"Is persistence your greatest asset, Potter?"

Deeper than he remembered, more grown up, but still vicious and slightly bored. Harry felt anger boil up inside him and he turned around.

"That and my skill with a wand."

Draco stood before him, clothed much like Harry, except he wore a white shirt instead of light blue. His hair was no longer sleeked back but hung just above his eyes and curved around his ears. He was taller than Harry, but leaner, like he hadn't been fed. Harry had muscles; he trained to become what he was.

A smirk played on the pale lips of the last Malfoy. "Clearly."

"You look tired Malfoy, you been running from me?"

The smirk grew to show white teeth. "You are rather hard to run from, but eventually I had to…ah…face the music, as it were."

"Hope you enjoy music, because you're going to get an earful, I DIFFINDO! /I " Harry bellowed, pointing his wand at Draco. But with a mere flick of his own, Draco repelled it.

"Come on, Commander, you can do better than that."

Harry growled and aimed his wand at his stupid smirk. "CRUCIO!"

Once again, Draco repelled the spell, but he stumbled backwards.

"A little better, but you don't put enough hate into it. But isn't that what you feel towards me, Potter? Hate? Or…or is there something else?"

Harry stared at him, his wand raised. "What…shut up! CRUCIO!"

This spell hit Draco a bit better and he fell back against a cubicle door and onto the shower floor. He looked up through his ruffled fringe, still smiling. Harry stepped closer, breathing heavily. This is the moment; I've waited two years for this.

He fired another pain spell at Draco and watched him squirm on the wet floor, but it just didn't make him feel better.

"Why don't you get it over with, Potter?" breathed Draco, the smile no longer on his face.

"I've waited a long time for this, and I'm not about to do it quickly," replied Harry. Draco made to reach for his wand but Harry stepped on it and snapped it in half.

Draco growled lowly. "Destroyed another thing I cared for, Harry, well done, well fucking done."

For a second, Harry felt a pang of guilt, but it was dismissed quickly when Draco kicked him in the leg, causing him to fall painfully against the cubicle wall. He felt a fist hit his stomach and soon found out that Draco wasn't as weak as he looked. Harry rugby tackled Malfoy so he slammed into the wall and then punched him across the cheek. Malfoy grunted in pain and then grabbed Harry's wrists, holding his hands away from his own face.

"This brings back memories," said Draco, his tongue darting out and licking the blood off his lips.

"Apart from its different now, we're not in school, you don't have a teacher watching your back or your father to wipe the dust off you," growled Harry.

Draco's expression turned to anger.

"I find it almost amusing, Potter, that you can mention someone you killed without even flinching, much like a former master of mine."

"Don't you dare compare me to Voldemort!" Harry yelled in his face. With a burst of energy, he wrenched his wrists free from Malfoy and put both hands around his neck. Malfoy began to choke and his pale face grew paler as his struggled for breath. His fists flayed out and hit Harry square in the eye. Harry was glad he had magically restored his vision otherwise he'd be blind in his right eye. Draco grabbed Harry's hair and dragged him around so now he was against the wall.

"You fight like a girl," said Harry, his voice gruff.

Draco shrugged and from his back pocket he pulled out a small pen knife. The blade flicked up and he pointed it at Harry's throat.

"Does this seem familiar to you, Potter?" he spat. He pressed his body weight against Harry so he couldn't struggle.

This isn't supposed to happen, I'm supposed to kill HIM! Thought Harry desperately.

"Defenceless, just like my father, my mother, my family…"

"I did not kill them-"

"Like fuck you didn't! You ordered it Harry! You ordered the complete wipe-out of Death Eaters and everyone who had something to do with Him! You had them killed in their homes, when they were grieving over a great loss!"

"They were all murderers!" yelled Harry. "Sick people who enjoyed torturing the innocent just to prove a point to a stupid fake lord-"

"He was not FAKE!" roared Draco and he thrust his head forward, hitting Harry in the forehead.

Harry cried out in pain and was about to retaliate when he felt the blade next to his Adam's apple.

"So do you believe they didn't deserve death?" he asked Malfoy, ignoring the blinding headache that had started in his forehead. "Do you believe they should have been left soulless? Or just let free, to kill and maim others?"

A look of bafflement crossed Draco's face. "They wouldn't harm others…"

"Oh yes they would. You don't know…you've never killed, have you?"

Draco snarled slightly but then shook his head.

"No…no, but once you have, its so much easier to do again. And you know its bad but…it's the easiest way to get rid of the people you hate."

"You may have hated them, but I loved them. You left me parentless, Harry, you left me alone."

Harry could see tears appearing in Draco's grey eyes. They looked kind of blue this close up.

