Harry was so vary mad at himself that he didn't even bother changing into his pajamas or do anything basically but lie on his bed and breathe. He tried not to think, because if he thought then he might think about how good that kiss was. It was his first real kiss. He didn't even know what to do, but Draco had guided him. He had actually enjoyed it; it was wonderful. "But it wasn't!" Harry screamed at himself. He had gone through with that dare in front of his friends, in front of his enemies, and WITH one of his most hated fiends.
He had been arguing with himself for hours by the time he had fallen asleep. He didn't want to fall asleep, in fear that he might dream about it, and not be able to control himself. But he had to sleep, tomorrow would be the first Quidditch match of the season: A match against Slytherin. He would get his chance to show Draco up once again.
Draco slammed the door and pressed his back against it wearing a huge grin. Their plan had work. He had kissed Harry Potter, he had FRENCHED Harry Potter! He knew that Harry had liked the kiss they shared. He could sense it. At first he was frightened because Harry wasn't doing anything, but soon he started to kiss him back; and oh what a wonderful feeling it was.
Draco too stayed up for hours. He imagined him self with Harry over and over. What would have happened if the party would have continued? If things hadn't gone sour? Maybe they would have played spin the bottle and the butter beer would have landed on he and then Harry would have to kiss him again!
Oh such sweet dreams he had that night, dreams he wished oh so much were to come true. But eventually it was time to get up. He got dressed and did his usual morning routine, then sat in the common room staring at the spot where he and Harry had kissed. Before he knew it Harry himself came out his room and actually sat on the same couch as Draco. (Granted it was on the far side, and not right next to him as Draco had wished.)
"Morning Potter." Draco said trying to sound nice, but then realized his mistake in using Harry's last name. Harry just nodded and started flipping through some books that were on the table in front of them. "What're yah looking for?" Draco asked sincerely. If Harry was looking for a spell, he could most likely help. But Harry just looked at him with the up most offense and snapped, "I don't needyour help Malfoy!"
Great, they were back to square one. Maybe Draco should have just told Harry how he felt. But how would he go about doing that? Harry would probably punch him, curse him, or tell the whole school that he was in love with the "boy who lived". "Don't make a fool of yourself Draco!" He told him self firmly and walked back into his bedroom.
Harry didn't want to yell at Draco like that, but he didn't get much sleep and he was nervous about the game. He really didn't want to talk about what had happened the night before, and decided to just go down to breakfast. He went back in his room to get his Fire Bolt and then came back out.
Draco too was leaving with his broom. Harry noticed that he now had a Fire Bolt X-Treme. He, Harry, would never replace his Fire Bolt ever. No matter how many newer, better brooms came out. He would just have to try harder to keep up with the opponents. He would never give up the present from his beloved, diseased God father.
He went down to the Great Hall and found the rest of his team mates sitting around the table eating emergently. Harry usually didn't eat before matches, but considering what a sleepless night he had had, he need something to carry him on. He nibbled a bit of toast and then swallowed his milk in one gulp.
"Hey, Capin', what's the plans for today?" Harry heard Ron ask him. Harry had been appointed Captain, and did a great job helping them at practices, but he wasn't about to make up useless plays and waist their time as Oliver Wood had done. "Just go out and play." Harry said somberly before getting up and walking to the changing chambers.
A whistle blew and then Harry heard Madame Hooch scream, "Okay, Captains shake hands." He looked up and spotted Harry. He still looked very tired, but his competiveness was taking over and boosting him. Draco moved towards Harry and soon their eyes met. Draco was lost in those emerald eyes until Harry lifted his hand and snapped Draco back to reality. He grasped his loves hand and shook in slightly. He didn't want to let go. He had never touched Harry's hand in his life. They were so soft and warm; the complete opposite of his own.
Soon Harry pulled his hand away, but not soon enough. It was already the longest hand shake Draco had ever hard. He could tell people around them could tell, but maybe they just though they were staring each other down because they were opponents. Even after their hands broke apart, they still continued to stare into each others eyes, until yet again Harry broke away and mounted his broom.
Draco did the same and soon they were off, flying around in the cool autumn breeze. Draco knew that he almost never spotted the snitch for at least twenty minutes, so for now he concentrated on Harry. He had never paid more attention to him in game before but just enough to tag him. Now he could see the concentration on Harry's face as he looked for the golden ball, and the ease that came with commanding his broom. He was a natural and excellent flyer. This just made Draco admire him even more.
Harry flew around happily in the air. Flying was just the thing he needed to lift his thoughts of the previous night, and totally wake him up. There was just one problem, today, every time he flew by Draco, he couldn't take his eyes off of him. If he got close enough he could see the small slits of Draco's sinister eye sockets that held those beautiful silver eyes.
