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~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Three- Confrontation (Harry's POV)
"Where were you last night?" Hermione asked. "We stayed up until twelve waiting. And why do you have those marks on your face? I told you to stay out of fight. You almost always end up getting caught some how."
"Calm down, Hermione," I warned. "Actually, I got into a fight with Malfoy." I chose to do some selective answering and not let on that we actually kissed also and he ran, which made me really self-conscious, by the way. Was I really that bad of a kisser?
"Who won?" Ron asked excitedly.
"Ron! Who cares who won? If they had been caught fighting that late at night they would have most likely been expelled."
"No one won, Ron," I answered. After almost six years of listening to Hermione's constant worries we had learned to tune her out.
"How could you not win? I was counting on you to take Malfoy down." ~I will take him down in due time...~
"He will not take Malfoy down! Harry is smarter than that and he knows he'll get in trouble," Hermione said quickly.
"Don't worry, Ron. I intend on winning next time," I said confidently.
"There had better not be a next time, Harry Potter!" Hermione screamed.
Just then, Malfoy walked into the Great Hall. It was like one of those magical moments that you see in the movies where every thing fades away except Malfoy. He was pure perfection. His clothes were breath taking. I could see every curve of his body.
Before I realized what I was doing, I dragged him out into a deserted corridor.
He glared at me. "What the hell was that for?" he asked, but the look in his eyes were not of anger, rather a new emotion that was alien to Malfoy... some thing I couldn't quite place.
"I don't know." I blushed.
"Well, next time you haul me away from breakfast, you had better have a good excuse." He turned on his heel to leave for the Great Hall. I reached out to stop him.
"What do you want, Potter?" he asked almost desperately.
"I wanted to talk about last night," I said lamely.
"What is there to talk about?"
"Why did you kiss me?" I have no shame in admitting that at that very moment I was scared. More so than I have ever been around Malfoy. I was scared that he still hated me.
He smirked. "It was convenient." My whole world came tumbling down... So he only kissed me because I was there and he was a horny teenager. I tried like hell to hate him, but failed miserably. This time is was me who tried to get away.
"Wait!" he called out. I stopped and turned to tell him to fuck off, but couldn't due to the fact that there were lips attached to my own. I began to kiss him back, but then remembered that I was still mad at him and pulled away.
"Was that convenient too?" I shouted.
"No."
I stared at him stupidly. "What?"
"I like you, Potter. I wanted to kiss you."
Joy overtook me, and I found myself kissing him. Once again our tongues were dueling. A feeling of complete bliss filled my body. I forgot about anything and everything. All that mattered was that he never let me go. But sadly enough, he did. He pulled away and smiled, not smirked, smiled.
"I like you too, Malfoy."
"You can call me Draco now."
I smiled and kissed him again. There will never be a time when I grow tired of kissing Draco.
"Will you be my secret boyfriend, Harry?"
"Secret?" I frowned. I knew this was too good to be true.
"Father will kill me when he finds out that I'm gay let alone dating his lord's arch nemesis. I think I'd like him to find out later rather than sooner." Somehow I didn't think that He was joking when he said that Lucious would kill him.
"Sure," I smiled," I'll be your secret boyfriend."
"Perfect." He looked down at his watch. "We'd better go back to breakfast or our friends might come looking for us."
"Okay," I replied. I don't think I was capable of saying anything else at that point.
We walked towards the entrance to the Great Hall hand in hand. When we got there we separated ourselves to a respectable distance and walked inside. Ron and Hermione stared at me as I sat back down in my seat.
"Did you finish kicking his ass, Harry?" asked Ron giddily.
"Geez Ron, you saw Malfoy come in. Did he look bloodied up to you?" said Hermione.
"No," replied Ron. "What did you do to him, Harry?" Ron asked, probably hoping I cursed Draco.
"Dra-Malfoy and I just talked."
"Why would you want to talk to that git?" Hermione asked, obviously missing my slip up.
"What I do in my own time is none of your business," ~Or who I do.~ "Why can't you guys let me run my own life for once? I'm sick and tired of you guys telling me what to do!"
"Don't you dare talk to us like that, Harry! Ron and I only want what's best for you. Ever since Sirius died you kept putting up walls, blocking all your emotions. We have struggled to stay apart of your life. Obviously we have already lost you," she sighed. "If you decide to open up, you know where to find us. Come on Ron, let's go."
They got up and left me to sit alone, bewildered at the table. My eyes wandered over to the Slytherins. My gaze was met by comforting silver eyes.
~At least one person understands me.~
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A/N: Well, this is where my other story ends, but I assure you that this one will not. Hope you guys like it. I'm open to any suggestions you all have.
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Just then, I heard a gasp. We immediately broke apart and looked towards the empty portrait frame. Weasley and Granger stood, jaws dropped, in the entrance.
