Ah hello lovely people. I have discovered the way to get reviews. Don't update. But, I have an idea in my head. (Well really where else would it be, in my spleen?) So since I have this budding idea, I will have to write about it. This chapter will be the first romantic thing between Malfoy and Harry. So if you don't like it, then too damn bad. Oh and by the way, someone please tell me what a beta is, who is Blaise Zabini, and what is PoA?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, which is rather obvious, if I owned Harry Potter what would I be doing writing fan fiction?

Chapter 4

The Explanation

Harry looked at Malfoy, who was twitching and still not seated. His face was slightly flushed as he began his story.

"Well Potter, let me start with my relationship with Pansy, it's not that great. I'm only really with her to keep my father happy; there have been other girls (and boys thought Malfoy) I prefer over her,"

"I'm not a girl," Harry cut in. Malfoy blushed.

"I'm perfectly aware that you are not a girl. If you were, having dreams like that would just let me leave Pansy. Unfortunately, you are a boy, and straight I believe?" asked Malfoy. Harry thought it over. Since he broke up with Cho, he hadn't taken much romantic interest in anyone. Sure, he'd noticed good bodies here and there, not all of them female, but he'd been so wrapped up in Sirius' death, that he'd hardly noticed. Malfoy watched Harry thinking, a small smile crossing his pale face.

"Taking a while, aren't you Potter?" said Malfoy. Harry glared and blushed.

"I've had more important things on my mind," replied Harry, as Malfoy began taking off his robes, revealing how he had dressed, causing Harry a lump in his throat.

'Gods, if I am gay, which I doubt, I wouldn't like Malfoy,' thought Harry, the colour in his cheeks rising.

"Well Potter, the reason I had that dream still confuses me, but I can give you my theories if you want,"

"Let's hear them," Malfoy sighed, and finally sat down.

"One, I'm bored of Pansy and you were the first thing that came to my unsatisfied mind and body. Two, I'm subconsciously attracted to you. Three, I've lost my mind," Harry laughed.

"Lost your mind? Are you saying I'm not sexy?" Malfoy laughed as well, relief swelling inside him. If Potter could joke about this, he could relax a little. Harry looked Malfoy over; the sweater clung to him in all the right places, showing off his broad shoulders, 6 pack and muscular chest.

"Potter, do you mind if I ask a personal question?" Harry shook his head; they may as well clear all the air now, "are you straight?" Harry's eyes widened a little, and he stuttered a bit before giving his truthful answer.

"I'm not sure Malfoy, I mean since Sirius died," pain flashed through Harry's eyes, and Malfoy looked at him sadly. His father had told him everything about how Lestrange had done that. "Since he died, I haven't really had much time to think about girls or anything, but I'm really not sure, I've noticed things in the changing room..." he said trailing off. In his head, Malfoy grinned, only to remind himself that even if this dream was some bizarre way of telling him to get laid by men, it sure wasn't going to be Potter, even though he was so damn hot. Harry looked over at him.

"And you Malfoy?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I mean I haven't been attracted to girls lately, I just figured it was Pansy who made me feel this way. Though I'm sure I'm not gay,"

"Didn't you say there were girls you preferred earlier?"

"Well yes Potter, but I'd prefer female eels to Pansy,"

"Hmm, so much for growing on each other,"

"Ah but that's where you're wrong, Pansy has grown on me. The same way a fungus would," both boys burst out laughing at this, and Harry wiped his streaming eyes and looked serious.

"Malfoy, since we've cleared the air, do you think we could, you know, start again? Not be enemies?" asked Harry nervously.

"Me? Prince of Slytherin, be friends with Potter?"

"I never said friends; I mean not pouncing on each other at every opportunity."

"Pouncing on each other? You make it sound like we have sex in deserted corridors," Harry shot him a look.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Harry Potter," said Harry, extending his hand. Malfoy looked at it warily, before extending his.

"Good lord, are you really Harry Potter? Wait while I get my camera!"

"Not that bit,"

"Nice to meet you, my name is Draco Malfoy," Harry smiled and they shook hands.

"Well Draco," said Harry, causing Draco (I'm calling him what Harry calls him) to look at him for using his first name, "I guess we should be off to bed! Try not to have anymore of those dreams, they disturb us both." Draco smiled happily (although I didn't know you could smile unhappily, I suppose it's possible)

"Please Harry; I should know that the boy who lived is out of my reach," said Draco sarcastically.

"Oh I don't know Draco, the richest, most handsome and sought after wizard of this generation? You may be a worthy candidate," he replied with as much sarcasm in his voice.

'He's so cute when he's sarcastic. Ah forget it Malfoy, you fancy him, no use denying it. But it's Harry! So what you started over didn't you?' Draco shook his head.

"You know what the worst part of this whole dream is?" asked Harry, jokingly, noticing Draco wasn't replying, "I shagged the famous Draco Malfoy, and I didn't even get to experience it!" A mysterious look came into Draco's silver eyes.

"Well Harry, that can be arranged," he said as he leaned over to Harry, his face inches from Harry's. Harry looked shocked, and then realizing this was a joke, he leant forwards as well. Malfoy looked into Harry's eyes, they were still the brilliant green, but with a darker, more Slytherin quality to them. He found this attractive, and before he knew it, he had placed a soft kiss on Harry's lips. Then, he realized his mistake. But to his surprise (and delight) Harry kissed him back, he closed his eyes, and opened his mouth slightly. Draco took this as a sign, and ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, and a sigh escaped Harry's mouth. Harry moved his tongue against Draco's lips, searching for entrance. He received it immediately, and Draco began sucking on Harry's tongue. Harry's hands went to Draco's head (no not that one you sick people, joking) and put his fingers in the soft blonde locks, a smell of vanilla reaching his nostrils. Malfoy put his hand on Harry's waist and began undoing the button, when Harry pulled back so fast, he was lucky his tongue was still attached. He looked at Draco, his eyes still partially closed, his hand at his waistband, lips red from kissing, and he stood up and hurried towards the door.

"Harry?" questioned Draco, and Harry threw a look back at him, plainly saying this was not what he wanted. Harry left the room and Draco was left to deal with his arousal. (Wink wink nudge nudge) Harry in the meantime, went up to his dorms, cursing Draco, why did this arrogant (and sexy) boy have to have this effect on him? He wasn't gay. Maybe. He sat down on his bed. He wished again there was Sirius to help him, but he knew that wouldn't work. He needed someone... He sighed, not Dumbledore, maybe someone else gay. He searched his room franticly for a face that might be gay. He then remembered Seamus and Dean. Hmm, them or Hermione. He sighed, and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

By the way, I find this funny. The computer seems to think that saying "who am Blaise Zabini" makes sense. Oh well. So much for technology. Please review.