He wanted to stay as far away from Draco as possible, but couldn't because then he might miss the snitch. So he just continued to circle the Quidditch pitch and try to play the game with out getting close enough to see those eyes. He didn't want to think about them, the way they looked when he broke their kiss, the way the looked when they were shaking hands.
He didn't want to feel this way, he kept hoping it would just blow over, but he wasn't so sure it ever would. Something did blow over, though: Time. Before he knew it, Harry had the snitch entwined in his finger tips and he was back on the ground surrounded by his cheering friends.
He had wont he game, so why did he feel so bad? He felt almost as bad as the one time he had ever lost a game. "No! Don't think about that, Harry." he reminded himself. Thinking about Cedric would just remind him more of his past, and death. He skipped the Gryffindor party and just went right back to his new home.
Draco was sitting on the floor playing a game of Exploding Snap with Blaise. Harry froze on the spot and stared down at Draco. He didn't want to gloat or anything, so he tried to sneak to his room, but Draco called out, "Good game, Potter... Harry." he finished quietly. How could Harry possible find something mean to retort with?
He walked over to them and sat in the chair behind Draco. He rested his broom on the arm of his seat, and then took off his dirty sneakers. "Thank you, you weren't so back yourself.... you know... besides for the not catching the snitch part." He stopped breathing until Draco laughed and then took a relieved sigh.
He watched their game for a while, and then Blaise left and Draco moved over to the couch. Harry didn't know why, but he got up and followed him. It was like his feet were acting on their own. He sat next to Draco, a lot closer than last time they had shared a couch, but not as close as the time in Dumbledore's office.
Draco was staring at the ground, in Harry's opinion it was like he was trying hard not to make Harry uncomfortable. But now, that the match was over, all Harry wanted to do was stare into Draco's eyes. He needed to get it out of his system, just find what was so intriguing about them, so he would never have to look at them again.
Draco looked up finally and Harry smiled at him. They sat there for quite a while just looking at each other. The clock ticked and tocked many time, when Harry finally broke away he saw that ten minutes had already passed. No matter how long it took, he was happy, fore now he had found what he was looking for.
Draco said nothing the whole time he and Harry were looking at each other. He didn't want Harry to look away or even blink. For the first time he so compassion in Harry's eyes, and it told him that Harry didn't completely hate his guts after all. Maybe, just maybe that could lead to something more!
He watched as Harry looked away, then turned back again. He looked kind of scared. "What did I do!?" Draco worried. Harry got up and started pacing the room. Draco stood up and followed him, then raced in front of him and cut him off. "Potter! Would you calm down? What's the matter?"
Harry looked up at him but avoided his eyes. "N-N-Nothing." Draco could see right through this obvious lie. He grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him back to the couch. He pulled him down next to him, very closely. "What do you see when you look in my eyes Harry?" Did he just say that? He couldn't believe it. But he didn't regret it, if something was bothering Harry, he wanted to help him.
"N-N-Nothing." Harry spoke again, "Just eyes!" Draco frowned at him and then Harry spoke again, "Okay, your eyes are kinda..." his voice faded out. "Kinda what?" Draco pushed on.
"pretty..."
"Why thank you, Potter." Draco said cheerfully and then winked at Harry to ease any tension. "Anything else?"
"Well..."
"Go on."
"Draco, are you... gay?"
"Now now, Harry, don't change the subject."
"Tell me and then I'll answer your question."
"I don't know, I guess I never thought about it. I just go along with my feelings... what ever they are..."
"Then what are they?"
"Hey, you said you'd answer my question!"
"So I lied, you've done that to me millions of times!"
"This is different Potter!"
They both knew that was true. All the times Draco had lied to Harry had been for jokes, tricks, and getting even. This... this was a heart to heart conversation between two people who were becoming friends... and hopefully for Draco, more.
After about a minute of odd silence, Harry figured he better say something. "Draco, did you enjoy our...kiss?" He had finally said it. Now all he had to do was brace himself for the answer, and more importantly brace him self for his response if Draco asked him the same question back.
"What do you think Potter?"
"Come on Draco, don't play mind games."
"Fine... of course I did." Draco smiled softly, "Did you?"
Harry was very happy with Draco's answer. The reassuring smile really helped, he knew Draco was being truthful. He had to figure out how to answer this. He did enjoy it, but that could have only been because he'd never made out with anyone before. -Oh course that's not why!- He recalled the depths of Draco's eyes, the feeling he had. That feeling was indescribable and unmistakable. Love.
