1Author: bgirlcooli

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Harry turned around, agitated that it had to be this day, of all days, that Draco Malfoy had to be in the library when he was in it. He narrowed his eyes at the tall blonde and looked up.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Malfoy shrugged. He was leaning against the bookshelves as if he was tired. His eyes were droopy and he looked like he could barely stand.

"Have . . . you ever . . . thought of . . . something . . . that you had . . . to do, but . . . couldn't?" Harry looked into Malfoy's eyes and knew that wasn't what he wanted to say.

"Say what you really want to say and then get out of my sight." Malfoy sighed.

"I realized something as I was at my father's castle." Harry narrowed his eyes, as if getting the hint. "What I really want to say is 'sorry' for-" Harry gasped.

"You got the dark mark, didn't you? Is that why your so tired?" Draco shook his head hurriedly.

"I was dating Pansy and realized that it's not always the person you like that's your obsession; it's the person you forgot." Harry shook his head confused.

"What do you mean?" Draco took a big breath.

"I like you, Potter. And I don't know how it happened." Harry stared at him, unbelieving what he was hearing.

"Your nuts, Malf-" He was cut off by Draco grabbing his waist and pulling him in for a kiss. Right then, Harry felt like a pile of goo. Draco's lips were so soft and his hands were gently traveling farther down to his ass. He gasped when Draco lifted him up and pushed him against the bookcase. He was cupping his ass and Harry was feeling something he had never felt before. Harry felt a loss when the lips descended upon his neck. He smiled when he saw Draco's face again and giggled. Draco smirked and replied,

"That's what I meant."