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chapter 5- Snog-o-rama

Draco stared into the mirror. A blond boy of 13 stared back at him, a wistful look in his young, gray eyes. He sighed and a small smile threatened to break free as he began toying with the silvery-blond strands of hair on his forehead.

Last night had been lovely. Potter andhe had actually *kissed*! Well, accidental or not, Draco did not care as long as it was a brushing of lips and skin.

What the hell am I thinking??!?!

I'm 13 years old for God's sake! Potter's a.. ANOTHER guy! I can't be feeling such.. such horrid feelings!! NO! A Malfoy does not blush.. he doesn't.. NO-

"What's that on your face, Malfoy?"

Draco rolled his eyes and snapped at that voice. "Please leave me for dead? I'm kind of busy right now-?"
He glared at the other occupant of the room who sauntered over to him, leaning his elbows on the mirror.

Blaise Zabini snickered and placed a finger on Draco's pale cheek. ".Hey. You have a zit."

Draco's eyes widened. "WHAAAATT?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!"

He checked his reflection; a small raw, pink bump formed on his left cheek. He caressed it miserably with his index finger. "No..No..!!! Argh! I'll kill that bloody, HARRY POTTER!"

Blaise looked amused as well as annoyed. He chuckled and snorted, arms crossed in front of his chest. "You know what that means, don't you?" He challeneged the Malfoy.

Draco look horror-stricken. He cocked his head in a stiff attempt to look at Blaise. "Uh..No-?"

"My dear young Malfoy, you are in love." Blaise laughed at this as Draco cradled his cheek and frowned fetchingly. Damn these hormones.
"And.. May I ask who the lucky girl is..?" (The Author-? *lol*)

Draco glared at him. No it's not a girl. "I have to.." He faltered quickly then stormed out of the room. "Tell Crabbe not to eat the chocolates mother sent me, alright? I have some important business to attend to."

Blaise shrugged lazily as he dropped into Draco's bed. "Sure," he drawled.

***

"Aren't you.. a little worried, Harry?" Ron asked for the umpteenth time as Harry, Hermione and Ron admired the lazily swimming squid (isn't it always the squid?) padding in the murky waters of the lake.

Harry sighed. "On the contrary, Ron. I'm not a touch, worried." He cast Hermione a long-suffering look, Hermione's face contorting in sympathy. "Look, if Sirius Black is out to get me, then, I guess I'd just have to face him like I do Voldemort."

Ron and Hermion gasped at him.

"Okay, fine!" Harry raised his hands in surrender. " 'The dark lord'. " He gestured with his two fingers to emphasize.
"However, sometimes it worries me though. I mean, Black is a murderer after all. I'd rather Volde-the dark lord *ahem* kill me than a mad murderer because that'd be a lot less bloody, if you know what I mean."

Hermione and Ron gaped at him. Ron spoke up incredulously. "Have you gone mad, Harry?" He coughed. "I'm sorry I thought I heard you say you'd rather be killed by *shudder* the dark lord than to be murdered by Black."

Harry laughed. "I was kidding. Either way, I'd still die anyway." He shrugged nonchalantly. "At least I'd join my parents, right?"

Hermione frowned. "Harry, that's not it. "She placed a hand on his arm, a forlorn look casting shadows on her beautiful feautures. "Death is much more than you think. It's not this easy thing to grasp. I've read in a book once-"

Ron groaned. "Oh, brother!"

Hermione glared. "Anyway as I was saying here-"

"Potter."

They all looked up simultaneously and Ron and Hermione both glared at the Slytherin standing over them.
However their friend seemed a little too preoccupied at the moment, after last night's fiasco. He ravished having Malfoy's soft, aristocratic lips on his, though for a moment's brush merely, it still was bliss.

Malfoy's hair reached his chin and his gray eyes sparkled calmy, withholding this certain look of superiority that only he could carry. He looked down at them, his pale features tensed as he eyed them all one by one, and then as he gazed down upon Harry, his eyes softened.

There was a slight smile on his thin lips. Harry's heart beat rapidly. He must've missed what his nemesis had said because his lips were moving silently, well at least to Harry.

"Harry?" Hermione asked at the boy who almost drooled over at Draco. "Harry, are you okaY?!"

Draco's brow quirked. "Potter, as much as I'd love to sit and have tea, I'd rather not stay and watch you salivating over the Mudblood there."

Hermione blushed and cradled bothe her cheeks whereas Ron stood up and readied himself to punch Malfoy.

