Chapter 2

Harry winced and backed away from Malfoy's finger. " You don't need to taunt me. I just wanted to ask if I heard right."

"And, did you?" Malfoy smirked and let his hand fall to his lap. His fingers tingled were he had touched Harry. He stretched his long legs out until they brushed against Harry's and the shorter boy flinched at the touch. "Did you understand, that I'm no longer your enemy, that I'm now Voldemort's enemy, too? You mustn't fear anymore that I would fight against you."

Harry bit his lip uncertainly. Slowly he moved his legs away from Malfoy's-or he tried. With a grin the blond Slytherin snaked his ankles around Harry's and pinned them successful to his until Harry couldn't move them anymore.

"So, now you can't run away when we talk." Malfoy said with a smug tone in his voice, leaning back into his seat so far he could. "Don't hesitate to ask me what you want. I'm sure you have a lot of questions. "

Harry frowned. He moved his eyes from his captured legs to Malfoy's eyes and back to the entangled limps. "Yes, I have a Question: Why have you done this?"

"Ah, good question. And an easy answer. I did it because I wanted to do it and because I wanted to touch you." Malfoy grinned at Harry's puzzled expression. "I see you didn't understand it. It's soo easy." He reached a hand out and brushed his fingers again over the lightning bolt scar. "I did it because it feels good to touch you. Do you realise that your skin is very soft?"

Harry eyes became heavy. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be touched. He sighed. But it felt so good. These cool fingers on his scar. Soothing him. Calming the pain.

Harry's eyes shot open. Disbelieving he stared at the Slytherin before him who touched him- who erased the pain that plagued him now for so long. The pain that he had tried to erase for so long.

"What is it, Potter?" Malfoy asked. "You look shocked all of a sudden." He let out a quiet snort. "Don't tell me you dislike it to be touched. Everyone wants to be touched. And I'm sure your muggle relatives don't touch you."

Harry swallowed. That was right. The Dursley only touched him to hurt him. But...

"It's not that." He managed to say hoarsely. "It's my scar." Harry swallowed again, before he reached up to capture Malfoy's hand with his own. But instead of pushing it away he pressed it slightly against his forehead. "My scar. It hasn't stopped hurting since... since I met with Voldemort. There has been always a light, but constant pain in it, but now..." Harry let out a quiet chuckle. Surely his next words would amuse the Slytherin. But he felt the need to speak them. He couldn't hold them back "I've tried everything to get rid of the pain... but I hadn't tried to let it be touched by a Slytherin."

Silence.

Harry kept silence, too, his eyes closed, still holding Malfoy's hand against his scar. He wished he mustn't, he wished he wasn't so.

/I can't believe that this is really happening. I'm sitting here in the Hogwarts Express with Draco Malfoy and instead of arguing with him, I press his hand against my scar. This must be a dream./

Maybe it was.

Maybe...he would wake up every moment in his room by the Dursleys, still waiting for the end of the holidays and still full of guilt because of Cedrics death. And soon his Uncle would call for him to make breakfast for him, Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley, who had become even fatter in his fourth year in Smeltings. Now Aunt Petunia had to sew his school uniforms herself.

Yes, maybe this was a dream..

Harry inhaled deeply, only to let the air out again with a sigh.

...but not very likely.

He...he could smell Malfoy. With every breath he inhaled some of his soft scent. A mixture of several fragrances tingling his nose: a little bit of lemon, stronger the scent of herbs just like in the Potions Class, a whiff of a light perfume and...

Harry smiled and inhaled another time. Gingerbread. Malfoy smelled also of gingerbread, soft and comforting.

Like Christmas.

And when Harry was true to himself... he could sit here the whole day and take in this scent with every breath he took.

Malfoy moved.

Harry felt his hand been dragged out of his grip and he found himself opening the mouth to protest, as instantly the pain returned to his scar. Not as strong as before, but...if he had the choice between light pain and Malfoy's touch... he must admit that he would prefer the touch. But he didn't even get a word out of his mouth, before Malfoy leaned suddenly forward and...

Harry gasped as Malfoy's lips brushed over his scar, gentle, tender, erasing the pain again..

Malfoy was kissing him!

/What the hell.../

Harry backed away. That...that was just too much.

Malfoy kissing...

In one swift motion Malfoy captured his face with his hands, without even bothered to look up, without stopping to kiss the torned skin. Harry felt his body starting to tremble. Soft tremors that raced trough his body. He couldn't believe this was happening.
What was that for an odd day?
First, he received an owl from Dumbledore who ordered him to go immediately to London, where the Hogwarts Express was waiting for him to bring him back to school. And that days before the school even started. Not that Harry didn't want to leave the Dursleys as soon as possible, but it was odd. Then his archenemy showed up, smug and arrogant as ever, speaking from how he was Voldemort's enemy, too.

And now named enemy was acting like their where best friends-more then best friends. Harry was quite sure that just friends shouldn't kiss. Not like this. Something was defiantly wrong.

"Malfoy." Harry began, squirming to get away from the Slytherin. "Malfoy, stop that."

"I didn't knew that your scar could hurt you," Malfoy mumbled, ignoring his plea. "I thought you were just acting to get more attention. Does it hurt now?"

Harry felt a fierce blush creeping up his body.

"No."

It didn't hurt. The only thing he felt was the soft lips.

/Damn./

Malfoy removed his lips from his forehead, though he still held Harry's face in his hands, gazing down into his wide eyes. Harry's blush wandered up his cheeks. He was sure that his face was now as red as Ron's hair.

He swallowed. "I don't know what's happening here", he whispered, as Malfoy didn't speak a word, just continued to look at him. He tried to ignore Malfoy's hands on his face, but it was hard. Their were so warm and gentle.

