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The next morning, Draco couldn't help but see the Potter Boy differently. He watched him laugh and joke with his Godforsaken friends, and couldn't help the jealousy that swelled within him. He consoled himself by thinking about what Harry had said the night before. I'll bet not even the Mudblood knows half of what he told me... His heart nearly stopped in his chest as Harry's eyes caught his. The swirling green was like a dark jungle that he could get lost in so easily.

How had he fallen so hard?

He was the most popular boy in school, he had girls and boys alike lusting after him, he had money, he had power....

But he didn't have Potter.

He watched the Boy Who Lived eat his food slowly. How could that boy remain so... normal? If he had been put under HALF the stress Harry had, Draco would have killed himself a long time ago. What made this boy so.... strong? So brilliant? So perfect? Those looks weren't even close to ugly, even with the glasses. He was cunning enough to seduce a Malfoy, a family whose men were known for seduction. And the body... you could have a heart attack just looking at it.

Draco quickly slipped out the Great Hall, skipping Breakfast. Too much Potter on the brain could mean trouble.

Draco decided to go back to the Owlry and see Persephone. She greeted him with a squawk and he petted her to calm her. He felt her calm down, and made a mental note to try to keep her from being so skittish. After a few moments, he heard footsteps behind him.

"You missed breakfast, Malfoy." Draco turned around to see Potter leaning against the doorframe, smirk on his face. "I'm skipping today, so I decided to find out what would make a Malfoy skip a meal."

Malfoy quirked an eyebrow. "Is that your 'Question of the Day'?"

Harry laughed. "Could be."

The two looked at each other for a long time. Each taking in the others appearance. After the night before, each looked different some how. Like something was happening that made Draco feel... well, it made him FEEL. He wasn't supposed to feel. He knew this had to be big.

"Well, I just came to see my Persephone. You know, you really shouldn't be skipping classes, Potter, you really need the lessons." Draco was suddenly very nervous with Harry around.

Harry laughed. Then smirked. "I've Wingardiumed enough to know it's swish and flick."

That smirk again. It seemed to make Harry look more confident. More in control. That was what the Malfoy Smirk did for Draco. He wanted his smirk back.

"Well, I thought I might bring you up some toast and butter since you missed breakfast. But I guess you don't- OOMPH!" Harry was slammed against the wall, hard.

"You stole my smirk again, Potter. I really wish you'd stop doing that." He said, his own smirk plain on his face.

Potter's smirk only widened. "So, take it back." he said. He pulled the blonde Slytherin close to his body, feeling the warmth radiating from the others'. Running his fingers down the boys' sides, he felt the shiver of pleasure that coursed through Malfoy's body. Pulling him closer, Harry ran his hand up Malfoy's shirt. The cold fingers grazing his skin caused Malfoy to gasp. He mimicked Harry's actions up and down the raven-haired boy's back, which caused him to both emit a soft moan, and pull their bodies closer. Green eyes met grey, both swirling with the heat of arousal. Malfoy's hoarse voice cracked the silence.

"I haven't been able to simply dismiss everything you said to me last night. How can you remain so strong?"

Harry spoke, his voice also hoarser than usual.

"I don't know. After last night.... you never left my mind. You listened... you understood. The rules have changed, Malfoy... The Game has changed."

They simply stood there. Afraid of what they felt. Afraid to get any closer, but also afraid to let go. Afraid to say something, but too nervous to stay silent. Afraid to break the moment of simply holding each other, feeling the heat from their close bodies. Staring at each other with more than just lust.

"Shit, Malfoy..." Harry whispered, almost afraid to speak. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

Malfoy smirked at the green-eyed boy before him. "I guess we'll find out as we go along..." They reluctantly let go of each other, and with one last glance, Harry walked out of the Owlry.

Draco felt cold without Harry's arms. Harry... he smirked. The game really has changed....