"No!" Harry found himself saying, standing in front of Ron, arms stretched to shield the blond ferret(?), oops, PoA right? Uhm.. blond nemesis from Ron. "Harry?"

"Potter-?" Draco felt his pre-teen heart fluttering. He's standing so close!!!

"Uhh.. yeah, Malfoy.." He turned to look at the other boy, looking down at his feet.
"You want to have a word with me? Uhm, uhh.."

Hermione and Ron were watching. Oh well, might as well hold his hand and take the chance.

He dragged the other boy at a distance, Hermione and Ron staring dumbly after them.

"Harry's acting very... strange recently." Ron observed. " Don't you think it's because of Black?"
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Harry was panting and he steadied himself, hands on his knees. He looked up and peered through his glasses and watched in awe as Draco raked his slender fingers through his blond hair, looking quite...attractive..

He sighed and pacified his heavy breathing and glared at Harry, at least tried to as the other boy was waling over to him now, bringing up a hand to his cheek. "You're so.. pretty, Malfoy."

Draco almost fainted. "..What?!" He cried out, secretly savoring the feeling of Harry's hand on his cheek.

Then, Harry frowned. "..You have a.. pimple?" He yanked his hand away. "What the hell did you do?"

"Well, Potter." He spat the name shamefully. "Blaise Zabini says that if one is in love.. a pimple sprouts out of one's skin."

Harry was smiling widely, no grinning from ear to ear. "So, what does that mean, Draco?"

Draco frowned. "I dunno.. Hey! Hey! STOP THAT! DON'T TOUCH IT!" He pushed Harry away. "Don't call me Draco and don't ever touch me again or I'll make sure my father finds out!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, it's your name, isn't it?" He sighed. "Whatever, look. It's your fault anyway. If you haven't told Flint and Wood that we were dating, then, heck I'd live the rest of my life peacefully. I mean, my life is nothing short of normal I know, what with Voldemort and Black wanting my death, but, the least I need right now is something else to complicate things the way they are, get it?"

"No." Draco glowered darkly at him. "Frankly I don't. Here's you, trying to tell me not to complicate things when let's face it Potter, I merely saved your ass out there! *IF* you hadn't been so nosey as to sneak a peek at your captain's humble sex life, dragging me into your mess when I came innocently bystanding, we would not be experiencing such torment on both parts-"

"Can I.. can I kiss you?"

Draco's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"You talk too much, you know that, Malfoy? Just this.. this once let me-"

Draco walked over to him and numbly nodded, his arms snaking up Harry's shoulder blades and around his neck. "Potter, I'm not an expert in kissing so pardon me for my-"

"Malfoy?"

"What?"

"Shut up."

Draco rolled his eyes.

Harry braced himself as he wrapped his arms around the other boy's slender waist, shutting his eyes. He had never felt anything like that before. He was a growing teen after all, but fancying another boy and MALFOY of all people, was allot different from his perception of hormonal changes. Draco waited patiently, eyes shut as he stood there, wrapped in Harry's arms, his heart missing random beats as the other boy leaned in close, lips hovering above his.

Harry did not know how to kiss at all and he was worried it might be messy and gross if he tried slipping in a tongue, since my dear slash fans, he was only 13! He settled for an affectionate, sweet kiss on the thin lips.

It stayed there, like that, for a long.. *LONG* moment, both boys not wanting to break free.

"Dbray-kpho?" Harry asked underneath Draco's lips. "Uhm.. I thphink wphe can stop nphow."

Draco pulled away, blushing. "Po-Harry, I.. I don't know what to say, really. I'm merely 13 years of age-"

"Aren't we both?"

Draco snorted, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck tighter. "I'm confused, and in a away I know that what *this* thing is, is wrong.. but it.. feels so right."

Harry hugged him tighter. "Yeah, I'm spooked out too."

Draco rested his chin against Harry's shoulder blade. "I don't want anyone to know this either.." He sighed mournfully. "Or my father will kill me."

"Drac?"

"Hmm?" Harry smelled so good.

"I think I'm infatuated with you."

"I think I like you."

"Can we snog again?"

"Sure."

"Draco?"

Muffled, "What?!"

"Do something with your pimple, okay?"

"Fine."

20 feet away, Padfoot watched in amazement. "Damn, he followed after his father, didn't he?" he asked Lupin who had already passed out. "James had had a relationship with Lucius didn't he, Moony? Didn't-"
He stared down at him. "Damn."

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