Disclaimer: Woman in Britain…. Makes a lot of money…. Known as JK Rowling, whom we all worship for ever inventing this story called Harry Potter.

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Responses to Reviewers:

Dirty dancer: Yes, the whole 'hurry up and get it over with' feeling during the kiss was what I was aiming for. And don't worry, you'll be getting your 'bratty mischievous' soon enough :) To the last question you asked, yes, there is significance towards the fact that Draco does not like to be touched, and it will be explained in the last chapter.

Darker Image: Here it is! There'll be action later on, trust me. Probably both kinds of 'action,' too, since I assume that's what you were hinting at. ;

Kozie: Thanks, glad to see you like it still.

Dray's Girl: Can't say I know what a UD is, but I am glad to know you like this story.

Thank you all for reviewing; it always makes me smile to see another email notification that contains a review :) Inspiration is a must.

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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. 3

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The two boys pulled away, each of them astonished at what had just happened. It was only a minute ago that they had been smarting off at each other, and then suddenly they're kissing? There was something wrong.

Draco had been the first to back off. He had also been the first to move forward. The library seemed suddenly quieter as he started at Harry, who blushed and fumbled with the quill in his right hand. Draco wasn't sure what to make of his feelings now. They'd seemed so… normal before.

Harry's mind was racing, and he couldn't exactly read the expression on Draco's face. It looked like confusion, sprinkled with wonder, and maybe even a bit of aggravation? Harry felt a mile away. Every vein in his body seemed to be pulsating with emotion, wanting more of what he had just experienced. Was it his own words that had driven Draco Malfoy to practically lunge forward and kiss him?

Harry needn't wonder any longer. Malfoy broke the ice with another one of his unexpected kisses. He stepped forward again and kneeled down, but this time it was Harry who decided to take over. He slid his hands behind Draco's neck, fingers entwined in his hair. The pale face was being pulled in, until their lips met. Draco fought for control, and Harry did exactly the same. Both boys were close to sitting on each other now, tongue and lip, tongue and lip, tongue and lip, moan for more. They released, breathing hard.

"I thought you told me not to touch you?" Breathed Harry, leaning back in his chair.

"I never said you couldn't kiss me, Potter. How many girls have you been with?" Malfoy sat back onto the floor, leaning on his hands behind him. Harry was reluctant to answer this question, whereas he had only had one girlfriend, and Draco probably had dated many.

"Well?" Draco cocked his head sideways a bit, still staring into Harry's emerald green eyes.

"One. You?" Harry figured he'd ask anyway, since the subject had been brought up and he didn't want to look shy.

"More than that, Potty. Would you like me to show you what gets their attention?" Malfoy's eyes gleamed mischievously. Harry would have accepted the invite gladly, had it not been that Ron Weasley entered the library and strode right over to where Harry and Malfoy were sitting.

"Harry, what have you been –" his jaw dropped in surprise when he saw Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sitting together, the blonde's right hand twirling the end of Harry's robes. Ron's face grew red in anger, as he aimed a yell at Harry, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON!"

"MR. WEASLEY! LOWER YOUR VOICE AND WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE OR I SHALL BE FORCED TO REPORT YOU TO THE HEADMASTER AT ONCE!" All three boys ignored Madame Pince as she hollered from the other side of the library and Malfoy smirked at the group of socializing first years who immediately left the library. He and Harry knew they had witnessed the whole thing.

"Much surprise then Weasel? Never known your best friend to hang out with a sworn enemy?" Malfoy leaned in to Harry, right hand now snaking up the side of his robes.

Ron pointed a shaking finger at Malfoy, glared, and hissed "You." He then took three steps toward Harry, now completely enraged, and took out his wand. "And you." He pointed it at him. "How could you…. WHY would you… what the bloody hell… Hermione… I'm telling… damn, Harry… DAMN YOU!" Ron yelled those last two words, strode away in a huff, and nearly missed a book that had just been jinxed to fling itself toward the back of his head. Madame Pince was furious, as she strode over to Harry and Malfoy, who were now the only ones in the library.

"Such language, such LANGUAGE!" they heard her muttering angrily under her breath. "Boys, I'm afraid it's time to leave now, oh yes, the library is closed and I have a horrid headache. I do apologize for the interruption, but Mr. Potter, next time you see Mr. Weasley, tell him he is not allowed in this library for the remainder of this semester." Harry nodded aimlessly, and watched Madame Pince walk away rubbing her head. "Should be a year I tell you, you're always too slack on the discipline Edna, Argus says… oh dear me, I am too slack…" she was muttering to herself again.

The only thought in Harry's mind now was 'Oh shit.' Ron wanted to kill him. He sunk back into his chair, and watched Malfoy get up.

"Malfoy… why… why did we kiss?" He wondered aloud.

"Because we wanted to. I wanted to. And you're damn good for only having had one girlfriend. Christ, Potter." Malfoy sighed and ran a hand through his white blonde hair.

"It wasn't because of what I said earlier?" Asked Harry, genuinely wondering if Malfoy had meant it.

"What did you say earlier?"

"I said you were beautiful."

Malfoy thought for a moment, looked down at the ground, and then back at Harry.

"No. Nobody's ever told me I was beautiful. Such a sissy thing to say, really. But you can't say you didn't like it." He smiled seductively.

