WARNINGS: Child abuse, swearing, and slash…lovely H/D slash! There will also probably be drug use at some point, which is bad, mm-Kay.

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter and co. Granted, I will have characters that are mine in there at some point or another, but in majority, J.K Rowling own it. The song is Platypus (I hate you) by Green Day.

A/N: Ok, yes, this is an AU fiction where there is no magic what so ever. And, as usual, Harry and Draco are pretty OOC but I try to make it believable. Sorry it's taking me so long to get my stories out…I've been so busy its not even funny. With my English paper and some personal things that have been going on I've been swamped. I have something wrong with my throat and my band has had to cancel all of out gigs because I can't sing right now or I will damage my vocal cords permanently. I have to get vocal lessons all over again, which blows because I've already been through this once before and it was damn expensive. Well…that's it, but I am trying to get them out, so please bear with me. Also, I would like to thank my beta, Blackraven13 for not only being my beta but for my friend through difficult times.

PS, it wont let me spell Shamus's name like they do in the book for some odd reason…sorry.

Chapter Three: Truth or Dare

Harry walked back up the stairs, still laughing. When he opened the door to his room he was greeted by many worried faces. Sadly, Harry could still not stop laughing. This was the first time he had been able to talk back to Vernon without getting in major trouble. It was like Vernon new there were people upstairs who would call the cops if anything went wrong.

"What's so funny?" Draco asked, almost breathless. He seemed the most worried out of the people there. It was strange how people could care so much about someone even after just meeting them. I guess that's what they mean by love at first sight.

"I just talked back to Vernon for the first time in my life…it was bloody brilliant!" Harry grinned and sat in front of his keyboard again. Slowly he began playing some Beethoven. When he was greeted with many strange looked he stopped and stared at everyone, quite annoyed.

"What?" He asked, making some of them flinch.

"Well," Hermione began, but Ron finished for her,

"Why are you playing classical music? And, uh…who wrote what you're playing?"

"First of all, Ron," Harry spit out. These people were very, very dumb, "I am playing it because I don't just like punk, metal, rock, grunge…you know, that kind of music. I appreciate all types of music except for rap. Hip-hop, and R&B, especially if it's done well. This person that wrote this was,"

"Beethoven," Draco finished in almost a whisper, examining his nails. Everyone stared in shock at him now; many had their mouths hanging open.

"Oh," Draco huffed. "Don't look at me like that. You know who my father is. When I was little he sent to me every and all piano teachers, stating that it would make me a better person. I didn't enjoy playing but I love listening to it…especially Beethoven."

"He was a genius," Harry said, smiling at Draco. Where were these feelings coming from? He had never, ever felt this way towards anyone, not even his old boyfriends, "To me, he was the greatest musician of all time…you could say my idol, but I do like to think The Sex Pistols are my idol…the Godfathers of Punk. Green Day isn't bad, either." Harry smirked at the strange looks he was getting.

"Who are those people?" Dean asked, looking very confused. "The Sex Pistols, Green Day?"

"Gasp," Harry said, placing a hand over his heart in a shocked manor, you have never heard of The Sex Pistols or Green Day? I am very, very ashamed." Harry shook his head in mock shame and pulled out his guitar and practice amp, setting them up. When everything was ready he began playing (without the bass and drums and all):

Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall
What goes around is coming back and haunting you
It's time to quit
Cause you ain't worth the shit
Under my shoes or the piss on the ground

No one loves you and you know it
Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care
Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you want
to hear.
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

I heard your sick
Sucked on that cancer stick
A throbbing tumor and a radiation high
Shit out of luck
And now your time is up
It brings me pleasure just to know you're going to die

Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole,
dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die

HEY

Red eye, code blue
I'd like to strangle you
And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull
When you go down
Head first into the ground
I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave

"Good ol' Green Day. Doesn't get much better than that," Draco sighed, looking Harry in the eyes.

"What…huh…they…but…" Shamus said, not quite sure what to say to that.

"That's so vulgar!" Hermione yelled.

"I know," Harry smiled.

"So…" Ron said, "What do you want to do?"

"There isn't much we can do around here. But like I said, I can't go anywhere."

