A/N: I'm not entirely sure why, but if I don't update like, two days after my last update, all I can think when I go on fanfiction is, 'God, I haven't updated in like, forever.' Probably b/c I always check, every single day, as to whether my fav authors have updated, which, of course, they never have. And I recently found out one of my authors will be disconnecting my favorite story! WAH! However, on a lighter note, I now have a boyfriend! YAY! After years and years of waiting, I finally have one! He will be taking me to homecoming, and no longer do I have to endure the embarrassment of saying that, sadly, I've never had a boyfriend. Needless to say, of course, my boyfriend knows nothing of this website and will not know of my 'obsession with gay boys' as my mother puts it, until I think he is ready to handle it. Though I don't think any boy will ever be able to handle me. If you haven't noticed, my screws are a little loose. Lol. So I will avoid telling him till I know him a bit better. I will tell him in good time. Unless, of course, my mother decides to go and tell him about it, while grinning at me evilly. Uh-oh, now I'm putting ideas inside her head. Never mind. Okay, I'm acting weirder than usual. I definitely shouldn't have eaten that bar of chocolate before trying to write this. Maybe I'll just go lie down and...NO! I must finish it, I must have more reviews! Oh no, now I'm getting addicted to all the nice things you've all said about my story. 22 reviews! All very, very nice. I feel so special. Reviews make me happy, and they make me all warm and fuzzy inside. Make me happy? Review? Please? I will bake you whatever you want if you do; I'm a really good cook. My dad says I'm making him fat. And if you write a really special review, I might dedicate a chapter to you! I should probably write the story now, even though I want to blab on more. The funny thing is, as I'm writing this, I have no clue what the chapter will be about. I'm just really tired. In fact, I need to go to bed. I have a choir performance tomorrow morning, and I can't stay up all night writing. It's already 11:00. Um...I'll write as much as I can, will probably post it tomorrow, although for you reading this, today. Uh...yeah, I don't really understand it either. Just enjoy the chapter, and don't listen to my insane blubbering. Adios!

-CatJetRat

Dedication: I am dedicating this chapter to musicgirl141, because you caught the one sentence in my second chapter that I worked the hardest on.

Chapter 3

The Chase

Harry's POV

Harry was so startled by Draco's kiss that for a moment all he could do was stand there, completely shocked. When he regained control of his senses, he took a firm hold on Draco's shoulders and pushed him away. Draco let out a small whine of protest and tried to kiss Harry again, but to no avail.

"Draco," said Harry in a guarded voice, avoiding Draco's anxious lips. "I don't think you really understand what you're doing. You very obviously are drunk, and I think that I let you proceed, you will regret it in the morning. Do you understand?"

Draco gazed at Harry with glazed-over eyes, and Harry sighed; he might as well have asked the keg if it understood. "Come on you," Harry said, putting one of Draco's arms around his shoulders. "You need to go to sleep."

Draco mumbled something incoherent, and leaned against Harry trustingly for support. Harry had to admit that it felt good to have Draco leaning against him, but also knew that if he acted on his feelings, he would hate himself forever for it. Harry marveled at how, in one night, he went from hating Draco Malfoy completely to being on the verge of falling for him. It felt as though that night had lasted for a million years, although, in reality, it had only been a couple of hours since he had stormed out of Gryffindor tower. Harry reflected on what had happened right before he'd left.

Flashback

Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room shortly after dinner had ended. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was empty. No one there to lust over him, bombard him with more questions, or try and get him to 'talk'.

Harry quickly began walking towards the boy's dormitory, thinking that if he could just get up those stairs and to his bed without anyone messing with him, he would be okay. The bitter pain that had been growing inside his heart ever since Sirius had died might finally begin to decrease a little, and his soul that had been torn to shreds and left to rot might, ultimately, begin to heal. Although this was probably wishful thinking on his part, it was good to at last have a little bit of hope for something. Unfortunately, that little ray of hope shining in his forlorn heart was soon destroyed, and laid to ruin among the rest of his spirit.