"No, I can't say I didn't like it." Harry stood up and looked him in the eye. He noticed Malfoy was about 3 inches taller than he was. "Where is this taking us?" He asked, trying to be serious. It was all frighteningly sudden. 'Fuck, it didn't even have to be sudden,' Thought Harry. 'this is slightly frightening either way.'

"Okay, look. Forget my shitty attitude during the last three years; erase that from your memory. It was just because I –"Malfoy was cut off by a call from Madame Pince.

"Boys! Now! LIBRARY IS CLOSING, I HAVE A HEADACHE."

He sighed.

"It was because I fucking fancied you, alright? Like a little girl in second year."

"But the first couple years here you meant to be an asshole?" inquired Harry, smiling somewhat.

"Yes, I did."

"BOYS, NOW!"

"Bitch." Malfoy said defiantly.

"I'm confused. So you hated me, and then didn't hate me, and now you more than like me? What the hell?" Harry shook his head and scrunched his eyebrows.

"Pretty much."

"Well then, that solves everything now doesn't it…"

"Look Potter, I'm just as confused as you right now. All I know is... well, I don't know, but… all I know is I'm sorry for being so horrible to you. Shit Potter, you're a good person," said Malfoy quickly, secretly hoping somebody would say that to him.

'This is just too weird…' Harry thought. 'Somebody's got to be trying to put me under some sort of curse…"

"THAT'S IT! I'M CALLING ARGUS FILCH TO PUNISH YOU BOTH!" Madame Pince sounded on the verge of a mental breakdown and a heart attack.

"We'd better go –" Harry said as he rushed to shove everything into his bag and flung it over his shoulder.

"Right –" Malfoy handed him a quill he had dropped. "And Potter, don't forget what I just said to you. Meet me here tomorrow night, I'll explain as best I can –"

"Argus, ARGUS!" They heard Madame Pince's desperate calls.

Malfoy left the library, practically running, and Harry followed, turning down the corridor towards the stairs that lead to the Gryffindor Tower. Malfoy had just been too nice… Harry shook his head. He had at least seemed honest though. Harry definitely had some questions for him tomorrow night, however.

He laughed aloud to himself when he heard the anguished cry of Madame Pince, after realizing the boys had just left and she had missed the opportunity of punishment to last a lifetime. 'That woman needs an anti-stress potion,' he thought, now realizing how incredibly tired he really was. Harry yawned and stepped onto a moving staircase. He'd deal with Ron in the morning.

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As soon as Harry set foot inside the common room, he was knocked against the wall by a very painful punch to the jaw.

"RONALD!" He heard somebody squeal, as he sank to the floor rubbing the bruise that had already started to form. Hermione had shoved her way past Ron, who was glaring daggers at Harry.

"Harry! Don't mind him, he's just –"

"Mad?" responded Harry, in pain.

"Mad enough to kill you," growled Ron.

"But you WON'T!" Hermione shot one of her 'just stop before you get ahead of yourself' looks.

"But you KNOW what went on! I TOLD you!"

"And I don't exactly agree with Harry's actions, but I'm not plotting his murder either!"

Ron looked even more outraged at this statement. "YOU SHOULD BE! THEY WERE TOUCHING EACH OTHER!" Hermione grimaced slightly, but helped Harry up.

"I've had enough of this. Goodnight." Harry sighed loudly and walked briskly up the steps toward the boys' dormitory.

"I'm not sleeping up there tonight, I hope you know," said Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes. She didn't know what to make of this whole situation.

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News of Harry and Draco's 'meeting' in the library spread quickly that morning, as apparently the few first years who'd been there the previous night told all their friends. Draco Malfoy was in a foul mood that morning.

"Did you hear?" he heard what looked like a third year telling her friend, "Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are dating!" He scoffed at this, and realized in panic that if news could spread like this at Hogwarts, news could spread like this anywhere. His heard sank at the thought of his father finding out, and suddenly didn't have the appetite for breakfast anymore. They weren't even dating, but if his father found out they had even spoken civilly towards each other, he would be at Hogwarts in a split second beating Draco senseless. 'Shit, shit, SHIT,' he thought angrily. He had hoped those days were over.

He spun right around and started walking back to the Slytherin dungeons. What would be so bad about dating Potter? "Damn homophobes," Draco said aloud to himself, "always have to ruin everything."

"Right you are Mr. Malfoy," Draco heard a cold voice behind him, and he spun around to see who it was. "And even though you are my favorite student, I have just informed your father of what seems to be a rumor that you and Mr. Potter were seen, ehm, kissing last night in the library. Needless to say he will not be proud."

Draco Malfoy had never felt such hate in his life.

"You what!" He almost lost his breath.

"You heard me," stated Severus Snape.

"But you… WHY?" yelled Draco again.

"No need for that tone of voice, Draco," reprimanded Snape, "The fact that you two were seen even speaking kindly to eachother simply gives Slytherin a bad name, that's all. You know we don't have the time to befriend people with disgusting lineage. And it doesn't do well for the Malfoy reputation, to be dating the infamous Boy Who Lived."

Everything turned upside down on Draco, and he started again towards the Slytherin common room, only this time at a run.

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A/N: And so we shall find out what happens with Ron and Harry in the next chapter, what happens with Draco and his daddy, there will be some explanations on Draco's part as well. This has really turned into a D/H fic, not a H/D, so screw it. D/H is even better :) And there'll be some of your most wanted 'action' in the next chapter as well. As always, let me know your likes and dislikes.