Love is a double-edged blade

"Aah, Draco! Stop!" Harry gasped but it was too late. Water splashed all over as he landed, rained on by the sprinkling water above him. His dark brown hair was matted to his head as he spluttered like a fish. He could hear a hysterical laughter...

"Draco Malfoy!" he growled. "I will kill you and feed you to the giant squid as an offering!"

Draco laughed at the drenched Harry stood infront of a fountain. Harry sprinted forward and chased after the Slytherin who ran around the fountain to avoid him. "You can't catch me! You're not as swift as me and you have the speed of a tortoise!" he proclaimed before breaking out into a series of laughter.

"Oh yeah? Says who? Besides, I bet you're as slow on your broomstick as on foot!" Harry turned around and chased Draco from the other direction. Too late to realise, Draco ran straight into Harry's arms. "Caught you!"

Harry stared straight at Draco's eyes, now illuminating like a bright turquoise gem. It felt as though the world around him had stopped and time had paused just for that moment when both of them locked their gazes. Again, he felt a slight tingle down his spine and butterflies in his stomach.

His eyes gazed a little lower, fixed on Draco's lips. How could he have not noticed it before? Those pale pink lips, like the freshly bloomed pink roses Aunt Petunia were so proud of. Harry! What are you thinking?! Are you going crazy! Give yourself a mental slap and wake up!

Blinking, he watched the now struggling Draco. He kept telling himself that it was just those lonely nights making him a little less sane but as he gazed at Draco again, new fresh thoughts kept flooding his mind. It made him sdisgusted, not at Draco, but himself, for having such sinful and absolutely forbidden thoughts.

Draco screamed, struggling to free himself from Harry. "Let me go! You'll crumple my clothes and squash me to death, you oaf!"

What was that look? It looked almost...lustful and...longing? Longing and lustful? You're kidding yourself, little saint Potter would never think of anything lustful, ever.

Harry tightened his hold around the young man. "I won't! I'm taking revenge and you'll be much more quiet if I do squash you!"

A high-pitched shriek pierced the calm of the midnight as they both tumbled down into the fountain, splashing into the water.

He sneezed. Sniffing, he rubbed his nose which was numb from the cold. And he was wet; his body shivered from the chilly air that clung to his wet body. Draco grabbed a twig and threw it at Harry's head; the object accurately bounced off Harry's forehead.

"Ouch! That was painful!" Harry exclaimed, throwing the twig back at Draco. Draco caught it and played with it absent-mindedly, breaking it into half in the process. "You were the one who started it! You accusing twit." Draco huffed.

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"I can't believe I'm right inside the prefects' bathroom, with you. The last person I thought I'd ever be caught dead with, in a bathroom. Mind you to watch what you say to your group of goody Gryffindors, Potter." He sneered, grabbing a towel to dry his hair.

"No, it wasn't my fault." Harry denied, unbuttoning his shirt to wipe his chest. He hissed as the cold air contact his bare skin. "I was just being... concerned about your loneliness. It'd make headlines in the Daily Prophet, 'Draco Malfoy, 17, finally shuts his mouth after a long period of loneliness and spending time with brainless cronies.' Now, we wouldn't want Professor Snape to accuse us Gryffindors, would we?"

"Why you insolent Gryffindor! 'Finally'? To think I was gracing you with my royal presence during your dull lonely walks where you'd be probably be plotting more ways to save the day."

"It's not like I want to be a hero all the time!" Harry retorted, sounding hurt.

Looks like I hit his sensitive side. Harry Potter not wanting to be a hero? Ridiculous, that boy attracts attention as much as honey attracts bees.

Harry took the silence as speechlessness, a grim smile appearing on his face as he put his clothes back on. Draco then finished drying himself and also put his shirt on, setting it straight before he buttoned up. Harry, on the other hand, suffered with the cold, watching Draco's movements carefully. He eyed the way Draco's nimble fingers did the buttons, eyes slowly trailing to his neck, the delicate jaw line, the pout of his lips, the tinge of pink on his cheeks, the bright glaze in his beautiful ice blue eyes...

Feeling the intense glare, Draco slowly gazed into Harry's eyes, shocked at the expression Harry was showing. What's this...? Then, he felt a sudden urge, a sudden need to be close to Harry. He wanted not just to be friends with Harry, but something more.

No! You can't! It's just... not right!

He fought his mind and at the same time, the urge to just reach out and grab him. Soon, he was lost in the emerald green eyes, gazing into them longingly. In his stupor, Draco moved close to Harry, kneeling right next to him. Harry cast his eyes up questioningly at Draco. "Wha...!" Draco had cut his words off with his lips. Grabbing Harry's shoulders, he clutched him close as he deepened the kiss with his tongue.

Harry uttered a muffled gasp, squirming at the intimate contact, his eyes wide in shock. But as a few moments pass, his eyes fluttered close and he melted in Draco's embrace. He tasted a hint of honey in his mouth... Too soon, Draco broke the kiss, pulling away as he stared into the green orbs of Harry's eyes.

"You're mad. This must be some bet with your Slytherins right? See if Harry Potter will succumb to the 'great' Draco Malfoy and make him look like a fool," he told Draco.

"No... that's not..." Draco immediately defended himself, still shaken by his earlier foolish act. I should be locked up! Draco, you fool...

"That's it right? You're just playing a prank on me! Well, let me tell you something. This joke has gone too far! I'm disgusted at you and your cronies, preying on me like that. You must have known that I've been going out for walks alone at night and have been plotting this all along." He paused for a moment, catching his breath. His face had turned red and his eyes like flaming green fire, burning in anger..

"I should have known, too good to be true that Draco Malfoy is actually willing to take a walk with Harry Potter! Just thought I'd you know that even though I do not have the company I used to have from my two bes friends, it doesn't mean that I'll actually stoop so low as to be your friend! " Harry quickly spun around and ran out of the prefects' room.

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Author's notes:

Hope you liked this chapter! I have been asked why Draco is so wimpy in this fanfiction by my friend and by others too and would like tot ake this chance to explain. You see, in this other universe (Harry and Draco), I see Draco being the 'girly' one. He paying more attention to his looks and reputation. This is because if I were to put a mean bean Draco (which I like too!), it would be awkward for me, for I have no idea how to write a Harry x Draco fanfiction with a mean Draco. Thanks, and remember to review!