"Yes, Draco, not at first. But then... something happened and yeah... I enjoyed it."
"Good, now answer my first question. What do you see when you look into my eyes?"
Draco blushed and smiled. Harry liked the kiss they shared. More than that... he sat and listened to Harry pour out his heart. He described the details of the feeling that he receives every time he looks into Draco's eyes. It was much like the feeling Draco had when he first set eyes on Harry that year on the first day of school.
He was about to overflow with joy. He couldn't believe all of the things coming from the Golden Boy's mouth. He described how angry he was at him self, how distracted he was at the game, and how nervous he was right now. Draco explained everything thing to Harry. How he suddenly started fancying him on the first day of school. He described how he too beat himself up over it, and how he learned to cope with it. He told Harry about the conversation with Blaise, and the plan at the party.
When he was done, they both started laughing uncontrollably. Draco fell on the floor in tears. When he jumped back on the couch, Harry was closer than ever. He was so relieved to get everything out, and Harry seemed to be too. Form then on, they were very comfortable with each other, like they had been friends all their lives. Draco asked Harry to tell him all his brave stories of saving the world, and Harry was really too shy to, but eventually gave in. They sat for hours talking about their lives and losses.
Draco was very surprised to hear how bad Harry was treated at home, and how everyone treated him like he was a little baby who should be sheltered from the world. Draco made many impersonations of his father and his "How to be a Malfoy" rules. They laughed about them until it was time for Dinner. They had completely forgotten about lunch, and decided to just skip the next meal also.
Harry told Draco about Sirius and why he died. He even ended up crying. Draco had never seen Harry cry before, and he didn't think anyone ever has. He put his arm around his new friend for comfort. Soon Harry looked up at him with sparkling wet emerald eyes and mouthed "Thank you." He then completed the embrace and wrapped his arms around Draco.
It was the happiest day of Draco's pathetic life. Harry was touching him again, and this time he could actually feel the love penetrating from their bodies and intertwining. He rested his chin on the top of Harry's head and felt his soft messy hair tickle him. Harry looked up again with eyes that were now dry, but still as beautiful as ever. Eyes that finally looked happy. Draco watched as Harry sat up straight and leaned in towards him. They sat kissing and cuddling all night and eventually fell asleep on the couch together.
A/N: Whoa...my longer chappy ever! I actually have two reviews! Yay! I have fans! Anyway... I'm really stressed out about my honors history work due in nine days that I didn't even start because I just got the papers yesterday! So I don't know when I can get the next chappy up, but I'm gonna try! Likey, no likey? Thanx for your reviews!
He had been arguing with himself for hours by the time he had fallen asleep. He didn't want to fall asleep, in fear that he might dream about it, and not be able to control himself. But he had to sleep, tomorrow would be the first Quidditch match of the season: A match against Slytherin. He would get his chance to show Draco up once again.
Draco slammed the door and pressed his back against it wearing a huge grin. Their plan had work. He had kissed Harry Potter, he had FRENCHED Harry Potter! He knew that Harry had liked the kiss they shared. He could sense it. At first he was frightened because Harry wasn't doing anything, but soon he started to kiss him back; and oh what a wonderful feeling it was.
Draco too stayed up for hours. He imagined him self with Harry over and over. What would have happened if the party would have continued? If things hadn't gone sour? Maybe they would have played spin the bottle and the butter beer would have landed on he and then Harry would have to kiss him again!
Oh such sweet dreams he had that night, dreams he wished oh so much were to come true. But eventually it was time to get up. He got dressed and did his usual morning routine, then sat in the common room staring at the spot where he and Harry had kissed. Before he knew it Harry himself came out his room and actually sat on the same couch as Draco. (Granted it was on the far side, and not right next to him as Draco had wished.)
"Morning Potter." Draco said trying to sound nice, but then realized his mistake in using Harry's last name. Harry just nodded and started flipping through some books that were on the table in front of them. "What're yah looking for?" Draco asked sincerely. If Harry was looking for a spell, he could most likely help. But Harry just looked at him with the up most offense and snapped, "I don't needyour help Malfoy!"
Great, they were back to square one. Maybe Draco should have just told Harry how he felt. But how would he go about doing that? Harry would probably punch him, curse him, or tell the whole school that he was in love with the "boy who lived". "Don't make a fool of yourself Draco!" He told him self firmly and walked back into his bedroom.
Harry didn't want to yell at Draco like that, but he didn't get much sleep and he was nervous about the game. He really didn't want to talk about what had happened the night before, and decided to just go down to breakfast. He went back in his room to get his Fire Bolt and then came back out.