"Harry? Is that you?" Hermione said this, coming up from behind the couch, Ron close behind her. Harry knew perfectly well what they had been doing, but didn't care enough anymore to comment on it.

"Yes," he said stiffly, crossing his arms.

Hermione looked him up and down, then said, "It's okay to talk about it, you know. We're always here for you, if you ever need a helping hand. You do know-"

"Of course I know!" Harry spat out. "How can I ever bloody forget about it; you just have to remind me of it every damn day! Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I don't need help? That some things have to mend alone? No, of course not. Little Miss. Perfect, you just have to help everyone one else out, and fix everybody's problem, don't you. And then you drag your little pet around," He motioned at Ron, "To help you get people to do your bidding. Why can't you just leave things be? Every time I begin to forget about it you bring it up again! You're supposed to be my friend, right? Well, then butt out and let me deal with it alone!"

And with that he swept out of the common room, leaving Hermione on the verge of tears and Ron almost as red as his hair.

End of Flash back

Harry felt anger stir once inside of him as he thought of Hermione, but it was brief and weak, and wasn't powerful enough to divert his attention away from the blond in his arms. Harry glanced down at Draco, and was slightly startled to see how innocent and defenseless he seemed. Even when Draco had told Harry about being beaten by his parents, the walls around his feelings had never come down. When he had spoken, his voice was cold and flat, never revealing that he felt anything, or was even human. But now...now it was as though there was actually something human and sweet under his cold exterior.

Harry then realized that Draco was unconscious, and could not be forced to walk any longer. Harry considered carrying Draco, but no, that would be too hard. While Draco seemed small, he was in fact a little bit bigger than Harry, and could not be carried.

Harry contemplated for a few moments as to what to do, and realized that he didn't really need to do anything. Before Draco had passed out, Harry had managed to get the two of them off of the dance floor, and to a place where they wouldn't be stomped on.

Harry gently laid Draco down on the grass, and got out his wand. "Accio potions textbook," he muttered, and a few seconds later his potions textbook came whizzing into his hands. He flipped through the pages idly, trying to find a good sobering potion. After a few minutes he came upon a potion that was supposed to cure "even the drunkest witches or wizards." Harry chuckled softly to himself. Right now Draco was definitely in that category. Harry looked over the ingredients and saw that it took at least a week to make. He groaned, before realizing that Snape probably had it in his cupboard of endless and useless potions.

He took a chance and decided to try and summon it. "Accio sobering potion," he hissed, feeling slightly nervous about trying to steal something out of Snape's private cupboard, even when Snape was far away and asleep. Shortly afterwards, the potion came zipping into his outstretched hand. Smirking at his own brilliance, he pried open Draco's mouth and emptied the whole bottle into his mouth. Draco swallowed reflexively, and coughed. He then immediately sat up straight, eyes wide and focused.

Draco's POV

"Wow, they weren't kidding about this stuff," Draco heard Harry mutter, and saw him examining an empty bottle and banishing his potions textbook.

"What...what's going on?" Draco inquired, awake but confused.

"You...you got a little tipsy there for a moment," Harry, said, suppressing a grin. "And a little horny."

"Huh? What do you...?" It then all came rushing back to Draco, and he went from deathly pale to tomato red so fast that he doubted Harry could even catch the change. "Oh god," Draco said, growing redder and redder with each passing second. "I didn't...I did, didn't I?"

"Yes you did," Harry said, now unable to control the growing laughter inside his chest. He burst out laughing so hard that soon he was almost as red as Draco. He rolled on the ground, howling with laughter at the look on Draco's face.

"How did you revive me?" Draco asked, trying to keep a dignified look on his face, and avoided the previous topic.
Gasping for breath, Harry said, "I used a sobering potion." He thrust the vacant bottle at Draco.

Draco scrutinized the empty container carefully with narrowed eyes and furrowed brow. And then he froze. "Where did you get this?" He asked, scarcely daring to breathe.

Harry shrugged. "Summoned it from Snape's dungeon, why?"

