Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy.

Author's note: I've recently been inspired by someone. As a result I have been writing like crazy. This is just a short product of my inspiration.

Last Saturday

The soft glow of the fire forms a halo of light around Draco's blonde hair as we sit in my darked room. We face each other each sitting indian sytle on my bed. It's late at night, maybe early in the morning. There isn't a clock to be seen. I am asking him questions, tons of questions. Nothing that makes since, nothing that seems to have a point. They don't have a point.

I am upset though. I am upset because I am afraid. I am afraid of what he will say about last week.

We kissed.

We more than kissed we made out. We made out for a long time.

But then he played it off like everything was normal and just followed his lead. I can't keep following his lead though. I realized something this week. I realized that I like him. Yes, I, Harry Potter, like Draco Malfoy. I don't really know how long I have, but I know that I like him now.

I also know that I have to ask him what last Saturday meant. I have to know why he kissed me. But when I try to ask that isn't what comes out of my mouth.

What did last Saturday mean to you?
"Why are you here?" is what I say out loud.
"Because I'm your friend."
What did last Saturday mean to you?
"Why are we friends?"
"Because I am completely irrisitble and you can help, but want to be friends with me." He says with a smile. Normally I would smile back, but my troublesome thoughts won't allow it.
What did last Saturday mean to you?
"Why?" He gives me a weird look.
"Because I'm the devil."
What did last Saturday mean to you?
"You don't seem evil enough to be the devil." I say to him. My voice is emotionless just as it has been the whole time.
" What's wrong?"
What did last Saturday mean to you?
"I'm thinking?"
"What are you thinking about."
Last Saturday.
"Shouldn't the devil be able to read minds."
"I don't think so."
"If you're really the devil you'll be able to read my mind. Go ahead try."
What did last Saturday mean to you? What did last Saturday mean to you? What did last Saturday mean to you ?

"We've already been through this. I can't read minds."

"Then you must not be the devil."

"What's wrong?" He says as he lays his head on my shoulder.

What did last Saturday mean to you?

A tear slips from my eye as I push him off my shoulder. I take a deep breath.

What did last Saturday mean to you?

"Why are you here." No wrong question. Wrong question.

"You already asked me that. Can we go to sleep now?" He asks laying his head on my shoulder again.

"No." I push him up and there are more tears.

"What's wrong."

Deep breath.

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Because I like you." I watch slightly shocked as Draco begins to turn his head away from me. However, before he is able to I do what I have been dying to do since last Saturday. I catch his lips with mine and kiss him. I kiss him to let him know I like him too. I kiss him to let him know how crazy I've been all week. I kiss him because I love the feel of his lips on mine. Because I have forgotten the way he taste.

I kiss him. I kiss him again and again and again and again.

When we pull apart I ask him one more question.

"What are we going to do?"

He kisses me.

"I don't know."

I kiss him.

Then he asks me a question.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

I don't even have to think about it. I've known the answer since last Saturday.

"Sure."

And then I kiss him.

I love kissing him.