Disclaimer: JK Rowling my dears, JK Rowling.
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Responses to Reviewers:
Runey: I want to get this up as fast I can as well, trust me! It takes a while though, cause it needs quality and an interesting plot too.
Dirty dancer: Yeah, you probably read the first chapter before it got beta'd, so that's why you've seen it. There were some changes in the dialogue, so it's somewhat different now. There will be more dirt to come in the last chapter, so you'll definetly get more of that:
Truth: Thanks, you'll see a lot of interesting things happen, particularly in the last two/three chapters. There's an unexpected ending, but I definetly do hope you'll stick around! I decided 4 reviews was good enough, I just couldn't hold myself back from updating. :P
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WARNING! Character death in a later chapter. This story also contains SLASH! First couple chapters have moderate language. If you don't approve, don't read. That said, I hope you enjoy the story.
Kisses Were Never Meant to Hurt Ch. 2
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Harry woke up the next morning wrapped tightly in the scarlet comforter that covered his bed. He yawned, and moved closer to his pillow. It was a Saturday, and he was just about to call over to Ron and wake him, when a thought struck him: Malfoy. "Holy hell," thought Harry, "I met Malfoy last night..." The memories of the previous night were flooding into his head now, Harry throwing dirt from under his invisibility cloak, Malfoy finding out it was him, them having a conversation, and then Malfoy removing dirt from Harry's arm unexpectedly. What confused Harry though, was why he was touched. Why did Malfoy care to brush off the dirt? Why didn't he smirk and make nastier comments than he had? Why didn't Malfoy get disgusted at the thought of even remotely brushing against Harry? And why, what went wrong in Harry's mind to make him enjoy being touched by his second biggest enemy?
"Whatever it was," thought Harry, still slightly confused "whatever made me like the gesture, wasn't real. It was late at night, I was tired, and I don't even remember going down to the lake." But in truth, he remembered it all. Convincing himself otherwise was not going to work."But god, the sensation – no." Harry cut his thoughts short. This wasn't going to happen. He got up and went to the bathroom, taking his clothes for the day with him.
Breakfast was enjoyable, despite the fact that Ron couldn't keep his hands off Hermione. A food fight erupted at the Gryffindor table when Seamus attempted to enchant Dean's cup so it would keep refilling, but he failed terribly causing it instead to explode into an upwards waterfall, showering them both and staining their robes. As soon as Dean threw that first muffin, the rest of the house took it as an invite to pelt Seamus with whatever they could get their hands on. Harry found it particularly amusing when he flung raspberry pudding up into the air and it landed smack on Colin Creevy's head. Needless to say, Colin was not happy.
Ron had attempted to ask Harry where he had gone last night; he swore he saw him leave. Harry of course, denied leaving at all.
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Malfoy's morning was nearly as eventful as Harry's. He had slept in, until 10:00. He would have slept later, but was interrupted by an annoyingly loud bang that almost gave him a heart attack. He snorted with laughter when he looked over to his left, where the noise had been – Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe seemed to be glued the ceiling by the soles of their feet, and trying desperately to reach a plate a of steaming bacon that was just inches from the tips of their fat fingers. It was a sad sight really, two of the largest students in Hogwarts, being stuck up there and deprived of breakfast. About 10 seconds later, Blaise Zabini walked out of the bathroom towel-drying his hair. "Why good morning young Mr. Malfoy, I see you have taken the opportunity to sleep in as well." His voice mocked that of a polite mansion butler. "Yeah yeah… how long have those two been up there?" Malfoy pointed a finger at Crabbe, who now had given up on reaching the bacon. "Oh, I'd say a good thirty minutes, though I just added the torture about 30 seconds ago. And they still don't seem very motivated to get at it," Blaise replied proudly.
Draco Malfoy wasn't listening, however. He was now running his hands through his hair, as what seemed like rough brown dirt came tumbling out. "Oh shit," thought Malfoy angrily. "Potter. The lake. Potter. My hair. Invisibility cloak. Potter." Why he was worrying himself however, Malfoy didn't know. The fact that he had gone down to the lake and met Harry there didn't bother him the least bit. It was the fact that he had willingly helped Harry. This was huge, this was a huge problem, Malfoy decided. Maybe Potter thought he was trying to be friendly with him, maybe he thought he even fancied him. And then there was the initial shock that this had even popped into his mind, and then that would prove to be an even bigger problem then a misunderstood friendship. "Oh SHIT!" Malfoy half-shouted out loud. "WHAT!" hollered Blaise, startled. "WHAT'S WRONG?" He threw open the hangings around Malfoy's bed, and became confused. "What happened?" Blaise asked again, in a rush.
"I forgot to use conditioner last night." He tried to look disappointed, but Blaise just sighed, rolled his eyes, and closed the hangings. "So what if I fancy Potter?" Malfoy fought back in his mind. He accepted it. He had readily accepted it since fourth year. But the fact that he accepted this attraction so easily, made him question his own sanity.
