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Chapter 11

Harry cracked open an eye when the early sun's rays that somehow seeped through the tiny window of Draco's room in the dungeons. Harry still did not know why he didn't call it 'our room'. It just did not feel right to him. True, he occupied it: he slept, ate and did his homework in it. But, that was how he felt. It was just an alien place to him. He felt like it was Draco's personal space- not his.

'That was probably because the old Draco used to occupy the room and I don't know where I was. Maybe I lived in Gryffindor like Granger insists that I did.' Harry thought to himself. 'But, that would be impossible. Even though I don't feel like this is my room, I still feel like Slytherin is my home because it is. I never felt more at home than here.' Harry shook his head, feeling as if he contradicted himself instead of making sense of what he was trying to do.

Harry stared at the alarm clock and sighed loudly. It was 4:30 in the morning and here he was, lying in the arms of Draco, wide awake. Harry's eyes widened at that thought. "Wait a minute- Draco's arms?" He whispered to himself. Then slowly, so achingly slowly, he looked down to where Draco's hands were at.

Harry blushed furiously when he saw that Draco's left hand had somehow made its way up under his shirt. Draco's hand would sometimes unconsciously move in a slow circular movement across his belly. He blushed again when he realized Draco's other hand was just below his belly button, getting uncomfortably close to certain things that did not need to react during this time.

Harry's blush deepened when he realized he was not able to escape Draco's grip. The hands would occasionally clutch onto him and he couldn't escape if he wanted to. He sucked in his breath sharply when said hands started to roam his stomach and chest. Through the haze of his 'happy high' he vaguely wondered if Draco was awake while doing this.

Since Harry was facing away from him and Draco was pressed up against his back, resting his chin on his head, Harry did not have the slightest clue. His breath came in large swallows of air as he tried to regain control of his body and then Draco did it. A finger slipped into Harry's belly button and then ringed the outside of it lovingly. Harry literality jumped out of the embrace and fell off of the bed, all the while squeaking.

Harry lay on the cold floor gasping for breath and trying to calm his heart rate while Draco yawed loudly and groaned at the feel of cold air. Harry eased himself up and watched in horrified fascination as Draco rooted around until he found the spot Harry had just vacated before settling back down to cuddle in to the warmth of the bed sheets.

Harry grabbed his pounding chest and sighed deeply, shaking his head wildly the whole time. "This can't be happening. I can't like a guy! Even if I did like guys, I definitely cannot like him! He is my best friend. This is just so wrong." Harry mumbled to himself and strode towards the shower to wash away the discomfort.

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Meanwhile, Draco was having a great dream: a really, really, really good dream! Hours later when he had woken up properly, he was unable to recall most of the dream but he was left with the evidence that he had reacted quite strongly to it. He stood up and listened for the familiar shower running.

His eyebrows furred when he realized the shower was not running. Looking around the spacious room he did not see Harry anywhere. Confused by the fact that his friend was neither taking his morning shower nor in front of the dresser trying to brush the knots out of his hair, Draco looked up at the wizz clock and saw that it was 7:30 in the morning. He wondered if it were Saturday or a Sunday. He was never quite sure what day of the week it was. Draco had always been like that. He never understood why he couldn't remember his days, but he knew for sure that it was a weekend. Harry would never let him sleep past 6:45 if they had classes, or they would have Pansy raging down their necks.

Draco concentrated for a few seconds then relaxed and shrugged his shoulders. He knew that Harry was safe and that was all that mattered. After taking his morning shower, he opened his closet and pulled out black pants and a tight black muscle shirt. Since it was still cold out, he put on a black zippie jacket with narrow red stripes to keep warm. He checked his reflection and after agreeing with the mirror that he was absolute perfection, he ventured out of the room and stared in shock at the view in the common room.

Over in the corner, next to the fire, Harry was sitting in a comfortable chair wearing an outfit similar to his own, only Harry had on a long tight black turtleneck instead of a jacket like the one Draco wore. What was wrong with the picture was that a Slytherin girl with a fake smile and magicked blond hair was leaning down and exposing her assets to Harry, smiling coyly, and trying to entice him.

Draco scowled and directed his anger at the blond bimbo trying to take his Harry away from him. After taking a deep breath, Draco's rigid body relaxed slightly until the thought hit: What was he thinking? Harry was not his. Harry would never be his!' He shook his head. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned his head and locked eyes with Pansy.

