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Breakfast was nearly over but the blonde hadn't appeared downstairs yet. Molly was getting nervous and slightly annoyed at this so she sent Harry upstairs to get him out of bed. When he arrived Harry saw the blonde standing in front of his mirror with a towel around his waist. He'd just taken a shower and was applying lotion to his arms, his white hair hanging down, dripping a little.

"Err, Malfoy?"

"Potter!" Malfoy whirled around at the sound of his voice. The blonde looked rather surprised and slightly peeved at the interruption from the golden boy.

"Breakfast is pretty much finished and Mum Weasley sent me to get you, since we hadn't seen you this morning or anything." Harry explained what he was doing there, averting his eyes quickly from the half-naked Slytherin in front of him.

"What'd you look away for savior?"

"I-well-you're-uhm-I-naked-you-uhm-I," Harry stammered, blushing.

"Hmm, something you want to say Potter?" Malfoy took a few steps forward, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Ehhhm...you're just naked is all," Harry said, biting his lip and keep his eyes turned away.

"No I'm not, I have a towel on. Besides, we're both boys, it's not as if you've never seen a penis before," Malfoy said, smirking at the Gryiffndor's obvious discomfort.

"I'll just go, I mean, you should –uhm- finish getting ready," Harry moved to leave.

"Wait Potter, come back in and shut the door," Malfoy instructed him. Not really knowing why he did this, Harry complied.

"What did you need Malfoy?"

"You've been acting a little...how should I say this? I've felt you looking at me, I can see it in your eyes whenever we look at each other. I don't know what it is, but it's there," Malfoy said, he kept his arms crossed and his voice gave off nothing but curiosity.

"I don't know what you-re talking about Malfoy," Harry said, still not looking at the other boy.

"Look into my eyes Potter," Malfoy commanded. Harry turned his head and their eyes connected.

Immediately Harry sensed his heart ache, like someone had gripped his chest tightly. The gray eyes looked as surprised as he felt, Malfoy must have felt it too.

I've always hated him, what is this feeling? It isn't hatred, I know that. But...

Harry didn't finish his thought, because he felt himself walking towards the blonde. The closer he got, the more his heart ached. Every muscle wanted him to simply touched the blonde, in even the slightest way.

The blonde's arms dropped to his sides and he walked forward too. Neither had blinked or looked away that entire time.

What was this?

When they met in the centre of the room, just a few feet apart, Harry thought he might just die from whatever was making him so desperately need the blonde across from him.

It was Draco who made the final move, he reached out and took Harry's hand, and pulled him close. He pressed his bare chest against Harry and their foreheads touched, their noses touched. Harry tilted his head slightly to the side and pressed his lips flat against the blonde's.

The ache in his heart was immediately replaced with an incredible elated feeling, he'd never felt such happiness or freedom. Harry closed his eyes and gave up to that feeling and he sensed Malfoy press himself closer. Their fingers entwined and Harry's other hand reached around the blonde's waist to secure him in his place. Malfoy's hand slid up Harry's arm to his hair, where he tangled his fingers and pressed Harry's lips more firmly to his own.

The room grew warmer and the water droplets running down Malfoy's neck from his hair evaporated, the few candles around the room lit themselves. A wind carried through the room from no where, swirling around the two kissing boys. It picked up papers from the desk and carried them to the floor, it swept through the hangings around the bed, making them rustle. Magic rushed from them into the room, through the cracks in the walls and it filled the house.

The kiss was broken when air became desperately important, the wind stopped suddenly when their lips left each other. As Harry pulled back to look into Malfoy's eyes, he saw confusion and possibly fear in the gray eyes.

"What was that?"

"I-I don't know."

Downstairs they could hear the Weasleys and Hermione asking what had happened. Foot steps signaled someone was coming upstairs. Harry and Draco pulled apart from each other, each immediately felt the strange ache again but kept their distance, putting on faces as if they'd been arguing.

"Boys? Are you two okay? Did you feel that strange wind?" Molly asked, opening the door.

"We didn't feel anything," Malfoy said, sneering at her.

Molly gave him a look and was about to say something when Arthur called the Dumbledore had arrived. She immediately left, looking rather concerned as to the reason for the visit.

Harry glanced after her and then back at Malfoy. The blonde frowned and nodded to him, as if to say "go see what it is." Harry smiled slightly and went after Molly. He reached the bottom of the stairs and saw Lucius Malfoy standing there next to the HeadMaster.

"-don't you insult me in my own home," Arthur was saying as Harry appeared.

"Is that what you call this dump? Give me my son and I'll be going," Lucius said, glaring at Arthur.

"I'm afraid that the Ministry said Lucius has rightful custody of Draco until September when he goes to school. He must go with his father," Albus nodded solemnly. Molly and Arthur exchanged worried looks but nodded.

"Harry dear, could you go tell Draco his father is here and he is to go with him?" Molly asked him, she looked sad really.

Harry nodded mutely, worried now what would happen to the boy he'd just shared an amazing kiss with, a kiss that filled the Burrow with wind and magic. He returned to Draco's room to find the boy dressed and putting on a necklace.

"Hey," Harry walked into the room and felt that ache again.

"What is it?" Draco felt it too but didn't show it, something was wrong downstairs.

"You're father is here, you have to go with him," Harry said, his worry evident.

Malfoy nodded and flicked his wand at his things. They flew into the trunks, then he changed the room back to what it had been and Harry felt the finality of the action. He was leaving.

"Will you be okay?" Harry asked.

"Yes...but...wait, what are we Po-Harry?" Malfoy asked. Harry felt some sort of warmth when the blonde said his given name, like they were closer than before. Harry ran a hand through his hair and took a few steps into the room.

"I don't know, I actually haven't got a clue as to how I actually feel about you, escpeially after whatever that kiss was...I, I'll have to talk to you at school. You have to go right now," Harry said, looking back at the empty doorway.

"It'd be to dangerous to owl in the next few weeks. So, at school," Malfoy nodded.

"Yeah, at school," Harry agreed.

Malfoy seemed to hesitate for a second before he walked over, stood on tip-toe to close the small space between their lips and kissed Harry briefly. Relieving both of the pain for a few seconds.

They pulled apart and Malfoy walked past Harry, his trunks floating behind him.

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It wasn't until the Hogwarts Express that Harry felt the strange ache again, it'd stopped after a few days. But now, three weeks later, it was back and Harry wanted nothing more than to see that Slytherin Prince at that moment.

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AN: YAY! Reviews please...I gave you what you wanted, sorry it took 13 chapters.!

Hey, tell me if you want me to go back and make edits to previous chapters, I'm considering adding more foreshadowing to this event as well as taking out some of the spazzy details and working more on the reactions of people to Draco's rape...tell me what you think!