Warning: There is some boy/boy snogging in this chapter so if it bothers you get out!

A/N:I have nothing of importance to say except: The pineapple stalks at midnight!

Disclaimer: *sulks* none of it's mine, alright!.

Draco stirred in his bed working out the details of the seduction. He wasn't exactly a flowers and candy sort of person, and even if he had been Harry wouldn't accept a quill from him, much less a bouquet. He was more of a confuse-the-hell-out-of-someone and-then-seduce-them sort of person. Christmas break was coming up and he could always tell his father he was staying in an attempt to improve his dwindling grades. If he was lucky, Granger and the Weasel would go home for Christmas and he would have Harry all to himself.

He wasn't worried about the sleeping with Harry part. After all, Potter was kind of cute, in an angelic sort of way. After he managed to sleep with him they could carry on for a few weeks and then he could find some public way to announce their relationship, a way that his father would never be able to cover up.

The next day Draco set his plan in motion. He left the hall early after breakfast and managed to ditch Crabbe and Goyle by ducking into a dark classroom and hiding in a corner. They walked in and squinted stupidly into the darkness, searching for Draco's shadowed form. When that didn't work they shrugged their shoulders and continued walking down the hall.

Draco waited for Harry in an alcove near the Gryffindor area of the school where he was sure to pass on his way back from breakfast. He stood in the shadows watching the students pass by. When he finally he spotted Harry coming down the hall with Granger and the Weasel the halls were nearly deserted. He listened as their voices grew louder and footsteps nearer. Harry had just come into Draco's line of sight when he stopped and turned around.

"Oh Damn!" Harry's hands suddenly patted his robes. "I left my wand in the Hall. You guys go ahead, I'll meet you in the common room"

They nodded and headed down the corridor. Draco smiled calculatingly. This was a perfect opportunity to mess with Potter's mind. He stepped out in front of Potter, a smirk still lining his face.

"Malfoy!" Harry jumped, his eyes wary, "What's-"

Draco slammed Harry into the wall. "Hello Harry," he whispered. "I just wanted to wish you good luck at the next quiddich match. That broomstick of yours should make it an easy victory"

He raised his arm and caressed Harry's cheek. Harry jerked back and he blinked at Draco, eyes wide and curious. He didn't seem frightened, merely wary. A faint scowl flickered over Draco's features. He moved even closer to Harry, hoping to intimidate him and raised his arm again. Harry's mouth opened slightly and Draco felt Harry's breath flutter against his lips. His was suddenly flooded with an impulse to capture Harry's breath that overcame all his self-discipline.

Draco leaned forward and covered Harry's mouth with his own. His tongue dipped into Harry's open mouth. Harry just stood there, too amazed to do anything but dumbly accept Draco's lips against his. When Harry failed to respond Draco growled and began to suck on Harry's slack lips. A groan rose from Harry's throat and he began to participate hesitantly. He allowed himself to explore Draco's mouth and was surprised to find he could taste breakfast on Draco's tongue. His hands wound around Draco's head pulling him against him. Draco reached under Harry's robes and molded his hands to Harry's skin, gliding over every line of his waist and back.

Harry mind was a confused whirl of voices. One was saying that this was wrong, and urged him to break away, run to his room and lock the door. Another was too submerged in the intense pleasure Draco's lips and hands were giving him to think anything other than "more." A third voice, this one louder than the other two, was screaming that he was in desperate need of air. Harry felt his lungs begin to burn and broke away from Draco, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His mind cleared a little, and the enormity of what just happened smacked him hard on the back of the head. He had just kissed a boy. A boy he hated. And he liked it. No, loved it. Holy Fuck.

"What was that?" he rasped.

" I…I…don't know." Draco replied, looking just as frightened as Harry did.

His plan had definitely not included making out with Potter this early. He hadn't expected to be really attracted to Potter, just enough to get the job done, but this had destroyed all the carefully built layers of self- control he'd developed over the years. It was unacceptable. If Harry hadn't broken away, he might have had his way with him in the corridor. Draco stepped back, afraid of the passion he had awakened. Draco fought for composure and managed to hitch his mouth into its usual sneer.

"I suppose I just wanted to see if the Boy-Wonder was really a wonder at everything."

It was lame and not up to his usual standards, but his thoughts were still too muddled to come up with an adequate retort. Harry opened his mouth to reply and Draco found his eyes hopelessly drawn to Harry's swollen lips. How he wanted to feel them on his mouth again. With a jerk he turned away and ran down the corridor, tossing his dignity away, concerned only with putting distance between himself and the insanity he had created.

Harry watched Draco bolt down the hallway and felt his legs give out. He slid down the wall and leaned his head back, trying to figure out what had just happened. Was he gay? He had certainly enjoyed Draco's kisses more then the few awkward moments he'd shared with girls. But that didn't mean he was gay. And just because the image of Draco flushed and aroused after he'd pulled away from him made him feel hot and tingly didn't mean that either.

But hadn't he'd always felt like he'd been missing something when Ron had talked about girls? And there had been that strange fascination he'd had with Oliver Wood back in third year that he'd always thought of as pure admiration. But in the locker room when he saw Oliver changing…All right, so he was possibly gay, but if he was why did he have to be attracted to Malfoy? Why couldn't have it been someone like Ron, who he could trust? Unfortunately, Ron, though cute in a boyish way was too close of a friend for him to think of sexually.

And furthermore, why had Draco kissed him? He remembered the odd look Draco had given him the other day and was sure that this had something to do with it. Was this a new torture that he'd decided to inflict on him? He didn't think so, somehow. The surprise on Draco's face had been too genuine to be part of a carefully constructed prank. He had been just as shaken by the encounter as Harry. Harry still thought he was planning something, however. He just wasn't sure what. He sat there gazing blankly at the wall in front of him until students' approaching footsteps woke him from his inner turmoil. He pulled himself up and on shaky legs walked back to the Great Hall to retrieve his wand, hardly aware of his surroundings.