"Aren't you proud of him; almost fifteen and already a ladies man?" (That would mean that Draco is fifteen and a half Harry a half year younger than Draco.). She whispered to him. When she saw his face fall she smirked wickedly. "Did you expect him to wait on you?" She asked, not really considering the double meaning of her sentence.

Draco just looked at her clearly confused. "Whatever." He said. It was the only thing he could say. He was having 'thoughts' about his best friend. Sure they slept in the same bed, but they had been sleeping together for almost all of their lives, for almost thirteen year. But now… Now this was different. It was like his hormones was on the verge. Each movement of Harry's mouth as he talked to the blonde bimbo enticed Draco more. Just staring at Harry's green eyes and pert pink lips made him wants to go over there and jump him.

Draco shook his head again. 'This is not happing. That's it! I'm going to forget that I ever thought about this. Just forget it, Draco! Forget! Forget! Forget!' He didn't even realize he was mumbling 'forget' until he noticed Pansy staring at him oddly. "What?" He snapped, sneering at her when she only answered with a stomp.

He walked over to Harry and sat on the table. "Hey?" He questioned, not sure if he should interrupt or not. Draco thought he saw relief in Harry's eyes.

"Can't you see that we were talking here?" The girl sneered.

Before Draco could retort, Harry jumped in. "Oh, no, it's all right. We weren't talking about much. What's up, Draco?" Harry said, oblivious to the fact that he just enraged the girl.

"Not much. I didn't see you in our room and was wondering where you were." He replied, not really looking at Harry. He was too busy exchanging evil glares with the girl.

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. It was getting too bright in there." Harry said, not really telling the truth but close enough. "So, anyway, I'm going to go eat breakfast and then venture out to Hogsmeade. Want to come with?" Harry asked Draco as he tried to make eye contact before realizing that it was almost like he was avoiding Harry eyes.

"Yeah, sure. Let me go get my money. Be right back." Draco said with a smirk at the girl before dashing off to retrieve his money bag.

"Ah! I wanted to go with you by ourselves! You know, as in a proper date." The blonde bimbo said.

Harry smiled calmly at her. "Sorry, but I'm not really sure you are my kind. You are welcome to come along with us and the rest of the gang." He added as he straightened his clothes and walked over to Pansy to inquire about if she would like to come along.

"His kind? What does he mean by that?" She whispered to herself. She was a pureblood girl and most men would literally throw themselves on the floor in front of her, but here was this one boy who never once looked at her with adoration. It was just inconceivable that a male would be immune to her. Then her eyes widened in understanding and she snickered. She was going to have to contact the HD fan club. They were going to love the news she was just about to give them. Hopefully, one of their cameramen would tag along.

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Harry jogged in front of every one back wards talking to Hermione and Pansy at the same time. Harry being his graceful self just twisted and turned, never once touching anyone as they walked. The Harry/Draco crew consisted of Hermione, Pansy, Blaise Zabini who was holding hands with Neville Longbottom, the blonde bimbo whom everyone finally realized was Victoria, one of Victoria's male admirers from Hufflepuff by the name of Derek, Vince and Greg were acting as bodyguards, and a disgruntled Ron who only walked with them because he had no other friends to hang out with.

The large group wove its way in and out of the circus of people. They avoided the newbies and the third years who were clogging up Zonko's, the new Weasley joke shop, and Honeydukes. Occasionally part of the group would go into a shop and the rest of the group would wait outside.

Currently the group was waiting for Harry and Hermione, who had just ventured into Spells & Cauldrons Bookstore and More. Harry idly picked up a book and looked at the back of it, then began blushing furiously as he wondered how on earth he managed to wander into 'this' section. "When you said that you where looking for an explanation on the properties on love potions, I didn't think we would be venturing into the How to Make Great Sex Even Better with Magic' Section." Harry said reading off the title from the book in hand.

Hermione looked at her embarrassed friend. "Oh, Harry. Of course I'm going in here; this is where the stuff is located." She paused for a minute and threw a book at him. "Here! You might need this for future reference."

Harry grabbed the book automatically then began blushing furiously as he read the title. The Wizarding Guide to Better Gay Sex! The tips of his ears even turned red. "Wha… I man, What the hell! Hermione!"

