed. It was Christmas break, and he way the only Gryffindor staying. Ron's dad had received an ample severance package when he quit the ministry and they had enough money to take their entire family on a small trip. Hermione was visiting China with her parents.
"I'll bring you both back souvenirs!" he could still recall her saying. "Oriental magic sounds so exciting!"
After reading 'Flying with the Cannons' for the third time in one week, he gave up and walked down to the Great Hall, realizing it was almost time for the Christmas Feast. As he exited the portrait hole, he was greeted by the sight of Draco leaning against a wall as though waiting.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Potter demanded.
"I... Never mind..." Malfoy sounded disappointed as he turned to walk away.
"No! Tell me!" he replied, in a slightly gentler tone.
"I... I don't know who else to tell. Last night... I had a dream."
"What was it about?" the dark-haired boy asked in mistrusting curiosity.
"I... You were in it," the pale-haired boy whispered softly, looking away as though determined not to meet his eyes.
"What... What did I do?" he was faltering slightly, surprised and confused by his rival's behavior.
"We... well, we... er..." the Slytherin was searching for a good way to put things.
"Spit it out," the Gryffindor said flatly.
With the look on his face as though this all hurt him deeply, Draco simply said "We kissed."
Harry doubled over slightly with laughter. "Very funny joke!"
"It wasn't a joke!" the silver-haired boy said, his eyes closed and his fists clenched in a mixture of anger and frustration.
He shook his head and ran from Hogwarts' celebrity. His green eyes simply stared after him in confusion, and he found himself blushing as he stared at his rival's backside.
Malfoy entered the empty Slytherin Common Room and sat down in a chair in the corner. For how long, he didn't know, he thought bitter things, replaying his dream in his mind over and over again.
He was snapped out of his reveries by a knock on the wall. Wiping away the tears he had only just found out were there, the opened the portrait hole, to find a pair of bright green eyes staring at him from behind glasses.
"Oh. It's you," he said, the bitterness in his voice obvious.
"You were... serious?" the confused boy his age asked.
"Yes, I was!"
"But... This isn't like you. You would've kept it to yourself, wouldn't you? Don't you hate me?"
"I... don't."
"What?"
"I don't hate you!"
Harry climbed in through the hole at this turn of the conversation.
"You don't hate me? Then why...?"
"You're so stupid! You can't even realize that I love you, can you?!" Draco screamed at him, before realizing what he had said. "I... I..."
The two Seekers stared at each other for a moment.
"I'm... sorry," the Slytherin whispered under his breath.
"No... Don't be."
He looked up at Harry. "What?"
"I'm sorry. For being such a jerk."
"It's my fault. Really..."
The awkward silence between them was deafening. Neither knew what to do, so they sat down. An idea struck Harry so suddenly that he acted before he even thought about it. He leaned over and kissed the other boy, his eyes closed.
Draco blinked, then closed his eyes and kissed back. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, they parted.
"Now neither of us has to be sorry," said the dark-haired boy, smiling cheerfully.
Roxy was hopping up and down, squealing, her fluffy bunny tail flouncing.
"Ka! Wa! Ii! Kawaii! Adorable! Sugoi! Sweet! Cute! Wai!"
"Know what," began Harry.
"That wasn't..?" Draco looked a little hopeful.
"So bad," the star finished, agreeing.
The author's eyes began large and sparkly. Remus and Sirius appeared next to her.
"Our little Harry is growing up!" Lupin sobbed into Black's arm.
"KAWAIIIIIIIII!" the girl squealed again.
"So," the green-eyed boy began.
"Which one of us," continued his new friend.
"Is out?"
"Drackie-poo, I don't hate you anymore now, but you're out."
"YAY!" Malfoy exclaimed.
The Frog Demon continued to hop around excitedly, squealing.
This isn't over yet!