Just as soon as it had begun, it was over. Harry felt himself overcome with stupidity as he waivered with shock.

Breathing rather hard from the lip-lock, Draco stepped back a few inches and stared just as startled at the brunette.

Harry gulped, slowly regaining his composure and focused his eyes upon the boy who's lips had done this to him. He blushed and quickly looked to the ground, not knowing what to do with himself now. Hastily picking up the blanket from where he had dropped it, Harry squirmed in his skin."W-why...?"

"Because.I..I don't know.." Malfoy answered barely above a whisper.

Harry nodded, strangely satisfied with this response. He felt awkward just standing there like an out of place birch in a stretch of sea. Especially after what he had just experienced with the flustered blonde. "I-I better..I better go.."

"No..Look, I'm sorry, Potter..I shouldn't have done that. Don't leave because I'm a bloody git." Draco replied quietly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Harry didn't know what to do. So many thoughts were running through his head, one in particular, which had the voice strangely similar to Ron's, was why he wasn't beating Malfoy's face in . He SHOULD be, right? Its what he WOULD have done if Malfoy had dared kissed him any other time..But why wasn't he angry like he should be? It didn't make sense.

"Stay, ok? I promise I won't ever touch you like that again..I justneed to talk," Draco mumbled, looking at the bewildered look on the brunette's face.
"Honest..I just want to talk..."

"Alright," Harry muttered." Just talk.."

Draco sat down on the roots of the tree next to him as Harry settled upon the folded blanket, a foot away from arm-reach of the Slytherin.

"I'm sorry I did that, Harry..I don't know wha-"

"Forget it, alright? I set myself up for it, suggesting it and all," Harry replied, the silky easiness of his voice lost.

Draco frowned. He hated how the kiss had made Harry, all awkward and distant from him now. But he didn't want to have to regret it. In all honesty, he had liked it...But from the look of confusion and anger still in Harry's clouded eyes, Draco knew he would have to forget the kiss, no matter how much he didn't want to. It was the right thing to do.
"Well..Want a Fizzing Wheezbe? I still have some from today's Hogsmeade trip."

Harry reached over and plucked one from Draco's palm, sliding off the colourful wrapping and popping it into his mouth. He chewed quietly, staring at the ground as Draco put the rest away in his pocket.

"So, go to the game last week between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff?" Draco inquired innocently.

"Yeah," Harry answered.

"See that play Connor tried to do?"

Harry chuckled," Yeah, who didn't? He was all over the place."

Draco smiled,encouraged," I know. It was simply awful. I felt almost sorry for him."

"Ha, I doubt that..But he WAS pretty pathetic. Its a wonder Hufflepuff ever wins any games with chasers like those," Harry said, plucking at tall blades of grass covered with ice.

"Honestly. I don't know why they even try half the time.. They scrape by with Ravenclaw, get smashed by Gryffindor and demolished by Slytherin ..I honestly don't know how they find the courage to keep playing year after year,"

Harry laughed lightly again, twirling his finger around a frozen bit of spider's thread," You got to hand it to Hufflepuff..They're notorious for their resilience."

Draco nodded and gazed over at the brunette,"You think you would've gotten sorted into Hufflepuff?"

Harry snorted looking up," No way. I mean, I had some of the qualities, but no..."

"Were you a shoe-infor Gryffindor then?" Draco questioned.

"As a mater of fact, no..I could've easily gone intotwo of the fourhouses," Harry answered.

"Really?"

"Yep...More one than the other," Harry mumbled.

"Which one?"

Harry shifted, looking up at the blonde," Promise not to tell anyone?"

Draco nodded and crossed his arms.

"Well..The Sorting Hat actually wanted me to go into Slytherin..If I hadn't asked it not to, I'd probably be in there right now," Harry said solemnly. Shifting his eyes back up, he was startled to see Draco looking so amused."What?"

"Saint Potter was supposed to be a SLYTHERIN! Bloody 'ell! That's front page Daily Prophet stuff!"

"Don't you dare, Malfoy, or I swear I'll kill you," Harry said firmly.

Draco laughed, disbelieving," I can't believe this...HARRY POTTER, meant to be a Slytherin, narrowly escaping his fate by a mere brush of luck."