Hermione looked at him intently. Even though she had only been hanging out with this new Harry for a couple of days, she knew him already and could read him like a book. This new Harry did not know just how much she cared for him, or how much it hurt to see him walk into the Slytherin Common room without her, she knew she was being selfish, because Ron must be missing his best friend, even though he was jealous of him most of the time. Hermione sighed inwardly, she knew that she had not been a good friend to Harry after she and Ron hooked up but she was going to make it up. She was going to start right now by buying this book for him. "Fine then. I'll buy it for you." She said as she snatched the book back out of his hand and tucking it in with the other books before going to the cash register with her purchases.

They were both surprised to exit the shop and see Draco and Ron engaged in a fight. "Look, you git! I don't know what you're going on about. Just shut up before I do it for you." Draco said. Not used to fighting or insulting someone unless it was necessary, he found this fight with Ron to be rubbish. In his eyes there was no point to Ron's petty attitude.

Harry watched, astounded, as the others in their party stepped off to the side. Pansy was the only one near Draco and she was only yelling at him to not fight. Ron was completely alone since even Neville was off to the side, unconsciously moving closer to Blaise and shooting Ron reproachful glances.

"What the hell is going on here?" Hermione and Harry shouted at the same time.

That startled the two boys. Ron looked a bit sheepish while Draco stood, arms crossed and still glaring at the redhead angrily over what he had said to him.

"We are waiting!" Hermione and Harry could have been a double act as they glared at the two disturbing the peace.

"The Weasel over there says that I'm trying to corrupt you." Draco said to Harry. "His insults are beginning to rub my temper raw and I guess I got a little ticked off." Draco shrugging his shoulder, not really caring at all that he was yelling.

Harry just smirked at him as Hermione went ballistic. "Ronald Weasley! What did I tell you about picking fights! Especially in public! And, there is no reason for it!" She looked and acted so much like Molly Weasley that everyone flinched.

"Look, I can't do this Herm. I have to go." He said and walked off.

"DON'T CALL ME HERM!" Hermione shrieked after him. She positively loathed that nickname.

Harry stared after Ron in bewilderment. "I'm corrupted?" He finally asked as he raised an eyebrow before starting to chuckle. "What am I being corrupted about; the art of learning to study or the art of new magic?" Harry chuckled again, not really seeing what Draco should corrupt him with.

"No. More like the Dark Arts, Harry." Pansy whispered.

Harry raised his eyebrow before snarling, "Then be happy that I don't take bad and good wizards seriously, because I see no corruption here." His expression was almost as harsh as his voice as he continued, "Who would have thought that this is what Draco is. Draco never once said anything about dark magic. Never once! We have lived together for almost thirteen years!" He shook his head and started to walk away. When no one followed him, he turned to glare at them and snarled, "Are we going, or what?"

The gang quickly followed Harry to the Three Broomsticks. Draco was just staring, not to sure if he should bring up the subject or not. Seeing Harry mad at Ron, suggesting that he was corrupting his best friend, made Draco a bit fearful to ask the boy what was going on in his head.

Everyone crowded around a small table that magically readjusted to sit everyone. "OK, who is going to get the drinks?" Victoria said smiling as she batted her eyes at Draco lovingly.

"Like hell I am. There are too many people here and one of them can do it." Draco said.

The others nodded their agreement. Victoria once again took charge, "Alright, you boys can pull straws to see who serves us ladies. Hermione, Pansy and I are out." Without any one noticing, she placed a simple charm on the straws so that Harry would pick the shorted one. Then with the flick of her wand she got rid of a chair. Pansy and Hermione both eyed her suspiciously but she just winked at them. With a satisfying groan to her ears from Harry, who had just figured out he lost, she smiled and sat back to watch the show.

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Harry piled the drinks on a tray, trying to balance them precisely so that he could carry the whole order. He managed the walk back to the table successfully although he barely missed tripping over other furniture in the room. He set the tray down and distributed the butterbeer to everyone, then looked around for his chair. "Where the hell did my chair go? Hey is there another chair around here?" He asked, looking confused. He could have sworn he had his own chair before he got up to get the drinks.

"No. Someone must have come around and took it away, Harry." Victoria said in a sickly sweet voice to him.

He sighed tiredly and looked around once more. "Fine then. Alternative seating it is." Harry said out load and plopped down on Draco's lap.

Draco's eyes widened and he automatically wrapped his arms around Harry's tiny waist. His dream came back full force just then and Draco didn't know if he was in heaven or if he had just been consigned to the lowest depths of hell. He couldn't help but clutch at the boy moving teasingly in his lap to hold him still.