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For the rest of the day, Harry's mind was cluttered with thoughts about the previous night. He wasn't exactly sure why, but every time he thought about the conversation with Malfoy, he felt what he referred to as 'unneeded affection,' followed by confusion. Finally at dinner, Ron made an effort to find out what was bothering Harry.
"Harry, what's up? You've been too quiet today…" "There's no way in hell I'm telling him," thought Harry.
"It's nothing, I'm just a bit confused on Flitwick's assignment that's due Monday." Ron gave Harry a sympathetic look, and sighed loudly.
"It's a girl, isn't it?"
"Yeah, that's it, I'm having a baby," thought Harry angrily. He knew he shouldn't be angry at Ron, but he couldn't help feeling a bit on-edge about everything lately. He got up, and told his friends he was going to study, which they did not believe at all. "Harry, really… where are you going?" Hermione had put on her 'you-could-get-in-a-lot-of-trouble-if-you-go-somewhere-you-shouldn't' face, but Harry wasn't clear on whether or not she really was as worried and serious as she looked. "I already told you and Ron, Hermione, I'm confused on Flitwick's homework assignment. I'm going up to get it and study." He walked away without waiting for a reply, and made for the Gryffindor common room. Harry climbed the stairs into the boy's dormitory, and opened his trunk. He took out his black leather tote bag, which was filled with various inks, parchments, quills, and all of his dreaded assignments. He carried his charms book under his left arm, and decided his next destination was the library.
He settled down in a comfortable chair with what looked like several promising titles to assist him with the remaining questions on his parchment, and immediately felt drowsy watching cold rain fall outside. Harry took a deep breath, and let his head rest on the back of the chair, a book now open on his lap. Before he knew it, he was asleep.
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Harry awoke with a start as his chair was roughly shoved to one side. He looked down at his parchment and was about to whip out a quill and start writing, for he had realized it was now 7:36 and he only had one more hour before the library closed for the night. The only thing stopping him however, seemed to be the fact that his chair was now several feet from his bag, and there was somebody using one of his quills. Without permission. Sitting across from Harry, was none other than Draco Malfoy, who apparently had helped himself to some of Harry's things.
"What are you doing! You didn't ask to use those!"
"No Potter, of course I didn't ask. You were asleep, probably dreaming about how you were winning some fancy quidditch tournament, I didn't want to wake you. Your ego's big enough, too." Draco Malfoy was the last person Harry expected to be sitting across from him, using his things. He would have thought Malfoy to be disgusted at the sight of them. Harry looked around; there was hardly anybody else in the library, except for some first years sitting by the fire socializing.
"What are you doing with them anyway?" He asked, trying to make sure Malfoy hadn't jinxed them to attack the next user.
"Well, the last time I checked, quills and parchment were used for writing. You may have some other uses, however…" He gave Harry that famous 'is-there-something-you'd-like-to-tell-me?' look.
Suddenly, Harry burst out with something Malfoy wasn't expecting.
"What happened last night?"
"Potter, you make it sound like we screwedSay it like a normal person would."
"Ok Malfoy, what went on last night when we met at the lake, and didn't try to kill each other?" Harry hoped he would get something of an answer. There was a pause, Malfoy seemed to be thinking.
"I don't know." His voice was a great deal quieter, it even sounded gentle.
"Neither do I, it's been making me think all day long."
"And that's such an accomplishment on your part." Malfoy's voice was back to its familiar sarcastic tone.
"It was odd, that's why I asked. Normally you're spitting out insults before I can even look at you."
"That's really sweet Potter, you look at me?" Malfoy had always enjoyed being smart with anyone and everyone.
"Don't flatter yourself."
"I don't know what went on," Malfoy finally said, "and I regret saying this, but you're a lot better one-on-one than you are with your friends with your friends." Harry couldn't believe it, was this the first time he had heard a compliment come out of Malfoy's mouth? He had never known him to hold a civil conversation before.
Harry took a deep breath.
"You're beautiful I hope you know."
There was no confused expression, no smart retaliation, and nobody became enraged. There was just a rush of white-blonde hair against chocolate-brown, and the first simple kiss.
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A/N: Your opinions please. I feel I just jumped to quickly into the conversation, let me know what you think and what you think should be changed if so. I knew what I wanted in this chapter, I just didn't know how exactly to get to it. Shorter than the first chapter, I know, but hey, at least you didn't have to wait a month for it! It's revised, and beta'd, so it probably won't be changed unless you guys think I could do better in the conversation section and kiss.
And when I say give your opinions, I mean it! I also mean it when I say tell me what you think could be changed or edited. I want this story to be successful and make people happy. You won't have to wait forever for the third chapter, I SWEAR, and it will be a good deal longer. Besides, I'll have my H/D slash inspiration music to listen to, which incase you're interested, is 'Fumbling Towards Ecstasy', by Sarah McLachlan.
Hope you liked it.