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Draco

'30 minutes. Then I have to meet Potter. I have to sort this…thing out!' Draco was pacing back and forth in his private rooms awaiting the inevitable.

'I can not let him think that it meant anything! I have to make him understand that it was a mistake…that it meant nothing. But what if he refuses to accept that? What if he does something stupid? Oh what do I care! So long as he leaves me alone, and never mentions it again, I'll be happy. Why the hell did I kiss back? What's wrong with me! Weasley must have hit my head or something. '

Draco wrapped his arms around his thin frame, and sighed. He remembered what it was like in Potters arms. How warm it was, how comforting it was. Draco was not focusing on the sexual aspect of what had happened. Only on the warmth and the feeling of being needed.

He was never needed at home. That did not mean he was not loved, just that his parents never seemed to need anything from him. His parents loved to spoil Draco , to make him happy. And the only way Draco could pay them back, was to make them proud of him.

Lucius was Draco's idol. He never made mistakes. He was always in control. He did not need anyone, except mother. He was so strong, so powerful, , he was a Malfoy. Draco swelled with pride when he looked at his father.

Draco greatly admired his mother as well. She fit in anywhere. She could waltz in any room, and be at ease. And people respected her for it. They had no choice. She was better then them after all, she was a Malfoy. Draco longed to be as accepted as his mother.

If Draco wanted to become like his mother and father, then he had to learn, and chose wisely. Fraternising with Harry bloody Potter was not a smart move.

Glancing at the picture of his parents by the bed, Draco was more determined then ever.

Him and Potter, were never going to happen.

With that thought in mind, he swept from the room and went to see his torment

Harry

'I kissed him. He kissed me back. I kissed Draco Malfoy' Harry Potter could not stop the chersire cat grin from blossoming on his face. He was lying on his back on his bed thinking about what had happened earlier. It had felt so right!

'I hope he shows up tonight. Maybe I could get a repeat performance!' Harry grinned.

Draco always brought out the pervert in him.

Draco with his pale, flawless skin; Draco, with his endless stormy eyes; Draco, with his soft willing , eager lips, trailing over Harry's own body…

Harry opened his eyes and shook the fantasy away.

'There's no time for that now' he told himself, 'I have to get ready to meet him. What am I going to say? Oh God! What if he thinks it's a mistake! What if he says I forced him what if…' A thousand "what ifs" were buzzing around Harry's mind, until one thought registered and made its self known;

'I'll convince him otherwise. What ever he says, he did kiss me back'

And with that thought Harry bounded from the private room, slinging his invisibility cloak around his shoulder

The meeting place

Draco was sitting on the window sill looking out across the lake. There was no moon that night, but Draco still glowed from the single candle that was lit on the small table. Draco had his knees pulled up to his chest and was hugging them, making him appear about 8 years old.

Harry though he looked adorable. Closing the door behind him caused Draco to look at him with those expressive eyes. Harry gave a weak smile, all the courage leavening him at Draco's stare. Draco did not smile back.

"We have to set a few things straight Potter. And I mean Straight," was the only response Harry got.

The smile left Harry's face and went on vacation. That did not sound good. Draco could not be taking it back , could he.

Draco was talking. He was saying words. However, the words did not seem so important, what caught Harry's attention more way the way Draco's, lips formed the words. Harry could think of nothing else. What was it about Draco that took over Harry's senses. Not even a year ago , Harry hated Draco , now it was all Harry could do not to touch him. His thoughts were focused on one single thing ;

Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco Draco

Harry raised a hand and swept it across Draco's cheek. He twirled a strand of shimmering hair over his fingers, and rested his hand at the nape of Draco's neck. Draco's eyes were closed and his lips parted o so invitingly. He leaned in to taste the blond boy again , and was stunned when he was violently shoved away and his blond God hissed

"Don't you dare touch me gain Potter! I am not one of your fans you can maul when ever you God Damn please! I am a Malfoy! And I do not appreciate your kind getting their grubby hands on me. Stay away . I mean it. Your no good for me,"

Just as Draco reached the door, Harry shouted back ;

"You wanted it too. You want me. And Malfoy or not , I will make you admit it to me and yourself. Its time to stop being just a Malfoy, and to start being Draco," at the end of those words, the door was shut, and Harry was left alone in the room.

A/N

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