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Harry growled in frustration. I just knew he did that on purpose, Harry thought as he sat on the railing of the veranda. The particular veranda he was currently hiding on, was on the second floor and could be reached by a small stairway adjacent to the Great Hall. Harry decided it would be better for himself to ignore Draco. That meant he would have to skip dinner-often.

He spun around on the railing and stared moodily out across the lawns as he began to unconsciously fiddle with the ring the doxies gave him last year. It was a strange ring and he knew it was of great significance. Something important had happened to him when he put the ring on but he could not pinpoint what it was. He thought that it heightened his heart powers but there was more to it than that. If his intuition was correct, the ring also seemed to give him and Draco a strange connection.

Harry went back to contemplating earlier that afternoon. He should have never sat on Draco's lap. Never! It had been the stupidest idea ever. Harry was still repeating those same exact words when he felt Draco's arms wrap around him. It was so stupid. He knew that the older boy was doing it on purpose to tease him.

Harry moaned silently in aggravation as he relived the torture from earlier. The silver haired boy would occasionally stroke his stomach while they were conversing. He'd had to endure two hours of no shifting on Draco lap. The other boy's hands would alternate between holding him firmly around the middle and occasionally drawing circles on his abdomen that would make his stomach clench and his nerves scream. The whole ordeal had almost driven Harry bonkers.

Harry pulled his long hair forward and started to play with it. He was frustrated in more than one way without the knowledge to ease his anxiety. The warm familiar touch of arms wrapping around his waist and a chin resting on his shoulder startled him.

Draco heard his startled gasp and said, "Boo!" in a gentle teasing voice. He could not hold back the chuckle when Harry's pulse quickened and then resettled.

"Don't scare me like that!" Harry said leaning back into Draco's embrace.

"Why weren't you at dinner?" Draco asked as he buried his nose in Harry's hair in order to smell the cherry shampoo that he was so used to.

"I just wanted to relax. It was a tiring day. Hanging out with so many people is exhausting." Harry said. He felt Draco's chest vibrate as he laughed.

"Well, just so you know, it was hard to keep up with you too. I am pleased to hear you got as good as you gave!" Draco said, not noticing the double meaning, but Harry sure as hell did.

Draco heard Harry sigh in frustration. "Hey, what's up? You know that you can tell me anything." He was getting quite concerned for his friend. He felt Harry shiver when he said this.

"You really wouldn't understand." Harry whispered.

"I wouldn't understand? What are you talking about? Of course I will." Draco felt Harry's body twist around and then he saw those breathtaking green eyes. He found himself thinking how odd it was that whenever he dreamt of Harry and himself fighting, the younger boy would have glasses on. Draco concluded that Harry looked good with out the glasses.

Harry looked at the other boy doubtfully but did not see any rejection. He moved his head closer to Draco really looking soulfully at his eyes. Then he moved in.

Draco gasped when he felt puff of air from Harry mouth. The younger boy smelt of butterbeer and toothpaste. Then all thought was lost as he felt the other's lips descend on his. He closed his eyes, peacefully feeling the tenderness of soft lips on his. He felt the other boy's body twist so they were facing each other completely.

Draco moved his hands to Harry's waist and pulled him closer, not caring that the other's legs were in the way. He felt Harry's arms move upward to wrap around his neck and murmured appreciatively. It was not until Harry swiped his tongue across his bottom lip that Draco woke up.

He literally pushed Harry away and covered his mouth with his hands. What were they doing: two boys kissing? He was kissing his best friend. It was wrong! The loving was wrong. The way it felt so right was wrong. It was all wrong and it confused Draco to no end. Draco completely forgot about Harry while all this was flashing through his mind. When he remembered Harry and looked up, ready to voice his thoughts, he got the scare of his life.

Ssss

Harry felt the blissfulness of the kiss: it was right, it was perfect, it made him feel like Sir Galahad when he found the Holy Grail. But, when he opened his mouth to taste more of heaven, he felt himself being pushed away. He remembered squeaking in fright as he lost his balance, the sensation of a never ending fall, and the deep gloom of rejection.

Sssss

Draco saw Harry fall off the railing and he cried out in despair. He looked over at the side of the railing and winced when he saw that the two-story drop had rendered Harry unconscious. His best friend was lying on the ground, unmoving. His right leg was twisted at an unnatural angle and blood was beginning to spread out around the prone body.

Draco took in a shuttering breath, already feeling the hot tears about to spill. He did the first thing that came to mind; he ran like hell. He pelted down the stairs and through the double doors, not stopping even when he heard people yelling at him to explain what was wrong. Dumbledore rising from his seat and calling to him did not stop his headlong charge to reach his friend. He fell to the ground beside Harry, wiping angry tears from his eyes, and taking great sobbing breaths of air as he checked to make sure the boy was still alive.