No, no, he shouldn't think that. The person who held his face was Malfoy.

The person who had kissed his scar earlier was Malfoy.

He should push him away.

He...

Harry groaned slightly and turned his eyes away from Malfoy's silver ones. He could imagine that his friend Ron would throw himself on Malfoy, trying to punch all wits out of the blond Slytherin without hesitation, when he where with him on this train.

"I don't believe this."

This must be a dream.

"This is no dream, Potter, this is reality." Malfoy smirked. "And before we continue to jump from one subject to another, let me answer a few questions that I'm sure you have. So: Yes, it's really true that I'm now Voldemort's enemy and no, I will not tell you now why. That I will do another day. And yes,"Malfoy continued with a brighter smirk, that was nearly a grin, "I know that I must first gain your trust. For you I'm still the typical Slytherin, who wants nothing more than to join Voldemort as soon as possible. But I'm sure that I can do that."

Harry snorted a bit. That was so typical.

"You're confident as ever, Malfoy. Are you really sure you've changed?"

"Oh, I haven't changed a bit, Potter. I've only changed my mind whom I should follow and what I want." Malfoy lowered one hand and brushed it gently over Harry's mouth.

"Do you know what I want, Harry?" He whispered huskily.

Harry bit his lip." What..."

He tried to swallow, but it was impossible to get past the thick lump in is neck.

"W-what do you mean, Malfoy?" He stuttered, cursing his trembling voice. "I don't know what you mean."

Oh, he knew exactly what the Slytherin meant. But he couldn't believe it.

This was Malfoy.

He stared at Malfoy's face that was just a few inches away from his. He searched for a hint, for anything that told him that this was just a joke from the Slytherin, just a way to pay him back the curses he had hit Malfoy with at the end of the fourth year.

But all he saw was a friendly twinkle in these silver-grey eyes, mingled with something else that he couldn't quite explain.

Oh, this shouldn't happen.

Not with Malfoy, of all people.

Harry shuddered as hot breath touched his face. His breath...it was warm...it smelled so much more like him...

/No./

Harry groaned silently and raised his head to look into Malfoy's eyes. "I don't know what's happening. I don't know why it happens."

He didn't know anything anymore.

Malfoy smiled and Harry shuddered again.

"Maybe I should show you then what I mean." Malfoy breathed a last time softly on Harry's quivering mouth, before he leaned forward...

Harry flinched and let out a muffled whimper as Malfoy's mouth descended upon his. His lips were so warm and soft, gentle in their doing, as he moved them slowly over Harry's.

It felt so good, better than anything Harry had felt before. He was torn between the wish to push Malfoy away from him and the desire to let the kiss continue. A low moan escaped his throat as Malfoy brushed his tongue shortly over his trembling lips. He felt his hands jerk, rising to touch Malfoy, to embrace him. Malfoy raised his head a bit, using just one hand and Harry's own hands betrayed him, as they came up and tangled themselves into Malfoy's robes.

Hesitantly he started to kiss back.

Draco groaned as he felt Harry's lips move with his own and he needed all his self-control to hold himself back and to bush the Gryffindor not back and ravish him here and now. No matter how sweet this thought was. But he had other things to do.

Draco smirked and captured Harry's upper lips shortly with his teeth, enjoying the low moan that escaped the other boy at this action. That would come later.

Slowly he let his one hand glide down Harry's body, down his neck, over the collarbone and the breast, while he continued to sweep his lips over Harry's.

How he wished he could let his mouth follow his hand. Taste this soft skin.

But first...

Gentle Draco slipped his hand under Harry's shirt. The black haired boy squeaked slightly and sucked his belly in by this unexpected touch. Draco smiled and moved his fingers feather like over the soft skin, enjoying the slight heat that radiated from it...

His fingers played with the boy's bellybutton.

Yes, he couldn't await it.

Silently he began to murmur into Harry's mouth.

/Merlin, I hope Ron and Hermione will never know this./

Harry couldn't help but to moan, as Malfoy's hand roamed over his stomach. He had never thought that it could feel so good, just to be touched by someone. Malfoy's hand was so hot on his skin, so...

/Oh, Merlin, it feels so good.../

A short, sharp pain tore through his stomach.

"Ouch!" With a yelp Harry turned his head away from Malfoy's mouth, out of his hold. "What...?."

He blinked some tears away and looked down on his stomach. But all he saw was his brown shirt and Malfoy's hand under it, lying there where the pain had been

"What have you done?" Harry asked, still breathless from the kiss.

In a hurry he lifted his shirt and pushed Malfoy's hand away, to look what he had done. But all he saw was his unhurt skin, pale as ever.

Malfoy smirked." I've done nothing that should bother you." He untangled his legs from Harry's and stood up. Slowly he stretched, just like a cat.

A very satisfied cat.

"It was fun talking to you, Potter."

/Talking/ Harry thought, still slightly blushing.

"You call that talking, Malfoy!"

Malfoy's smirked turned into a bright grin. "Ah, we've moved our mouth, didn't we!"

Harry's blush reached new heights. "You still haven't told me where the sudden pain came from. You must have something to do with it."

"Not yet, Potter." Malfoy hook his head and stride to the door of the compartment. "We will soon arrive Hogwarts and I want to sleep a bit before that."

"Bastard!" Harry yelled and looked around for something he could throw at the Slytherin.

"No, I'm a Malfoy."

Malfoy winked at Harry and slipped out the door, seconds before a book hit the door with a loud bang.

Draco smirked." How sweet." He murmured, before he strolled back to his compartment, his mind by the kiss they had shared.