A/N: Sorry about the wait, it was finals week at school. But now it's Christmas and I'll try to update more often. This is dedicated to all my awesome reviewers! Thanks!
Harry was tired of the uncomfortable silence that filled the room after the kiss. Neither boy had said a word, just lighted up and smoked. Harry was very aware of the fact that his and Draco's knees were still touching. He'd enjoyed the kiss, but he'd thought he was straight. Now he was just confused.
The hand in which Draco held his joint was shaking. He didn't want to think about the repercussions of what had just happened but he couldn't avoid it. His body trembled with both the knowledge that it was wrong and the desire to do it again. Damn him, why didn't he think before doing that?
"Draco-" Harry began, before being cut off by Draco.
"Don't." The tone of his voice was sharp and a little bit scared.
"We have to talk about this."
"No. I don't have to do anything. How about we forget it happened?" Draco offered, his voice faltering a bit as he tried to persuade Harry.
"Does that mean you don't want to do it again?" Harry said, coyly.
Draco's mouth hung open. "What?"
"Why did you kiss me if you weren't going to follow through? Did you do it just to see how it would feel or what?"
"Look. I didn't, I mean, it wasn't something I'd really thought through, so-"
"So think it through now."
"That's exactly what I'm doing! Don't you recall any of our conversation before that? About Voldemort?" Draco's face held an odd mix of sadness, anger, and fear. "My 17th birthday is coming up. My father expects me to take the mark. If you and I... He would find out. He would use this against you."
"So you're going to let fear of Voldemort control you?"
"This isn't just about us, remember? You're the only hope we have of winning! It's selfish of us if we continue like this. Trading the fate of the world for a few happy moments?" Draco was forlorn. He wanted to get to know Harry better, be with him in public, and not have to worry about the War and Voldemort. But this wasn't some fantasy story, it was reality, and he knew it wasn't fair, but this was the way things had to be.
"You could just refuse to take the mark."
"My father would kill me. Literally. He's prepared me for this my whole life."
"So you're just going to join and kill innocent people?"
"I have no choice."
"Yes you do!"
"Do you? Did you have a choice about becoming the Boy-Who-Lived? Your destiny is to defeat Voldemort. Mine is to follow in my father's footsteps." He said this like it was the absolute truth, and it was, to him. It had always been taught to him. Harry was shaking his head.
"This is different. You could go into hiding, or..." Harry trailed off, out of alternatives.
"Voldemort would find, kill and torture me. Eventually." Draco sighed. "I've talked to Severus. He said the best solution would be to spy."
"That's too dangerous!"
"It's the only way. At least this way I'll be able to help you defeat Voldemort, instead ofhiding in some closet waiting for the war to be over."
"If he finds out you're a spy..."
"I won't give him the opportunity."
"So, does all of this mean that if it wasn't for Voldemort, you'd kiss me again?"
Draco half-smiled, in a defeated sort of way. "Yeah. If Voldemort dropped dead right now, then I'd kiss you again. But there's not much chance of that happening, is there?"
"No, unfortunately." Both boys sighed.
"It's getting late, we'd better go to bed."
"Yeah." Neither moved.
"One day it'll be over, you know."
"And maybe then we could-"
"Yeah, maybe."
This time, they got up together. Draco took out his wand and put out the fire. Harry walked to the door, and pulled his invisibility cloak on, glancing back just once to look at Draco, before he slipped through the door, and all the way back to his dorm, his thoughts lingered on the kiss.