Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this story, JKR does.

A/N: SLASH! If you don't like slash, particularly HP/DM slash, then save yourself the time and energy of not reading this story!

A Simple Twist

I shouldn't be here. This is bad. I need to turn around and go back to my dorm, to my bed, and back to sleep, but I can't. I have to know. Draco thought as he walked ever so silently through the hallways and up to Gryffindor Tower. He'd been up there before, but never at night, and never was he as nervous as he was now. The steps creaked slightly, making him aware of the ominous feeling of the castle at 2:30 in the morning. Please let me get to the Tower without getting caught. PLEASE! He prayed as he turned the last corner and walked towards the picture of the Fat Lady. His feet stopped abruptly as the portrait hole swung open and Harry Potter walked out. He stopped dead at the sudden glimpse of Draco standing in the hallway.

"Draco? What are you doing here?" Harry asked casting a glance behind both boys' shoulders.

"I was coming to see you actually. I needed to ask you a question. Can I ask you a question?" Draco was aware of how stupid he must sound, but just looked at Harry innocently.

"Not here. We have to get out of the hallway before Snape gets here. I saw you coming on the map and as I glanced again I saw Snape patrolling the hallways. Come on!" Harry grabbed the front of Draco's billowing black robe and pulled him through the portrait hole. Draco and Harry sat on a leather couch in the Gryffindor common room and were both silent for a while. Draco was the first to break the nervous air that had filled the room. His voice sounded ten times louder then it truly was.

"Can I ask you the question now?" He asked looking into Harry's brilliantly emerald eyes.

"Go ahead," Harry let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding.

"Why did you stop?" Draco suddenly dropped his gaze to the carpet and began internally scolding himself for his stupidity.

"Stop what Draco?" Harry took Draco's chin in his palm, making Draco look into his eyes. He tried to find the answers within the gray depths that were Draco's eyes. He saw fear and something else that he couldn't place. Was it guilt? No of course not, Harry knew what guilt looked like. A sudden thought occurred to him… Is it… LOVE? No, of course it's not love. Are you crazy? This is Draco Malfoy we are talking about here. It was just a kiss and we were drunk… STOP! Harry commanded himself to stop reliving the blissful kiss that him and Draco had shared a week before.

"Why did you stop hating me?" Draco looked as if he were about to overflow with emotions. He liked the feelings that were awakened that night, that wonderful night. The night that kept his mind occupied during classes and mealtimes. He couldn't concentrate on anything but he liked the new feelings that were enveloping his mind.

"I… umm…" Harry was at a loss for words. He wanted to say "I still do, " but he knew that that wasn't true.

Harry sat and thought for what seemed like ages, traces of emotion flicking across his face as his mind raced to find the answer to Draco's question. Draco sat patiently and watched Harry's face. He hadn't realized the flames from the fire until a moment when the light flashed across Harry's face, exposing his eyes in a red and orange dance. Draco smile inwardly at the beauty that was Harry Potter, but then realized the thoughts that were now seeping once again into his brain.

"Harry?" Draco's voice had lifted Harry out of his dream- like state and Harry suddenly looked up. His face looked void of any emotion, but Draco shifted his attention to Harry's eyes and he saw everything that he was trying to figure out. "Harry, you don't have to answer that. I just needed to say it. I should go now," Draco started to rise from the couch, but Harry's fingers clasped around his wrist.

"Shhh… I think someone's coming! Get down!" Harry pulled Draco down on top of him as he listened for footsteps to come down the stairs. The soft padding came and Harry was horror- stricken.

"Quick, kiss me!" Harry mumbled into Draco's ear.

"What?!" Draco whispered.

"Just do it, or I will!" Harry said urgently. "Please!"

Draco lowered himself down until he was about an inch from Harry's lips. "Yes sir," he whispered seductively as he moved the last inch and crushed Harry's lips under his own. Harry moaned into his mouth as their tongues met. The kiss was deep and didn't end until both boys were out of breath. Harry pushed at Draco's chest to implicate his need for air. Draco stopped sucking on Harry's lower lip with a small groan of disappointment. Harry inhaled in deeply, trying to catch his breath. Harry looked at Draco and then gently forced him to sit back up. The person who had come downstairs had evidently seen the two kissing madly and went back to bed, not wanting to intrude.

"Did you like that Harry?" Draco smirked.

"What do you think?" Harry's cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

"I want you to tell me Harry. Did you like that? If you didn't, I could definitely try again," Draco leaned down and gently spoke into Harry's ear. "I could do other things that you might like to, Harry."

Harry closed his eyes; trying to escape from the torture that Draco was putting him through. His aching cock was pressed tightly against Draco's upper thigh and he knew that Draco was well aware of this new development. "Please stop, Draco!" Harry muttered so quietly that Draco could barely hear it.

"You don't like being this close to me?" He rubbed his leg gently across the hardness in Harry's pajama pants. "Why do you want me to stop Harry?"

Harry pushed him away and sat up abruptly. "We are in the common room! If you want to do anything, at least do it in the confines of my bedroom, you… you…" Harry couldn't finish his sentence because he now felt the warmth of Draco's hand on his stomach, heading down, and down. Harry put his own hand on top on Draco's and rubbed the top of it. "Upstairs, NOW!"

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Harry's eyes opened slowly and he looked at the strands of blonde hair strewn across his chest. He smiled as he remembered what had happened the night before. Draco's soft, steady breathing was the only noise in the room, which made Harry feel very peaceful. He softly kissed the top of Draco's head hoping that the simple gesture wouldn't wake him. Draco stirred as Harry's lips brushed across his hair, but he did not wake, just hugged a little tighter around Harry's waist and pulled himself closer.

Harry lay unmoving for what seemed like ages just thinking of everything that had happened to him in the last few months since school had started, new lessons, getting his own bedroom, Quidditch. His mind soon drifted, once again, to the night of the party, the day when he had first become aware of the effects of alcohol. The terrible hangover that he had experienced the morning after had taught him of how much he hated drinking. He suddenly remembered kissing Draco, the sweet taste of his tongue as it explored the inside of Harry's mouth. Before now, Harry hadn't realized his true feelings about Draco. He hadn't hated him, but… loved him? No, that can't be right. Can it? Am I in love with Draco Malfoy? My sworn enemy since the day on the Hogwarts Express? No, love isn't what I'm feeling, but then… what is it? Harry groaned and shut his eyes. Only when he felt the faint touches of fingertips tracing the curves of his muscular chest did he open them again.

"Harry! You… uhh… your awake?" Draco mumbled.

"Yes, Draco. I am awake. Did you think I was sleeping?" Harry smiled at the guilty look on Draco's face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think you were awake so I just started to touch your chest and… and then you opened your eyes… and… I'm sorry Harry. I wont do it again, I promise!" Draco removed his hand from Harry's body and hid his face, embarrassed.

Harry couldn't help himself and started to laugh. Draco looked up at him in surprise. Harry took Draco's hand and placed it back where he had been stroking. "You can touch whatever you want, Draco because whatever you were doing felt wonderful!" At that, he pulled Draco into a kiss. Draco pulled away first. His hand had started caressing Harry's upper body without really noticing it.

"Harry?" Draco whispered.

"Hmm?" Harry muttered between partially opened lips.

"I like this," Draco said.

"You like what?" Harry asked, shutting his eyes and breathing in Draco's scent.

"Lying here, with you. It's… umm… oh crap I don't know… it feels… right," Draco murmured.

"Me to Draco, me to," Harry felt himself drifting back to sleep. He and Draco and been to caught up in each others every movement to notice the door open and a tall, gangly redhead walk in.

"WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Ron cried.