Draco too was leaving with his broom. Harry noticed that he now had a Fire Bolt X-Treme. He, Harry, would never replace his Fire Bolt ever. No matter how many newer, better brooms came out. He would just have to try harder to keep up with the opponents. He would never give up the present from his beloved, diseased God father.
He went down to the Great Hall and found the rest of his team mates sitting around the table eating emergently. Harry usually didn't eat before matches, but considering what a sleepless night he had had, he need something to carry him on. He nibbled a bit of toast and then swallowed his milk in one gulp.
"Hey, Capin', what's the plans for today?" Harry heard Ron ask him. Harry had been appointed Captain, and did a great job helping them at practices, but he wasn't about to make up useless plays and waist their time as Oliver Wood had done. "Just go out and play." Harry said somberly before getting up and walking to the changing chambers.
A whistle blew and then Harry heard Madame Hooch scream, "Okay, Captains shake hands." He looked up and spotted Harry. He still looked very tired, but his competiveness was taking over and boosting him. Draco moved towards Harry and soon their eyes met. Draco was lost in those emerald eyes until Harry lifted his hand and snapped Draco back to reality. He grasped his loves hand and shook in slightly. He didn't want to let go. He had never touched Harry's hand in his life. They were so soft and warm; the complete opposite of his own.
Soon Harry pulled his hand away, but not soon enough. It was already the longest hand shake Draco had ever hard. He could tell people around them could tell, but maybe they just though they were staring each other down because they were opponents. Even after their hands broke apart, they still continued to stare into each others eyes, until yet again Harry broke away and mounted his broom.
Draco did the same and soon they were off, flying around in the cool autumn breeze. Draco knew that he almost never spotted the snitch for at least twenty minutes, so for now he concentrated on Harry. He had never paid more attention to him in game before but just enough to tag him. Now he could see the concentration on Harry's face as he looked for the golden ball, and the ease that came with commanding his broom. He was a natural and excellent flyer. This just made Draco admire him even more.
Harry flew around happily in the air. Flying was just the thing he needed to lift his thoughts of the previous night, and totally wake him up. There was just one problem, today, every time he flew by Draco, he couldn't take his eyes off of him. If he got close enough he could see the small slits of Draco's sinister eye sockets that held those beautiful silver eyes.
He wanted to stay as far away from Draco as possible, but couldn't because then he might miss the snitch. So he just continued to circle the Quidditch pitch and try to play the game with out getting close enough to see those eyes. He didn't want to think about them, the way they looked when he broke their kiss, the way the looked when they were shaking hands.
He didn't want to feel this way, he kept hoping it would just blow over, but he wasn't so sure it ever would. Something did blow over, though: Time. Before he knew it, Harry had the snitch entwined in his finger tips and he was back on the ground surrounded by his cheering friends.
He had wont he game, so why did he feel so bad? He felt almost as bad as the one time he had ever lost a game. "No! Don't think about that, Harry." he reminded himself. Thinking about Cedric would just remind him more of his past, and death. He skipped the Gryffindor party and just went right back to his new home.
Draco was sitting on the floor playing a game of Exploding Snap with Blaise. Harry froze on the spot and stared down at Draco. He didn't want to gloat or anything, so he tried to sneak to his room, but Draco called out, "Good game, Potter... Harry." he finished quietly. How could Harry possible find something mean to retort with?
He walked over to them and sat in the chair behind Draco. He rested his broom on the arm of his seat, and then took off his dirty sneakers. "Thank you, you weren't so back yourself.... you know... besides for the not catching the snitch part." He stopped breathing until Draco laughed and then took a relieved sigh.
He watched their game for a while, and then Blaise left and Draco moved over to the couch. Harry didn't know why, but he got up and followed him. It was like his feet were acting on their own. He sat next to Draco, a lot closer than last time they had shared a couch, but not as close as the time in Dumbledore's office.
Draco was staring at the ground, in Harry's opinion it was like he was trying hard not to make Harry uncomfortable. But now, that the match was over, all Harry wanted to do was stare into Draco's eyes. He needed to get it out of his system, just find what was so intriguing about them, so he would never have to look at them again.
Draco looked up finally and Harry smiled at him. They sat there for quite a while just looking at each other. The clock ticked and tocked many time, when Harry finally broke away he saw that ten minutes had already passed. No matter how long it took, he was happy, fore now he had found what he was looking for.
Draco said nothing the whole time he and Harry were looking at each other. He didn't want Harry to look away or even blink. For the first time he so compassion in Harry's eyes, and it told him that Harry didn't completely hate his guts after all. Maybe, just maybe that could lead to something more!
