I know it's short, but if I added the next chapter to this one it would be too long, so I'll update again within the next few days... Some reviews might make me type faster... hint, hint

Their meetings soon became a ritual. Harry found himself counting the hours until he and Draco would hang out again. His classes all seemed boring, and Hermione and Ron got on his nerves, always wanting to know what he was thinking, or where he'd been. They were suffocating him. Lately, it was only Draco who made him laugh and feel like a normal person.

So far, they had avoided talking about Voldemort or the war. But things were getting worse everyday, and Harry needed someone to talk to.

Before Draco could sit down, Harry asked, " Do you ever feel like you don't have control over your life?"

Draco looked at him for a minute, before replying, "Why? Do you?"

"I asked you first."

"And I asked you why."

"In the Order, Dumbledore and the others treat me like a little kid. I've seen a lot, and I'm not a kid. They want me to do whatever they say without telling me why. I'm just fed up with them keeping information from me."

"At least they care enough to protect you."

"Does your dad ever talk to you about Voldemort?" Draco flinched at the name.

"What do you think?" he said in an angry tone. "Of course he does."

"Well, are you- I mean, are you going to take the mark?"

"Why are we talking about this?" Draco took out a couple of joints, handed one to Harry, then lit his. It was obvious he thought the conversation was over.

"Draco!" Harry grabbed his left wrist, and Draco widened his eyes. "I need to know. This can't go on... if you're just gonna report to Voldemort."

"I would think you knew me well enough to know I wouldn't tell him." Draco sighed, looking down at the floor. "My father's told me all my life that I'll someday be a death eater and bow down to Him." This confession was whispered and a little hesitant.

"But you do have control! We always have a choice. It may not be a very good choice, but we have to do what's right."

"What if we don't know? What if we aren't even sure who we are? My dad's told me how to act, think, and speak all my life. But this friendship we have violates all of it! How did I manage to break free, and will I have the courage to go against my father when everything hangs on my decision?"

"Draco, look at me. All of this, we're doing it for the next generations. If we suffer, and die today, maybe thousands of people will be spared. I might not make it and you might not make it, but someone will. Someone able to bring back peace. To extablish a co-existance between muggles and wizards. It's for the cause. You lose yourself to join something much bigger than you thought was possible. It's what our deaths will accomplish."

"I don't want you to die."

"I don't want you to die either, but that's really beside the point."

"I don't think you got my point."

Draco leaned over and pressed his lips against Harry's dry smooth ones. Harry kissed him back after a minute of shock, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck and pulling him closer.

Reuctantly the kiss was ended, and both boys were left staring at one another.