Harry walked to the painting of a bowl and fruit, he paused to tickle the pair and then entered, clutching the paper from Draco. Inside he seated himself at the small round table before the fire and waited only for a second to ask for a cup of cocoa and some éclairs.

"Here you is going sir," a small-headed house-elf set the things down and left.

He sat there for a moment, contemplating what the paper could say. Something to do with responsibilities to the Wizarding world? After about a half cup of cocoa, Harry unfolded the sheet and began to read.

Harry,

I'm writing you this note at 2.42 in the morning. I got home about an three hours ago from a really bad opera in Berlin. It was about a girl who feel in love with her banished sister who'd come back dressed as a guy. Her sister was back to kill their father so she could return except then the girl walked in on the murder and then screwed their banished brother who was dressed as a women and who'd killed the sister dressed as a man. What a surprise it was to the girl, expecting your savior's vagina and ending up with your brother's penis.

It's August 27th by the way so you don't think I wrote this last night or anything. I don't know if I'll ever give this to you, I hope I do since I'm planning to say something important to you.

We kissed.

This stuns me in so many ways, I never thought of you as anything but my school nemesis before this. I don't think you ever thought of me as anything more, at least you never showed it. I'm writing this and I feel like my heart wants to break, it sounds sappy and weak and wretched I know, but it does. I don't get it and it kind of scares me but it's there. It's what made me kiss you and at first I thought that was all it was. But it isn't. I've been thinking non-stop about you and the more I think the more I want you.

It's addictive Harry. I've never liked anyone before, ever. Liking you is addictive. But you have to know that I'm still a Malfoy and that's a complex thing. I'm supposed to marry a pureblood witch Harry. I'm responsible for carrying on the most ancient of wizarding lines and if I fall for you what can I do? Whom do I betray? You or my ancestors? Is there some middle ground I'm missing? Is there some way out where I can do everything? I wish there was.

I also wish that all this didn't sound like the babbling of a twittering love-sick school girl or an angsty sap. This is very new to me Harry, kissing you and liking you. But I don't really care right now...all I care about right is you.

Draco

Harry stared at the sheet for a moment. Reading the last paragraph over again he felt his own heart clench at the word love. Is he in love with me? Harry thought, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped slowly with the possibility. Am I in love with him?

"Harry?" Hermione was standing just inside the door with an empty plate, her eyes were wide and staring at him oddly. The Gryffindor jumped and blinked at her for a second.

"Hey herm, how are you?"

"I'm fine Harry, you looked like you were going to scream though. Are you okay?" Hermione walked over and sat next to him. Harry blinked a few times again and shook his head. Hermione looked at the note and raised an eyebrow, she reached out for it but Harry ripped it away from her.

"Why are you down here?" He asked, stuffing the note into his pant pocket.

"I was returning the plate Ron and I had gotten meat on for Care of Magical Creatures, we're feeding Richoflumps today. What was that paper?" Hermione frowned, looking over her friend.

"Nothing," Harry answered a little too quickly.

"Let me see then," Hermione held out her hand.

"No 'Mione, it's none of your business."

"Where have you been all day?"

"Watching Gryffindor Tower to make sure the Slytherins don't break in," Harry answered defensively.

"That's absurd, I but a hex on the portal so no Slytherin could enter, it they did they would have been turned gold."

"Good thing I stayed since it didn't work," Harry mumbled, sipping his cocoa.

"What was that?"

"Nothing Hermione."

"No, you said something, what was it?"

"Nothing Granger, lay off would you? Your like a nagging fly with a paranoia complex!" Harry stood up and walked out in a rush, slamming the door behind him.

Outside he ran right into Ron who was standing just outside.

"Hey mate, you look peeved, what's up?"

"Nothing, Hermione's being unreasonable and nosy," Harry shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

"She's always like that mate. Why so high-strung?" Ron asked.

"I'm not high strung, just restless."

"Okay, how's the watch on the tower going?"

"Fine, nothing to report," Harry answered. He shrugged. "I'm heading back there, see you later."

8 8 8 8 8

"So, how'd it go with Hunky McHunkHunk?" Blaise asked, blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke into the air.

"Harry? It went fine, we kissed, we were interrupted by Dumbledork, McGonagall and Snape though. Headmaster had Srene come and they said Harry and I were a Match."

"A whu?" Blaise asked.

"A Match, the magic in our blood is tainted and when we touch it acts up. That's really all they said. Rather cryptic really." Draco took the drag away from his friend.

"A Match?" Draco inhaled on the cigarette.

"Yes, a Match." He spoke and exhaled the smoke.

"Weird," Blaise frowned and took another drag on the Wizard cigarette he was sharing with Draco.

"It is-was-will be. I'm not sure what tense to use anymore," Draco sighed and reached for the bottle of Whiskey they were also sharing, sitting back to back on the floor of Draco's dormitory.

"Why?"

"What the said was weird, what I feel is weird, what happens will be weird. It's all fucked up right now." Draco took a swig from the bottle.

"Not as much as it could be."

"How could it get worse?"

"You could be in love with him."

There was a silence.

"You're not in love with him are you?" Blaise asked, his voice sounded with worry.

"I don't know."

Draco felt stunned, unsure and a little light headed.

YAY!

AN: okay, people are asking about the title of Chapter 18 (Kissing! It makes you pregnant) wull my sister and I have a joke that we say kissing makes you pregnant and I put it in there…

But this will NOT be mpreg, sorry, they will have children together but neither will be carrying the child. That will come later though. I hope you liked the chapter, sorry about the title of 18 and the confusion it brought. hides face in shame

review please!