"How about," Shamus grinned, "Truth or dare?"

"Great idea, ok, you first, Shamus," Ron yawned, leaning against the bed.

"Ok…" Shamus though for a moment, "Draco, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Ok, are you attracted to Harry?"

"Yes."

Many oo's and ah's were heard.

"Ok, my turn," Draco played with his worn out shoe lace, flicking his silk hair out of his face with a jerk of his head, "Ron, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to…make out with Hermione here."

"What…? NO!" Ron was outraged. He liked Hermione…a lot…but he didn't want to kiss her and tell her and everything.

"Fine," Draco sighed, "Then you have to make out with me."

"UGH!" Ron yelled, grabbing Hermione by her shoulders and kissing her full on the lips, tongue and all. Hermione was shocked at first, but then melted into the kiss, which was over far too soon for her liking. When Ron pulled away he was blushing as red as his hair, which was saying something.

"Ok…" Ron stated. Coughing and fixing his rumpled hair, "Harry, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Ok, this is easy, I dare you to kiss Draco."

Harry and Draco crawled to the middle of the circle, as you are supposed to do (Hermione and Ron didn't because Ron was in too much of a hurry to not kiss Draco) and looked each other in the eyes. As soon as silver met emerald something clicked, like a switch chanting, DO IT, DO IT! And Draco brought a hand up to Harry's face where there was the slight bruise.

Running his fingers in circular motions on the bruise, Draco ran the soft pads of his fingers up to Harry's forehead, brushing the fringe out of his eyes. Then, ever so slowly, Draco ran his fingers down the middle of Harry's face, in-between his eyes, down his perfect nose, and finally resting on his lips, every movement as tender as the next.

Draco ran his thumb over Harry's perfect, plump, very kissable bottom lip, and felt Harry's breath hitch. Slowly, ever so slowly, Draco brought the hand that was on Harry's lips to the back of his neck, and the other on his waist, bringing the raven-haired teen in closer. Their breaths ghosted across one another's faces, eyes still locked, chests flush up against each other's, hearts racing together. It was something that you only get in a movie.

And finally, Harry closed his eyes, and Draco took this as a sign. Equally as slowly and tenderly, Draco, who was taller than Harry, even kneeling on the ground, bent down slightly and pressed their warm lips together, massaging Harry's with his own. Neither knew how long they were kissing before Draco brushed his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance, which was very soon granted.

It was heaven for both of the teens as tongue met in Harry's mouth, massaging each other in a way neither had felt. It was a slow loving kiss, heads tilting in each direction in turn; noses softly pressing against the opposite's cheek in an adorable way that made on-lookers want to sigh 'awww'. Harry's arms, which before were limply at his side, went up to Draco's neck, wrapping themselves around it and pulling him closer still. At the same time, Draco brought both his arms around Harry's slim waist, trying to pull them closer, if it were possible.

Finally they broke apart, arms still where they were before, breath dancing on their lips, the taste of the other on their lips, lingering and tingling. They didn't break eye contact for many long moments, just staring, trying to see into the other's soul. (which wasn't working, let me tell you) Their chest still touched and they were bumping into each other, breathing hard from lack of oxygen. Their noses rubbed up against each other, and they stayed there until there was a soft cough.

"Well…" Hermione said, who was flushed deep red and fanning herself. She had obviously enjoyed the show.

"That was so cute!" Dean yelled. He was not gay, or a female, so the show did not turn him on at all, but he found it too adorable for words.

"Do you want to go out with me to the mall and then a movie tomorrow?" Draco asked Harry.

TBC…

A/N: I know, I'm mean. What will Harry say? Hm…if could be a no, or a maybe, or a yes. You never know with me as a writer. So…what did you think? I really, really tried to make the make-out session between Harry and Draco as fluffy and adorable as possible, without making it sickening sweet. Obviously this is going to be one of those sappy "Love at first sight" stories, but I wanted to do one. Don't worry, Harry isn't tame yet. He will get upset about something in the next chapter and go out to get drunk and high. And guess who's going to find him? Please tell me what you thought of the make out scene…I really did try. Suggestions please? I'll try to update soon, promise.

-Cherry

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