A/N: I'm really proud of me for getting this chapter done. I was all stressed from school, and them my computer began to be mean to me, and then last weekend my house almost burned down (circuit stuff)…so that sucked. But I did finish this chapter! Yeah! Hope you all like it! Oh, and I'm trying to figure out how many people are reading this story or have it on their favorites list, so could you please review! If I knew more people were reading this, I would most likely put out chapters more. I love my fans!

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CHAPTER 4: LEAN AGAINST ME

All eyes in the Great Hall, student and teacher alike, were fixed upon the Slytherin sex god. Draco Malfoy was standing in the middle of the hall, watching the door in which Harry Potter had just left through. Whispers broke out suddenly.

I didn't know Malfoy was gay!

Is he?

I think he is!

Oh my god!

He wanted to fuck Potter?

Are you sure he's gay!

Yes!

Draco snapped out of his trance, his eyes darting around at the occupants of the Great Hall. They were watching him, whispering to their neighbors about him, scrutinizing him. Draco liked being the center of attention, but not in this way!

'Potter…' he thought, his head facing the door to the Great Hall. Without another glance around him, Draco walked quickly, yet still in a dignified way, to the door. He opened it and walked out, murmurs following him until he was at least two hallways away.

It was then that Draco heard the laughing. Following it, he rounded the corner to an entertaining sight. Harry Potter was leaning against the wall, clutching his side, and laughing. His glasses were slightly askew in front of closed eyes. Draco stared at him; crossing is arms and tapping the toe of his well-polished shoes on the marble floor. Harry looked up and saw Malfoy standing not that far away from him. He burst out into laughter again.

"What is so funny, Potter?" Malfoy questioned him.

Wiping his eyes, Harry smiled at Malfoy, a true smile of happiness. "Oh…nothing."

"Nothing my ass!" Draco snapped. "What the hell are you playing at? Why did you do that in the Great Hall? How did you know I was gay? AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL LAUGHING!"

Harry had, in fact, started to giggle again when Malfoy began to grill him, but he had snapped his hand over his mouth hoping the blonde wouldn't notice. He was not laughing now, but staring at Draco incredulously. His arm dropped back to side. Draco glared at the large, green eyes.

"What?"

"You're…gay? You mean…you're actually gay?"

Draco froze. Potter didn't know? But…then why did he…? His eyes met with the raven-haired boy's again, and just caught a strange flicker in the ivy pools. He smirked. It was his turn. He took a stepped toward the Gryffindor, his eyes narrowed. They were now face to face, Harry's back to the wall, Draco standing right in front of him.

Potter's eyes were wide and sparkling. They were confused and fearful. Draco smiled wider. He pushed hands to either side of Potter's head, and leaned it, their bodies brushing slightly. He heard Harry take a breath, slow and steadying.

"I thought you knew, Potter."

Harry grimaced. "What? That you're a fag? I knew that, but I didn't know you were gay."

This comment stung Draco, but he didn't let the pain show. He just leaned it farther, closer. "Well…what do you think?"

"What do I…"? Harry repeated, closing his eyes softly. Draco could see them flicker as his breath his them. He was winning.

"What do you think," he said, "about me…being gay." Draco pressed into the boy. Harry arched away from the wall and into Draco.

"I…I…don't…"

Draco smiled and brought his lips within centimeters of Harry's. "Then don't think." He murmured. Harry licked his lips, and they brushed against Draco's. Taking the advantage, the Slytherin bent his head and landed his soft lips on Harry's.

Ocean green eyes flew open, and the-boy-who-lived began to shake underneath Malfoy.

'What are you-" he began, but was cut off when Draco's tongue slipped into his mouth and began to knead on his own. The other boy's body was resting on him, and Harry felt like he was going to fall. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and stood up straighter, only to have sinewy limbs wrap around his back.

Their tongues danced together, memorizing the other, leaving, then returning for another taste. It was dangerous, but neither cared. Each refused to let the other take control, both fighting for the power. They finally broke apart, gasping for breath. Draco let go of Harry, who leaned back against the wall.

Draco fixed his robes, then wiped his mouth with his hand. He smiled at Harry, who was staring at him with eye glazed over. A low laugh came from the Slytherin, who then turned away from Potter. He walked down the hall, green eyes on him the whole time, until he disappeared around the corner.

A second later, his head reappeared, to wink and whisper two words to the startled Gryffindor.

"I win."

He disappeared again, missing Harry's smirk.

'Oh really?' he thought. 'We'll see about that.'