Still doubled over in pain, Draco laid his hand on the other boy's head and felt his healer's magic well up and begin to work. He gritted his teeth in agony as the grating noise of bones realigning could be heard. Eventually, his magic died back to a tingle and Draco opened his eyes hoping to see Harry healed and ready to stand up.

He was greeted by the sight of eyes still closed. Harry's chest barely moved and his breaths were more of an irregular hitch than an actual breath. Once again terrified to the point of hysteria, Draco picked up the lighter boy and clutched him to his chest as he prayed to whichever deity was out there that he would wake up.

It took Draco a second to stand and readjust Harry in his arms before moving as fast as he could toward the infirmary. He ignored everyone gawking at them as he made his way up to the third floor. Whispers from those wondering why the boy was sleeping in his arms did not faze him. Draco did not even acknowledge the crowd following him as he quickened his already quick pace. He knew that there was only one place to go- the dreaded white room.

He burst in screaming for Madame Pomphrey to come. The nurse bustled over to him, peering quizzically at his distraught state. All she saw was Harry Potter sleeping in his arms.

"Harry fell off the railing." Her eyebrow raised in question. He continued, "The one near the Great Hall. I healed every thing I could but his head is sill bleeding." Draco could feel the sticky warm liquid soaking into the arm and front of his robes and it was making him decidedly ill.

Madame Pomphrey nodded jerkily and levitated Harry out of his arms and onto a bed. She remembered he was there well into the diagnostic spell and managed to wave him off with a, "This will take awhile, Mr. Malfoy. You may come back to check on Mr. Potter after dinner. You should get out of those robes and let the house elves clean them."

Hours later, Madame Pomphrey collapsed into a chair beside the patient's bed. Harry Potter had almost died that time. If Draco Malfoy had not healed what he could before moving him, the boy would be dead.

Meanwhile, Draco was back and had taken up residence in front of the nurses office. He was pacing back and forth mumbling too low for anyone to make out what he was saying as Harry's friends looked on. There was quite a crowd today. Along with Hermione, there was Ginerva Weasley, Looney Lovegood, and several of his year mates. Unfortunately, there was also a half-crazed Snape and a completely crazy Parkinson there and they were both ranting at him for being stupid enough to move a body that was already injured because he could have caused even more damage due to paralysis.

Draco completely ignored them. He was too caught up with having him mind constantly rewind on him. The pictures of them kissing, him shoving Harry, then Harry falling was like going from bliss to hell in .07 seconds. He kept repeating his mantra, "He can't die! He won't die. I got him in time." Draco had to believe, 'I got him in time'.

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Draco was in such a hurry to get to Harry when Poppy finally let him see him that he practically apparated into the room. One look at him and she handed him a calming potion before letting him ask any of the questions he was bursting to ask.

"Is he awake yet?" Draco asked hopefully.

Poppy smiled sadly. "He had a pretty bad blow to his head. I don't think he will wake up today, maybe tomorrow. He should sleep the night here where I can watch him."

Draco nodded. "Then I will too." He completely ignored any protestations Poppy might have wanted to voice. He took the seat she had so recently vacated and settled in for the duration. Lights out brought Poppy out of her office once again to try and persuade Draco to return to his room. He was having none of that and remained firmly attached to the chair beside Harry's bed.

Around eleven o'clock he fell asleep and began dreaming of gentle kisses and hot searing pain flowing through his body. He awoke just after midnight and realized something else had changed. He had grown a good seven inches and he now towered at the heght of six feet seven. Moving his head to have a better look at his new body he realized his hair was now parted to the side and laid softly, and a little messily, around his ears. His eyes had gained the intelligence of a sixteen year old.

Confusion regarding where he was swamped him for a moment before he remembered that Harry was in hospital and he was there beside him. Pomphrey said Harry would probably wake up soon and that was what kept Draco beside him. It had been months since the accident and Draco had not left Harry's side except to use the facilities

Draco shook his head to clear the fog formed from sleep deprivation. He was going to enervate the boy himself if something did not happen soon. Idly he reached a hand over and moved Harry's bangs from his eyes then softly caressed the boy's long hair.