~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Three- Confrontation (Harry's POV)
"Where were you last night?" Hermione asked. "We stayed up until twelve waiting. And why do you have those marks on your face? I told you to stay out of fight. You almost always end up getting caught some how."
"Calm down, Hermione," I warned. "Actually, I got into a fight with Malfoy." I chose to do some selective answering and not let on that we actually kissed also and he ran, which made me really self-conscious, by the way. Was I really that bad of a kisser?
"Who won?" Ron asked excitedly.
"Ron! Who cares who won? If they had been caught fighting that late at night they would have most likely been expelled."
"No one won, Ron," I answered. After almost six years of listening to Hermione's constant worries we had learned to tune her out.
"How could you not win? I was counting on you to take Malfoy down." ~I will take him down in due time...~
"He will not take Malfoy down! Harry is smarter than that and he knows he'll get in trouble," Hermione said quickly.
"Don't worry, Ron. I intend on winning next time," I said confidently.
"There had better not be a next time, Harry Potter!" Hermione screamed.
Just then, Malfoy walked into the Great Hall. It was like one of those magical moments that you see in the movies where every thing fades away except Malfoy. He was pure perfection. His clothes were breath taking. I could see every curve of his body.
Before I realized what I was doing, I dragged him out into a deserted corridor.
He glared at me. "What the hell was that for?" he asked, but the look in his eyes were not of anger, rather a new emotion that was alien to Malfoy... some thing I couldn't quite place.
"I don't know." I blushed.
"Well, next time you haul me away from breakfast, you had better have a good excuse." He turned on his heel to leave for the Great Hall. I reached out to stop him.
"What do you want, Potter?" he asked almost desperately.
"I wanted to talk about last night," I said lamely.
"What is there to talk about?"
"Why did you kiss me?" I have no shame in admitting that at that very moment I was scared. More so than I have ever been around Malfoy. I was scared that he still hated me.
He smirked. "It was convenient." My whole world came tumbling down... So he only kissed me because I was there and he was a horny teenager. I tried like hell to hate him, but failed miserably. This time is was me who tried to get away.
"Wait!" he called out. I stopped and turned to tell him to fuck off, but couldn't due to the fact that there were lips attached to my own. I began to kiss him back, but then remembered that I was still mad at him and pulled away.
"Was that convenient too?" I shouted.
"No."
I stared at him stupidly. "What?"
"I like you, Potter. I wanted to kiss you."
Joy overtook me, and I found myself kissing him. Once again our tongues were dueling. A feeling of complete bliss filled my body. I forgot about anything and everything. All that mattered was that he never let me go. But sadly enough, he did. He pulled away and smiled, not smirked, smiled.
"I like you too, Malfoy."
"You can call me Draco now."
I smiled and kissed him again. There will never be a time when I grow tired of kissing Draco.
"Will you be my secret boyfriend, Harry?"
"Secret?" I frowned. I knew this was too good to be true.
"Father will kill me when he finds out that I'm gay let alone dating his lord's arch nemesis. I think I'd like him to find out later rather than sooner." Somehow I didn't think that He was joking when he said that Lucious would kill him.
"Sure," I smiled," I'll be your secret boyfriend."
"Perfect." He looked down at his watch. "We'd better go back to breakfast or our friends might come looking for us."
"Okay," I replied. I don't think I was capable of saying anything else at that point.
We walked towards the entrance to the Great Hall hand in hand. When we got there we separated ourselves to a respectable distance and walked inside. Ron and Hermione stared at me as I sat back down in my seat.
"Did you finish kicking his ass, Harry?" asked Ron giddily.
"Geez Ron, you saw Malfoy come in. Did he look bloodied up to you?" said Hermione.
"No," replied Ron. "What did you do to him, Harry?" Ron asked, probably hoping I cursed Draco.
"Dra-Malfoy and I just talked."
"Why would you want to talk to that git?" Hermione asked, obviously missing my slip up.
"What I do in my own time is none of your business," ~Or who I do.~ "Why can't you guys let me run my own life for once? I'm sick and tired of you guys telling me what to do!"
"Don't you dare talk to us like that, Harry! Ron and I only want what's best for you. Ever since Sirius died you kept putting up walls, blocking all your emotions. We have struggled to stay apart of your life. Obviously we have already lost you," she sighed. "If you decide to open up, you know where to find us. Come on Ron, let's go."
They got up and left me to sit alone, bewildered at the table. My eyes wandered over to the Slytherins. My gaze was met by comforting silver eyes.
~At least one person understands me.~
~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Well, this is where my other story ends, but I assure you that this one will not. Hope you guys like it. I'm open to any suggestions you all have.
**PREVIEW**
Just then, I heard a gasp. We immediately broke apart and looked towards the empty portrait frame. Weasley and Granger stood, jaws dropped, in the entrance.