A/N: It's me again and my pathetic story. Just enjoy and oh, please review! Happy Christmas too! The disclaimer is in the first page.

Mixed Emotions:

Draco was stunned to the alluring words that came out of Harry's mouth. Did I just hear that from Potter? The meek, stupid guy who wishes to snap my head off? As they parted to Madam Hooch's arrival, they still kept this basilisk-like eye contact with each other, with hopeful wishes that time was so much longer.

That night, Harry tossed and turned in bed. He couldn't sleep with all the thoughts that blocked his brain, preventing him from thinking straight. He propped himself up on one elbow and gathered his thoughts. What exactly happened today? What stupid thought has entered my nutshell? Why am I letting Malfoy treat me this way? He just couldn't believe it. The humiliation, the thought of kissing your bestfriend, and even worse his rival! Malfoy, the haughty, cocky brat who doesn't have anything sensible to say, just hurtled over and snogged him. Harry then thought of the kiss…the warmth, the sensation. Everything filled his mind. He then dozed off, his head stuffed with all the entities that confused his world.

Darkness faded and the sunlight was soon creeping through the thick velvet curtains of the boys' dormitory. The warmth of the light touched Harry's face, awakening him. He did his daily routines and then strode off with Ron and Hermione to the Great Hall,unprepared for the things ahead of him. As they came for breakfast, the news of Harry and Draco's snogging session has spread to all the fifth years, thank you. (A/N-they have this special talent of keeping news only to the batch) Even Draco was bothered with all the giggles and murmurs following him like hell. His companions Crabbe and Goyle still walked with him though. The two knew the consequences of leaving Draco, including the fact that he was the son of the aristocratic Lucius Malfoy.

Harry too of course was bothered by the stares of the fifth-years. Just plain rudeness or disgust. Don't they have anything else to do? Can't they just pry their noses to some other stuff? Harry was feeling intimidated inside, he just had a very good way of hiding it. "You see Harry, just standing beside Draco for a second can get you in a humongous conspiracy," Hermione pointed out. "I'm really sorry you had to do it with Draco, Harry", Ron shyly muttered, seeming to have a bit of a sparkle in his eyes. Ron then bit his lower lip and looked away.

What was that all about? Did he actually enjoy our kiss? Hermione and Ron's statement just didn't mitigate his situation. Ron just even augmented his confusion. That's probably nothing. I better just ignore it. Might have been misinterpretation….but am I really sorry that I had to do it with Draco?

The students in Harry's Transfiguration class were extra early, wanting to catch up on the latest gossip about the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. Draco too was already seated snugly in place. As the trio stepped inside the classroom, the students suddenly burst into soft giggles, looking back and forth at Harry, Ron and Draco.

Draco raised his head to see what the noise was all about. He then curled his lip as he noticed that the person he was waiting for has finally entered class. He then sprang from his seat and blocked the trio's path. He stood in a very poised manner, with his flowing black robe and slick blonde hair that Harry thought was beautiful. He folded his arms and sneered as usual. "If it isn't Tweedledum, Tweedledumber, and fish lips," Draco jeered in a very sarcastic manner.

"What is your problem Malfoy? Would you at least be kind enough to let us pass?" Harry replied to the Slytherin, looking at him straight in the eye.

"My problem? As far as I know I have none. How about you Potter? Having trouble with your sexuality?" Malfoy retorted making Harry and Ron both flush red. They were too embarrassed to speak. It was as if Draco had just cut off their tongues. Good thing Hermione was there. What are friends for?

"Well Draco, isn't it that you also kissed Harry? Doesn't that make you a freaking homosexual?" Hermione answered back, defending her speechless friends.

Draco immediately turned his head to Hermione's direction and gave her a sharp, icy stare. It caught everyone creating a chill down their spine. No one would ever dare mess up with Draco now. It was enough to silence the room. Creating a cold, tense atmosphere. Draco had to admit that he was caught off guard with the female's question.

"Well, it was my pleasure to make Potter a fool in front of you all. Yes, yes, I know you all witnessed how Potter kissed me…"

Me?! Kiss you!?!

"I indeed regret committing that mistake, but don't you think you owe me something just to see Harry on fire?" said Draco, implying the blame on Harry. He hated saying such harsh words to him but this was needed for him to retain his composure and substantial reputation.

"Well blimey Draco! It was you who..." Harry attempted to defend himself, but all his efforts were lost for it was set to everyone's mind that Harry indeed was the antagonist.

Why bother arguing over this? Draco is powerful, influential, a stupid brat, a brainwasher…a Slytherin.

A lump formed in Harry's throat. He felt like crying but instead held his tears back. Jerk. He felt he was being held captive in some frozen nightmare.

The sound of Prof. Mc Gonagall's clattering footsteps rang the air between the two. Draco then scrambled to his seat, letting the three pass.

Neither Harry nor Draco was able to concentrate through Transfiguration. They were both contemplating on their fight a while ago, wondering how could one say such harsh words.

As darkness enveloped the vast sky, Harry again couldn't put himself to sleep. He kept contemplating to all the confusion suppressing him. Harry hated Draco for being such a total jerk. He couldn't dare show his face to all the fifth-years anymore. And then the thought of his kiss with Ron came to haunt him again. He turned to glance at Ron who was already sound asleep.

Why is this so enigmatic? The kiss with Draco- so deep, so passionate, so sweet, so pleasurable. The fight with Draco - the torment, the humiliation, the harshness and pain, the confusion.

Why had Draco given me the kiss I would cherish forever? He knew there was something mutual between them. Not the fact that they hated each other, but why had they snogged that way?

Bloody hell. Just thinking of these things more hurt Harry's head…and heart.

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Harry was pleased that he only had to deal with the fifth-years' torments. He was able to handle it and eventually got used to them.

He had just finished Quidditch practice and it was practically dark. He was walking alone in the corridor, pretty exhausted and weary, when suddenly he noticed an undistinguishable outline ahead of him. He went straightforward and then came to a halt. The silver light of the moon beamed through the window, allowing him to see who was behind the strange figure.

Harry's sweat trickled down his face. Waiting for him in the empty corridor was Draco Malfoy.

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