Draco took in the younger boy's beauty, Harry was now six feet tall, not unusually tall, but good enough to suit Draco's own height. Harry desperately needed a haircut now- his hair reaching a shocking four feet long. It would almost swipe his knees when he walked. Draco desperately longed to see if Harry's beautiful green eyes had changed with age. Would they glow a darker green as they radiated sheer intelligence and determination which was so much a part of the boy?

Impatiently, Draco lightly shook Harry's arm, trying to see if he could wake the sleeping boy. When there was no response, Draco sighed and started to talk. "Are you ever going to wake up? I'm going though a lot of crazy feeling here and need some help. Like for example, there is the fact that I feel like I should be hating you but instead I feel like-like I love you. I wish you would wake up. Please? It's been so long. I know I haven't been the best of friends. I always took advantage of you." His voice caught slightly before he continued. "I'm sorry I made fun of you. And, I'm sorry for a ton of other things that I did not know I did. I just …" Draco's breath and words hitched here, "I need you to wake up please. I've never been so confused in my life." He brought his head down and kissed the slack lips. He just knew everything would be better if Harry would only wake up so they could be together again.

((To make this make sense, I'm going to start part 1 of chapter 12 here and then the next post would be of chapter 12 part 2.))

Chapter 12 part 1

The early morning rose and Harry groaned in despair, the light burnt his over sensitive eyes, and the white room was not helping him ether. He felt like shit and there was a horrible pressure on his chest. Harry groaned again and attempted to move his head to look down and saw a head full of bright silver hair, and the other day or at least what he thought was the other day filled in though his mind, he remembered the kiss and Draco pushing him away and the consuming pain that engulfed him. He groaned when he felt his heart sink in dread, the reaction was worse then he thought. It almost killed him. He moved gently a hand to the one he loves head and stroked it lovingly, loving the feel of the silver stands baby soft feel.

The blob on Harry's chest groaned and stood erect after noticing that Harry was awake. Wiping the morning crud from his eyes he blinked owlishly at Harry and almost squealed in joy. Except that is not how a Malfoy works. So, he settled for a smile, a very secretive smile, the one that he only ever shared with Harry and no one else.

Harry returned his smile while blushing.

"You scared me. You have been out for a long time." Draco said as he tried to sort out what he really wanted to say to the lithe figure in front of him. It was amazing some of the thoughts that were filtering though his mind.

"I'm sorry. You aren't still angry with me are you?" Harry asked delicately.

"You should be the one who is angry with me, not the other way around. I did push you off the balcony even if I did not intend to." Draco said seriously. He was appalled that Harry would think that he was angry with him in the first place.

"Oh." Was all that Harry could manage. He still felt ashamed of himself and unaware that Draco was watching him, Harry began to mentally berate himself while banging his head for being so stupid! 'I should of never done that, it was so stupid! Besides, it is only a crush and I can get over it. Now all I have to do is repair our friendship.' Harry thought curling his hands in a fist and twisting the sheets into a ball.

Draco watched as Harry mentally harangued himself and allowed the famous Malfoy smirk to appear. He'd had a lot of time to think about that kiss and he knew exactly what to do to get Harry out of the rut he was in. Leaning in, he gently pressed his lips to Harry's and made the other boy's eyes widen considerably. "Sorry, couldn't let you do anymore damage with your self-analysis before I got a word in edgewise." Draco murmured, smirk firmly in place and more than a little proud of himself for causing the flush which had just engulfed the younger boy's body.

Draco reached for Harry hand and squashed it. "I've had a lot of time to think about what you did. I was angry at first and thought that it was really wrong. Then I began thinking about how I felt seeing you lying there on the ground after you fell and the only thing on my mind was to help you because I can't see my life without you. Damn, I sound like I'm asking you to marry me."

Draco grinned when Harry flashed him a shy look then lowered his eye lashes again. "But then, we have been close for so long that it would make sense for us to take this next step in our relationship, you know. I'm quite out of character here , but I think we should give it a go, don't you?"

Harry smiled brilliantly. "Yeah. That would be great." He whispered

(( Whaahahah, that was great finally some slash, since I was being so pressured by others cough cough prisssesspeppercough

So yes I dedicate this chapter, obviously to my beta (thanks beta you rock!) and to all the people who where encouraging me for slash, so this should satisfy your tastes, that is in till they turn back, god it going to be funny

So how do you think pansy will react, or Hermione better yet Ron! I would like to know what my loyal fans think that they would do, if I find it funny or interesting enough I might add it in…..so everyone review please…….and yes thank you reviewers for all your lovely reviews!

Andi