Title: Complicated

Author: Morbid Romantic

Genre: Romance/Humor

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: -mumbles- I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the related characters...-rolls eyes-

A/N: Right. This chapter contains a large scoop of fluff. But don't worry. It's all made up for in the next chapter. xD I'll upload THAT tomorrow.

"..Tell me, why do you have to go
And make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated,
Life's like this
You fall, and you crawl, and you break and you take what you get,
And you're turning into
Honestly you promised me
I'm never gonna find you fake it..."

-Avril Lavigne (Complicated)

Chapter Three: This Kiss, This Kiss.

I dash up the remainder of the stairs leading up to the Astronomy Tower. My breathing coming in ragged gasps, merely because I've ran all the way from the common room in the dungeons. Reaching the door, I throw it open, letting the cool air caress me. I let out a sigh, my eyes drifting towards the sky. The stars are laced peacefully in the sky. Slowly, the torment I'm feeling starts to leave me...

"You!" I suddenly hear a familiar voice hiss out. I let out a moan and hang my head. Why me?

"What the hell do you want?" I say in irritation, I spin around to face the disgruntled Potter who stands behind me. He glares at me.

"I wanted to get away." His glare intensifies. "Now, if you will please leave..."

I let out a bitter laugh, my nerve endings raw from all the sexual tension coursing through my body.

"Me? Leave? Honestly, just because you lived, doesn't mean you can boss others around, you egotistic bastard!" The words leave my lips in a low snarl. Potter steps back, as if he's been slapped.

"Fine then!" He says, regaining some of his composure, yet unwanted hurt also making an appearance on his face. "I'll leave then..."

I open my mouth to let out a 'Good!', when something stops me. He turns around; shoulders sagged as if an invisible weight were pressed upon them.

'Stop him!' The foolish part of my mind screams. 'Don't let him go!'

'Stop him? Are you raving? Why should you stop him?' The rational part screams back. 'Let the ignorant twit go!'

"Potter!" I cry in exasperation. He turns around; eyebrows lifted slightly, green eyes suspicious. "For the Goddesses sake..." I continue, "Don't be such a drama queen. Stay."

"Really?" He asks, green eyes look me up and down.

"Yes." I hiss through bared teeth. He allows a smug little smirk to show on his face.

"Good." He stalks past me, heading towards a corner. He sits down, body rigid, green eyes a mask of strength. It all suddenly hits me then. He's not who he's pretending to be, far from it.

A week ago, when I thought of the name 'Harry Potter', I always though of the Golden Boy. A pillar of strength loved and adored by all. A spine of steel that could go up against anything, never breaking, never bowing to pressure...

But now, I see differently. It's in the way he carries himself, the way he throws his head back to let out a false laugh. He's trying the best he can to hide all his pain, his weakness.

A part of me I don't care to name, sends a feeling of warmth throughout every fiber of my being. I stand by the door, watching him slowly lean against one of the stone walls. The stars and moon give enough light to illuminate him to where I can see, but not enough to where I can see through the shadowed mystery that encases him in its embrace.

I slowly and silently drift over to his side; I sink down next to him, careful not to make contact with his flesh.

"Why are you up here?" He suddenly asks. His voice is hoarse, twinged with the effort to hide inner pain.

"To get away." I whisper, and then let out a small laugh. "It's been a hell of a week."

He lets out an amused 'heh'.

"Why are you up here?" I dare to ask.

He looks over at me. "To get away." He whispers. "It's been a hell of a life."

The feeling inside of me intensifies. I can feel my eyes shine over with tears. Such a simple sentence, such a brave confession.

"You know," He says, drawing me away from my thoughts, I blink back the tears, then move my eyes to his. "Last week, when you I thought of the name 'Draco Malfoy', I thought of someone completely different, then who I see before me now. It's strange how people can put off such a false facade..."

I knew that sentence was meant to sting me, to wound my pride and make me fly towards him with fists and wand raised. But it didn't. In an odd, twisted way, it touched me.

My eyes drift back to his, and I see the need to hurt, the need to love mixed up in them. I also see a need in them that I would love more then anything to take care of...

I can feel my body shifting towards his. My tongue dashes over my lips, which have suddenly gone dry. My eyes shift down his face and towards his own lips. Like a magnet, I am drawn to him.

I slowly press my lips against his, surprised to feel them move against my own. Just a fraction of an inch, and I want to give myself to him completely...the feeling scares the hell out of me.

I move my arms up and around his neck, the pleasure of feeling his flesh against mine is almost too much to bare. I move my tongue over his bottom lips, seeking entrance. His mouth opens, then...

I feel the fist connect with the side of my jaw, and everything goes partially black.

TBC