Harry fumed silently," Oh, shut up already..I'm bloody well GLAD I didn't end up in Slytherin."

Draco rose a brow," Why?"

Harry smirked," Their Quidditch team BLOWS."

Draco shot out of his spot and began pounding into Harry's arm playfully. The Gryffindor cracked up as they rolled around, play-fighting. Just as Harry's cold hand had grabbed onto bare flesh, making Draco gasp at the freezing sensation, a sudden boom made the two of them tumble off eachother and look up at the sky.
Almost immediately, a heavy sheet of icy cold raindrops started to flood down upon them. Harry quickly snatched up his bag and blanket.

"Ah! Lets get out of here!" Draco shouted over another thunder clap and flash of lightning.

They started to sprint towards the castle,becoming unbelievably soaked. Knowing he couldn't make it the whole way without his muscles stiffening and a nasty cold being caught, Harry grabbed Draco's arm as a streak of lightning briefly ignited the area. Spotting a very small shed not too far away, Harry drug the baffled Slytherin in that direction.
Malfoy caught on quickly at seeing it beneath a blink of lightning, and rushed towards it like his life depended on it. With a mighty shove, Draco burst through the door, which Harry hastily shut behind him before any gusts of water got in.

Both panting hard and drenched from head to foot in absolutely freezing water, they gazed around the room. It had to be no bigger than the smallest and most basic of tool sheds. A few brooms were hanging on the wall overhead as several odds and ends occupied a small worktable.
Harry peeled off his cloak, somehow even more soaked underneath it. Draco plucked two brooms from the wooden wall and allowed them to hover infront of the boys. Each draped his cloak, sweater and socks on the long aged rod, nudging it to hover above the workstation instead of on the dry floor.
Harry pulled over a very rusty looking cauldron and took his wand from his back pocket. Muttering a spell, a bright ball of fire leapt from the tip of his wand and ignited into a raging fire in the old cauldron.

"Brilliant," Draco commented, spreading Harry's soaked blanket over the table before drying it instantly with a charm.

"Why don't you do that to all our robes?" Harry inquired, taking the blanket and spreading it on the dirt covered ground infront of the fire.

"Alright," Draco replied, performing the charm on each piece of their robes, including the ones he himself was wearing. He had turned to Harry when the boy jumped back a little nervously.

"N-no, I can do it myself," Harry mumbled. And In an instant he was dry.

The two sat down on the blanket, socks now on numb feet. They hadn't put on their sweaters since they had used them and the cloaks to prevent drafts from coming into the tiny shack.

"You wouldn't happen to have any of that cocoa left, would you?" Draco asked, rubbing his hands furiously infront of the fire.

Harry reached over and searched through his bag, pulling out the thermos. He poured himself and Draco a mug, both sipping it silently in the shadow of the crackling flames. Harry watched them, absentmindedly brushing the edge of the mug against his lips without taking a drink.
Draco looked over after awhile, noticing the Gryffindor clearly off on some other world. He couldn't help when his eyes fleeted down to watch the full lips touch the dark wood of the mug so teasingly, as if they couldn't decide whether to kiss it or not. Quickly, he tore his eyes away before Harry noticed.

What was he doing? Why couldn't he look at Potter normally anymore? Oh Merlin, why did he have to kiss him?

He let out a soft gasp as he felt Harry's shoulder come in contact with his. Looking over, he saw Harry's eyes still staring blankly at the dancing flames, apparently unaware that he was slowly leaning into Draco.
He couldn't stand it, it was taking everything in him not to do anything. He was so close.

Draco shifted his arm, making Harry slip a bit. His attention jerked back to reality with a blink, and a blush quickly swept into his cheeks as he movedawayfromMalfoy.

"Sorry.." He mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Its ok," Draco replied." Um, Potter...?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Look, I need to say something," Draco muttered.

Harry nodded.

"I don't regret that kiss. Infact...I liked it I liked it ALOT and its not like I haven't been trying to forget it and all..Its just that, well, I can't...I don't know what that means," Draco said in all a rush.

Harry kept his eyes glued on the tips of the orange and red fire, not trusting himself to look or do anything else," Me either..."

"But I want to find out.."