He watched as Harry looked away, then turned back again. He looked kind of scared. "What did I do!?" Draco worried. Harry got up and started pacing the room. Draco stood up and followed him, then raced in front of him and cut him off. "Potter! Would you calm down? What's the matter?"
Harry looked up at him but avoided his eyes. "N-N-Nothing." Draco could see right through this obvious lie. He grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him back to the couch. He pulled him down next to him, very closely. "What do you see when you look in my eyes Harry?" Did he just say that? He couldn't believe it. But he didn't regret it, if something was bothering Harry, he wanted to help him.
"N-N-Nothing." Harry spoke again, "Just eyes!" Draco frowned at him and then Harry spoke again, "Okay, your eyes are kinda..." his voice faded out. "Kinda what?" Draco pushed on.
"pretty..."
"Why thank you, Potter." Draco said cheerfully and then winked at Harry to ease any tension. "Anything else?"
"Well..."
"Go on."
"Draco, are you... gay?"
"Now now, Harry, don't change the subject."
"Tell me and then I'll answer your question."
"I don't know, I guess I never thought about it. I just go along with my feelings... what ever they are..."
"Then what are they?"
"Hey, you said you'd answer my question!"
"So I lied, you've done that to me millions of times!"
"This is different Potter!"
They both knew that was true. All the times Draco had lied to Harry had been for jokes, tricks, and getting even. This... this was a heart to heart conversation between two people who were becoming friends... and hopefully for Draco, more.
After about a minute of odd silence, Harry figured he better say something. "Draco, did you enjoy our...kiss?" He had finally said it. Now all he had to do was brace himself for the answer, and more importantly brace him self for his response if Draco asked him the same question back.
"What do you think Potter?"
"Come on Draco, don't play mind games."
"Fine... of course I did." Draco smiled softly, "Did you?"
Harry was very happy with Draco's answer. The reassuring smile really helped, he knew Draco was being truthful. He had to figure out how to answer this. He did enjoy it, but that could have only been because he'd never made out with anyone before. -Oh course that's not why!- He recalled the depths of Draco's eyes, the feeling he had. That feeling was indescribable and unmistakable. Love.
"Yes, Draco, not at first. But then... something happened and yeah... I enjoyed it."
"Good, now answer my first question. What do you see when you look into my eyes?"
Draco blushed and smiled. Harry liked the kiss they shared. More than that... he sat and listened to Harry pour out his heart. He described the details of the feeling that he receives every time he looks into Draco's eyes. It was much like the feeling Draco had when he first set eyes on Harry that year on the first day of school.
He was about to overflow with joy. He couldn't believe all of the things coming from the Golden Boy's mouth. He described how angry he was at him self, how distracted he was at the game, and how nervous he was right now. Draco explained everything thing to Harry. How he suddenly started fancying him on the first day of school. He described how he too beat himself up over it, and how he learned to cope with it. He told Harry about the conversation with Blaise, and the plan at the party.
When he was done, they both started laughing uncontrollably. Draco fell on the floor in tears. When he jumped back on the couch, Harry was closer than ever. He was so relieved to get everything out, and Harry seemed to be too. Form then on, they were very comfortable with each other, like they had been friends all their lives. Draco asked Harry to tell him all his brave stories of saving the world, and Harry was really too shy to, but eventually gave in. They sat for hours talking about their lives and losses.
Draco was very surprised to hear how bad Harry was treated at home, and how everyone treated him like he was a little baby who should be sheltered from the world. Draco made many impersonations of his father and his "How to be a Malfoy" rules. They laughed about them until it was time for Dinner. They had completely forgotten about lunch, and decided to just skip the next meal also.
Harry told Draco about Sirius and why he died. He even ended up crying. Draco had never seen Harry cry before, and he didn't think anyone ever has. He put his arm around his new friend for comfort. Soon Harry looked up at him with sparkling wet emerald eyes and mouthed "Thank you." He then completed the embrace and wrapped his arms around Draco.
It was the happiest day of Draco's pathetic life. Harry was touching him again, and this time he could actually feel the love penetrating from their bodies and intertwining. He rested his chin on the top of Harry's head and felt his soft messy hair tickle him. Harry looked up again with eyes that were now dry, but still as beautiful as ever. Eyes that finally looked happy. Draco watched as Harry sat up straight and leaned in towards him. They sat kissing and cuddling all night and eventually fell asleep on the couch together.
A/N: Whoa...my longer chappy ever! I actually have two reviews! Yay! I have fans! Anyway... I'm really stressed out about my honors history work due in nine days that I didn't even start because I just got the papers yesterday! So I don't know when I can get the next chappy up, but I'm gonna try! Likey, no likey? Thanx for your reviews!