Oh, to get involved in the exchange of human emotions

Draco watched, uninterested, as Hagrid kept jabbering something ridiculous and utterly useless about their subject of the day: Billywigs. Draco had no illusions that the big oaf wasn't going to open their cage soon enough and let the blue pests attack his students. A billywig's sting makes a person levitate, Draco knew that much, no thanks to his professor, who obviously thought that any negative aspects of his precious babies weren't worth mentioning. Draco had his wand at hand, ready to make a hasty retreat back to the castle.

What he really wanted to do, though, was look to the other side of class where he knew one Harry Potter was standing. But he didn't, because every time he did, Harry would quickly look the other way. Draco wasn't sure if it was a good sign or not.

It's funny how at night time, when everything is dark and your brain is obviously still in dream land, kissing your school rivals seems like a good idea.

Although Draco couldn't quite claim that he was regretting it. He had never kissed a guy before, but he had always wondered about it. He had decided not to act on his impulses because if word got out, it could have been potentially damaging to his future.

'Right, what future?' he thought bitterly. That was probably why he had done it. If he had a 'to do before one becomes a Death Eater' –list, kissing Harry Potter would have been on it.

Draco let out a long sigh. He would have to talk to Potter about it. To trust blindly that the gryffindor wouldn't tell anyone, would be very un-slytherin of him.

Draco knew that Harry was already at his usual place in the alcove. He could hear the gryffindor breathing. Draco hadn't said anything when he had come in, but he presumed that Harry knew he was here too. Harry usually didn't stay this late. Draco was pretty sure Harry hadn't left yet because he was trying to avoid facing him.

Finally Harry emerged from his entrance and looked right at Draco for the first time since last night, and Draco suddenly forgot he had wanted to speak to him. He just watched silently as Harry walked carefully past him and out of the room.

"Shite" Draco cursed quietly when he realized what had happened. He got up and ran after Harry.

"Potter, wait" Draco called out when he saw Harry walking in the corridor.

Harry turned around and his eyes widened almost comically. Draco had an odd feeling of déjà vu when he ran up to the other boy.

"Can I talk to you, in here, please" Draco asked, while gesturing towards an unused girls bathroom. Draco had heard it was inhabited by a annoying ghost, but it was unoccupied when the two boys walked in.

Harry walked to the middle of the bathroom and turned around. He lifted his eyebrows questioningly at Draco who was standing by the door.

Draco cleared his throat. "So, I'm sorry about..." Draco was searching for words. "About kissing you." It wasn't quite what he had wanted to say, but it would have to do at the moment.

"It's okay" Harry answered.

Draco wasn't sure what to make of Harry's answer. Did he mean that he didn't mind that Draco kissed him, or that he didn't mind Draco kissing him, or that he did mind, but he forgave Draco anyway? Draco knew he should just get on with it and ask Harry to keep it between them, but his curiosity got the best of him.

"So, what did you think about it?" Draco asked carefully.

Harry blushed quite spectacularly. "It was fine, I guess" he answered with a smaller voice. "I'm really no expert, but..."

That was really not the answer Draco had been waiting for. He couldn't prevent a smile forming on his lips when he said "No. I mean, what did you think about me kissing you?"

"Oh that" Harry chuckled a bit at his mistake, but became serious after that. He drew a deep breath before speaking. "Kissing me, it's not a problem, but... I really don't... I haven't..."

Harry became noticeably irritated at his own stammering. "Look, I don't want to have sex, you know, here and now... with you."

'Whoa! Where did the sex come from?' Draco wondered in his mind before he realized what Harry had actually said.

Draco guessed he hadn't managed to keep the hurt from showing in his face because Harry continued quickly "No, I don't mean you you. Just you, somebody I don't know. I'm sure it would be nice to..." Harry absentmindedly motioned to the two of them with a to-and-fro movement with his hand to explain himself.

"I'm sure of it too" Draco commented amusedly.

Harry blushed again. "Nevertheless, I'm gonna have to decline. I don't want to be doing that."

Draco thought a moment about what Harry had said.

"But the kissing was okay?" he asked. Harry nodded, but looked a bit unsure. "So, can I kiss you again?"

Title of the chapter from Human Behaviour by Björk

A/n: And I'm off to celebrate the midnight sun...