Looking over cautiously, he met with the cool grey eyes, a shiver rushing over him," Draco, I-"

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it too. I know you did..I could tell.."

Harry hugged his knees tighter against himself, scared of where this was all going." So?"

"So...I want to know where this leads me..Us.You want it as much as I do, I know you do Potter. " Draco muttered softly.

Harry looked away to the fire again, frowning hard in confusion. He did want it, but...It wasn't right...He wasn't...He couldn't let himself give into Draco...He just couldn't-

Before he could finish his thought, a pair of warm, soft lips touched his cheek, light as a feather. Harry let out a shuttering breath, looking over to see Draco's face so close. He could make out every fleck of colour in the irises of the boy's eyes, every detail of his rosebud lips, a spray of light freckles across the bridge of his nose, the soft look of his skin.

Letting his body move of its own free will, unable to control it any longer, he reached up and dragged trembling fingers down thatskin . Draco wasn't really pale now that Harry had an up close look of him. His cheeks were rosy as the rest of his skin had a very healthy glow about it, the fire throwing shadows upon the boy's neck. Draco moved in and laid another one of his feathery kisses on the center of Harry's jaw, then another halfway down his throat, and another on the dip of his neck, each time coaxing out a shiver from Harry.

The blonde smiled at the reaction he was weaseling out of the Gryffindor, liking how the boy was trembling in his arms.

Suddenly, Harry leapt to his feet and stumbled back against the wall," No.No..We..We can't do this..No.."

Draco frowned, a little hurt showing in his eyes," What? But I thought you liked it. "

Harry crossed his arms and looked astray, his body continuing to shake from what Draco had started in it," That's not the point. Its..Its WRONG, Malfoy...I'm not-"

Draco slowly got to his feet, approaching the scared brunette.

"No! S-stay..Stay there..Don't get close," Harry stuttered, looking almost frantic with confusion.

Malfoy moved in a few more steps, easily slipping his hands onto the boy's waist," Its ok, Harry...I'm scared too.."

Harry looked up into the blonde's eyes, feeling his heart about ready to plunge from his chest," But..I..I don't..."

Draco planted an ever so soft kiss on the corner of Harry's mouth, making yet another shutter emerge from the sleek frame."Don't what?"

"I don't...Don't want to be confused," Harry mumbled, trying to keep his eyes open and resist the conflicting urges raging on the inside.

"Then don't be," Draco said simply.

This time when Draco moved forward, Harry didn't bother to pull away. The fruits of his labour were the splendid sensation rushing from his lips. At first they both didn't move, afraid of what movement would awaken inside them each. But unable to be satisfied with simply touching only his lips, Draco reached up and rested his hand on the other boy's shoulder.
Almost as if a floodgate had been opened, the two moved in a fluid-like motion, compared only to a majestic river. Harry ran his hands up the smooth fabric of the back of Draco's shirt as he leaned backwards into the wall comfortably.
The Slytherin leaned into Harry, filling in any gaps that were once there. Draco let out a small gasp as a warm wetness lined his lips,easing them apart before a silken tongue entered his mouth and danced with his own. His hands moved down Harry's sides and over his hips, enjoying the vast difference between his strong, powerful thighs to those of a slender, delicate girl. Draco snaked his hands around the back and slipped them into the back pockets of Harry's trousers, grabbing onto the firm bum beneath the cloth.
The brunette let out a low groan, kissing Draco more urgently. Their tongues darted around eachother's mouths as Harry wove his fingers through the boy's hair, enjoying the fine feel of it, as if it were unravelled silk. Harry's other hand roamed around the curving back and over the broad shoulders.
It was beginning to be too much for him, he needed more. So, slowly sliding his hand around to the front, Harry began to push each button out of its hole. Draco pulled away.

"Can I?" Harry mumbled, gazing directly into grey eyes.

Draco nodded slightly, watching almost mesmerized as the raven-haired boy resumed undoing his white shirt. As Harry reached the last one, he leaned back in and devoured the blonde's pouty mouth.
Easing the shirt apart, Harry reached up and tentatively touched his first taste of a boy's skin. His fingertips burned where they touched patches of forbidden flesh...It felt so good...It felt so wrong...