Chapter 3

Blaise just kissed him. Blaise just kissed Draco Malfoy, a proud, high class, and conceited homophobe. But that kiss made Draco attracted to Blaise even more, which made him hate Blaise even more. Draco stared at Blaise, not knowing what to do next. He didn't want to stay, he didn't want to leave. He was stunned.

"You..." Draco managed to say, beginning to back away by pushing with his legs, surely getting grass stains on his pants. "You dirty fag!" Draco yelled. Blaise looked hurt, and was about to reply, but Draco jumped up and looked down at him. "Don't you ever - ever! - touch me again, you worthless piece of pureblood flesh!" Draco walked away quickly, breathing hard and mumbling under his breath, weaving through students that were strewn across the ground, casting him looks and snickering.

Once Draco was back inside the castle, he ran into the nearest bathroom and locked the door behind him. He made sure he was alone before thrashing around and kicking stalls and trash cans. Draco was quite angry for many different reasons, such as Blaise kissing him where everyone could see, Blaise kissing him without warning or permission, Blaise simply kissing him, and the fact that Draco enjoyed it. What am I letting myself turn into? Draco thought. He refused to become a homosexual, he refused. But he wanted to be with Blaise, no matter how much he denied it. Draco stopped at the sink, gripping both sides of it, his knuckles turning white.

What had he just done? He had insulted Blaise in a way that Draco knew would really hurt him. Draco wanted to hurt Blaise, for reasons that seemed quite silly. Because he made Draco feel so attracted to him, because he made Draco enjoy that kiss...

Draco let out a yell and crouched down on the floor, taking deep breaths, and calming himself down. You have to gel ahold of yourself, he thought. you can't let him get to you.

After repeating this a few times in his mind, Draco got to his feet, and was slightly surprised to find that his eyesight was slightly blurry. He rubbed his eyes and looked closely at his reflection, noticing that his eyes were rimmed red, and his cheeks were slightly flushed. Draco sighed, turning on the faucet and splashing water across his face and ran wet hands through his pale hair. He remained crouched over the sink, his hands on the side again, looking down and watching the water spin down the drain blankly. He closed his eyes tight, opened them, and left the bathroom.

"Draco! There you are!" said a girl's voice from the other end of the corridor. Draco spun his head around to the face of Pansy running towards him. He quickly turned away, knowing that Pansy would immediately read his expression and start asking questions. "I've been looking for you for the passed half hour!" she exclaimed.

"I was outside." answered Draco, without looking at her. She nodded and started walking with Draco.

'Then you might've seen it! I've heard things, Draco! About that Zabini. You know, the one that's rumored to be gay?" She asked, grabbing Draco's sleeve and pulling on it excitedly. "People are saying that he kissed a boy out there! Out in the open, where everyone could see!" Draco could hear her laughing at what she just said, and he felt the urge to yell at her. "I would've stopped to ask who he kissed, but at that moment, I couldn't wait to tell you about it!"

"What a fag. How did the sorting hat let such a disgrace into the noble house of Slytherin?" Draco said, putting his usual tone of criticism and superiority into his voice. Pansy giggled, but Draco was secretly screaming on the inside. Pansy was going to find out who Blaise had kissed that morning sooner or later. People would ask her questions about what she thought of it, whether they broke up, and other things. And how would she respond?

As the two round the corner, Draco saw the last thing he wanted to ever see. Harry Potter, the mudblood, and the weasel.

"Hey, Malfoy. We heard about your litter encounter on the lawn today!" Ron said, without missing a beat. Pansy looked at him, confused. Harry laughed, while Hermione looked worried, as if she didn't want to be at that spot. "You better watch out, Harry. Who knows who he'll kiss next."

"You'll regret that, Weasley!" Draco yelled, whipping out his wand and rushing forward, pointing his want directly at Ron's throat. "Don't forget what I am capable of, you rat." Draco finished with a snarl.

"What would that be, Malfoy? Calling him horrid names and losing miserably at Quidditch?" Said the high voice of Granger, and Draco's eyes darted towards her, along with his wand, which was followed my Draco's wand.

"Don't you ever talk to me again, mudblood. You aren't worthy of your life, let alone talking to me." Draco said in a low, dangerous voice.

"Expelliarmus!" Draco's wand flew out of his hand, and he looked to see Harry pointing his wand straight at Draco's face, a look in his eye that made Draco even angrier.

"Draco!" Pansy's voice came, and Draco looked to see his wand flying back at him, and he caught it before it could hit him in the eye. He didn't waste a second turning back to Harry, holding his wand right in front of his face, and both boys stared at each other, daring each other to make the first move.

"Harry," Hermione pleaded. "Lets just go, please." Harry stared Draco square in the eye, and lowered his wand. He gave Draco one last look, and walked passed Draco and Pansy with Ron and Hermione.

"Worthless Gryffindors." Draco said quietly, stuffing his wand back into his pocket. He looked at Pansy, who was looking at him with uncertainty, and as though she'd been told she was horribly ugly.

"What are you looking so horrible about?" Draco asked, though he knew the answer right after he asked.

"So, is it true? Are you the one that kissed Blaise?" she asked. Draco growled quietly.

"First off, I didn't kiss him. He kissed me, and too quickly for me to stop it. I didn't enjoy it, if that's what you want to know." Draco hastily said. He looked in the other direction and gulped.

"Draco, are you su-"
"Yes, I'm sure, dammit. Do you think I'm some fag?"

"Now, now, Draco. Tell Pansy the truth." Said another voice, a male voice. Draco looked at the spot where Harry had previously stood to see Blaise.

"Don't come near me, Zabini." Draco said, pulling out his wand, preparing for battle yet again

"Or what? You'll kiss me again? That was quite repulsive, Malfoy." said Blaise, a slight grimace appearing on his face.

"What! You kissed me, you liar!" Draco yelled in return. Blaise looked up at him as if Draco just said that a dementor was riding a unicorn over the lake.

"Why the hell would I want to kiss you, Malfoy?" Draco had just noticed that Blaise was using his last name, and it gave him a slight tinge in hsi gut. "You're not that cute."

That was the moment when Draco, being the proud person that he was, lunged forward and gave Blaise a punch right to the side of the face. Blaise let out a short yell and fell to the ground, gripping the side of his face tightly, wincing in what seemed like horrible pain. He took his hand away to check for blood, and that's what he saw. Blood was trickling down Blaise's face from a spot near his dark eyebrow, curving along the bones of his face and dripping slowly onto his black shirt, blending into its darkness. Draco felt the odd urge to help him to his face and wipe the blood away, but he refused to do so. He stood there, looking down at him, sneering.

"You got what you deserved, fag. You should be happy I didn't use my wand." Draco said quietly.Blaise got to his feet, eyes level with Draco's, looking straight into them.

"Draco, I - I don't even know where to start with you." Blaise said, his face was contorted with anger and rage. He suddenly grabbed the front of Draco's shirt and pushed him roughly into the wall behind him. "But don't you ever punch me again." Blaise added with a snarl. Blaise pushed Draco harder into the wall, released him, and let him fall to the floor. Blaise walked off without even glancing at Pansy.

"Draco... I'm confused. What exactly is going on?" Pansy asked desperately. Draco got to his feet and looked at her.

"You're to thick to understand, Parkinson." Draco answered. Pansy looked at him as though he were that dementor riding over the lake on the unicorn.