The bottle fell from Draco's suddenly nerveless fingers. "Oh my god you didn't!" He gasped, standing up.

"Yeah, I did, why?" Harry said, looking puzzled.

"Quiet!" Draco snapped, listening intently. And then he heard exactly what he knew he'd hear, but really hadn't wanted to pick up. It was the sound of voices. Teacher's voices, to be exact. Teachers' voices that sounded angry, and were headed this way.

"You fool!" Draco hissed at Harry, furious.

"What did I do?" Harry said, feeling slightly angry. "You know, I could have just left you out here, unconscious."

"No, instead you had to summon something from Snape's office to wake me up, no doubt waking him up, and leading him to us so that we could be caught, and put in detention for the rest of the year, or maybe even expelled!"

Harry went white. "Oh #$ !#&." he said, exercising some very colorful language he had learned from the twins last summer when they had come back from America.

"Watch your mouth," Draco muttered. If there was one thing he could not stand, it was proper English people sounding like trashy Americans.

"Sorry," Harry said, shrugging. "I thought the situation deserved a bit of cussing."

"Whatever," Draco snapped, then pointed his wand at his throat, and mumbled, "Sonorus!" And then he spoke out loudly, "Everyone, pay attention now! The teachers are coming, they're onto us! for your lives! I repeat, the teachers are coming, run away!" Draco pointed his wand at his throat, and whispered, "Quietus." He held out his hand to Harry, who took it uncertainly. "You heard me, RUN!" He shouted, and yanking Harry along beside him began sprinting out of the forest, running as fast as he could. All around tem the party was in disarray. People were screaming, Pansy and Blaise were trying to quickly and magically pack up the refreshments and stereo from the party, people were running into and out of the forest, and the angry shouts of the teachers were growing louder. But soon they were away from all that, and the dark forest wrapped them up like a cold blanket.

"Why are we going this way?" Harry gasped, confused.

"It's away from the teachers, can you really complain?" Draco shouted over his shoulder.

Harry stopped dead, yanking Draco's arm back. "Yes, I believe I can."

"What's your problem?" Draco snapped.

"We're in the Forbidden Forest!" Harry yelled, "That's my problem. And you're dragging me off to god knows where and into the arms of god knows what, without any thought whatsoever. Do you remember what happened last time we were both in here? There's a reason it's forbidden."

"I'm aware of that," Draco said, in a frosty and deadly voice. "And we wouldn't be in here if you hadn't tipped the teachers off."

"I wouldn't have 'tipped the teachers off' if you hadn't decided to go and become as drunk as possible. You know, you have a lot of nerve—"

His words were suddenly cut off by a pair of warm lips, exactly the opposite of the mood of their owner, enveloping them. The kiss was amazing, and this time, Harry didn't feel guilty about not stopping it. He leaned in, and felt awkward, and uncoordinated, but Draco's skillful lips and tongue—oh yes, there was tongue—made up for that.

Harry then suddenly jerked away when he heard the sound of several footsteps and angry voices getting closer. "Come on," he muttered, and, grabbing Draco's hand, took over the position of leading them off to god knows where and into the arms of god knows what without any thought whatsoever.

The shouts of the teachers slowly died away as Harry and Draco ran deeper into the forest. They hid underneath a bush and collapsed on top of each other, both breathing heavily. Draco's head rested on Harry's stomach as their breathing slowed, and then quickened as they both realized the position they were in. Draco made to sit up, but Harry held him back.

"No, stay, it's okay," Harry said softly.

"Are you sure?" Draco said nervously.

"Yes, I'm sure," Harry said, before leaning down and tentatively kissing Draco.

They kissed for several minutes, neither of them sure why they were kissing. Mere hours before they had both been grave enemies, and now...it was as though the last five years had never happened, and they were both eleven again, confused, scared, both just trying to understand what was going on. If any of their friends had seen them, the friends would have insisted that one of both of them was under a spell. But the two boys were not under a spell, no, they were both in full control of their mind and senses. They knew what they were doing, and either one of them could have stopped it if he really wanted to. However, they both could tell that it shouldn't be stopped. They didn't know why, but it was as though they both shared a strange mutual bond. A bond that was much stronger than their dying hate for one another. A hate born merely because of who their parents were. A hate that was never meant to be.

I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?

You hate everything about me

Why do you love me?

Harry and Draco were so into their kiss that they didn't even notice it when someone peered under the bush they were hiding to see them kissing, and were consequently extremely startled when that person spoke.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

A/N: I'm sorry, but I just had to stop it there; it seemed like such a good ending to a chapter. I know, it's about page shorter than my last chapter, but I didn't want to drag it on for another page and end it at a bad place. Who is this mystery person that interrupted them? Guess in a review. The italics at the end are taken from a song I heard on the radio that I just had to include. I don't know its name, or who sings it. If you know, please tell me. Here's the evil teaser!

Teaser:

"Harry, I have to join my father, you understand that, don't you? If I don't he'll kill me, or you, or anyone I care about!" Draco protested to an angry Harry.

To hide the hurt he was feeling, Harry sneered at Draco. "You're just afraid of him. You're a coward. If you really cared about anyone but yourself you would stay on Dumbledore's side. My side. You're just a stupid cowa—"

SLAP!

Harry's head jerked backwards as Draco's hand connected with his cheek. Draco stood there frozen, staring at his hand, as Harry sank to the floor, tears in his eyes.

A/N: That teaser was a bit more depressing than my other ones, did you notice? I can't talk much longer, because I need to get this posted and my computer is annoyingly slow. So onto the reviewer responses! Reviewer's names are in bold. Again, I love you all!

shewolf- Thanks mom, I love you too.

harrypottermoveover- Thanks, and I am reading Princesspepper's stories; they're really good. I read your story too, but my stupid computer froze up when I tried to review. I really liked it, please continue. Thanks! You get cookies!

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Morena Evensong-Thank you for catching that, I try really hard to make them work. Have cookies!

moonorb13- Yeah, I know a lot of people don't like her, but I heard her song 'Complicated' and have forever been her fan. Thanks for respecting my love of her. I give you lots of cookies!

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RosannaMalfoy- Lol, I love teasers too. I first found out how evil they can be when I was reading a really good story that was really good and had a teaser at the end, and then the author never updated! I was sooooo mad. But don't worry, I'll always update. Hope you like this chapter as much as the first one! Cookies for you from me!

Alora- Thanksforsayingmy story is cool! Harry and Draco forever! You get lots of cookies!

PrincessPepper- Hey, what's up? Thanks for adding me to your favorites list; it makes me feel soooooooooo special! I'm glad you liked the chapter so much. I kind of thought it was a bit of a joke, of at least that it was amusing. Interesting how I alternate so quickly from angst to humor, huh? Btw, I've read some of your stories, which are REALLY good. I hope you like this chapter too! Chocolate chip cookies I give to you!

musicgirl141- If you haven't noticed, I dedicate my chapters to people who comment on certain sentences. I do this because when you do that, it lets me know that you read my story and really took it in. That makes me feel so special! I hope you like this chapter too. You get cookies!

A/N: That's all the reviews, I think. There's going to be a bit of white space after this because I just started a new page, and at eight o' clock in the morning, even I don't have enough to say to fill up a whole page. Hey, and just b/c I posted the story later in the week does not mean I won't update till Wednesday next week. Though it might, since this weekend is homecoming. Still, I doubt it. But since I tend to write best when I'm depressed, you should probably all hope something horrid happens to me at homecoming, like in Carrie, so I'll write a bunch of really depressing chapters. Oh well, that's all I have to say, mainly because it's eight and I have to go to school, but want to get this uploaded beforehand. Btw, this chapter was written over the course of about five days, so the stuff I said at the beginning doesn't apply now, except for the boyfriend part and a few other things. My choir performance went quite well. Adios!

-CatJetRat