"Your Lord did the same to me…"

"So does that make it justified? I had no say in that!"

"But you laughed about it. Then you – and I know it was you – had them kill Ron and Hermione's parents, just because they were close to them! Because you knew I would see that as my fault! You knew!" yelled Harry, he could feel tears in his own eyes well up and he hated it.

Draco's tongue darted out to lick the blood on his lip again. A tear ran down his pale cheek.

"We're both wrong…either way we've both been wrong," he said in a quiet voice.

"We were both played by the same person. But he's gone now, if you come quietly I won't kill you," said Harry.

Draco laughed and held the knife tighter. He leaned closer, so close that Harry could feel his hot breath on his face. "You're in no position to say that, Potter."

Harry could feel his cheeks reddening slightly as Draco's body pressed against his.

"You going to kill me, Draco?" he asked.

Draco leaned towards his ear and whispered Harry's previous words, "Oh no, I've waited a long time for this, and I'm not about to do it quickly."

Harry could feel his breath in his ear and it tickled. Draco's hand was on his shoulder and Harry realised that his arm was wet so he could make out the Death Eaters mark. Harry grimaced and felt slightly faint as blood rush to two parts of his body. He heard a chuckle in his ear.

"I knew there was another reason you wanted to find me, Potter," hissed Draco and he pressed his lower body harder against Harry's, so he could feel his sex against his own.

"There isn't," Harry said, reassuring himself more than Draco.

Draco faced him and Harry saw a huge grin on his face. "Something tells me otherwise."

Harry didn't know how to reply. He suddenly felt very hot and very confused. He came here to kill this man and somehow he had gotten into a situation where he was so close he could smell Draco's breath and he had a knife against his throat.

"We'll get you eventually, Draco-"

"Oh shut up, Potter. All this hard talk, you're just a little confused boy. And lonely, I could see that the first time I saw you."

Harry stared into his eyes, which were so close he was almost cross-eyed. He felt like he was being x-rayed, and yet he didn't seem to mind.

"We're so alike, Potter. We both feel like outcasts, forced into something we didn't want to do and then left by the people we cared for." Draco was talking in a voice just above a whisper, his eyes studying Harry's face. "Nothing seems to satisfy. Do you get headaches too, Harry? That's the hole in your soul, where everything leeks out and bad things get in…"

Harry frowned. "You're mad."

Draco smirked and brushed his lips against Harry's damp cheek. "And you're not?"

Harry almost laughed. He remembered being called mad when he was at school.

"All the way through Hogwarts we were waiting for something exciting to happen, and now its happened, and we're not full. What left is there to wait for?"

"I'm waiting for you to drive that knife in my neck," said Harry, a smile playing on his lips. He could feel Draco smile against his cheek.

"So am I…"

He kissed Harry's lips hard, almost viciously and Harry heard the knife clang against the tile floor as Draco dropped it. It would be the perfect moment to pick it up and stab Draco, but he couldn't do it. He could remember years ago when Cho had kissed him, and even though he had liked her, he had still been disappointed. And though he liked Ginny a lot, he always felt odd when he kissed her, like he was violating the rules. She was like his little sister… But right now, as he felt Draco's cold lips press against his, he felt…satisfied.

Draco pulled away, frowning ever so slightly.

"I don't understand you," said Harry, pushing himself into a comfortable sitting position.

"No, neither do I," said Draco, folding back his sleeves absentmindedly.

"You hate me, you've always hated me, is this some kind of sadistic torture to you?"

"There's a thin line between hate and obsession, Potter," said Draco, moving back towards Harry.

"O-obsession?" repeated Harry.

"You know how boys often bully girls because they fancy them?"

Harry nodded, then something clicked in his mind. "Y-you fancied me?"

"No. Well, I didn't know back then." Draco was focusing on the buttons on Harry's shirt, undoing them slowly.

"You're lying…you're…this is mad – I'm not gay!"

A loud laugh echoed out of Draco's mouth that made Harry jump. He stared at him bizarrely.

"You're really freaked out, aren't you."

"I think I have a right to!"

Draco's face turned to annoyance and in seconds he had the knife back in his hands and it was against Harry's chest.

"Stop acting like you didn't expect something like this! You're so-"

"Don't tell me what I am! Its you who's fucked up!"

"I am not-"
"You hate me and yet you won't kill me! If you're going to do it, DO IT!"

"You can't kill everyone you hate!" replied Draco.

"That's rich, coming from you!"

Draco snarled quietly. "You're still pathetic, Potter…"

"And you're still a dickhead."

Draco leaned over and kissed Harry, and this time Harry replied eagerly. He could feel Draco's hand run over his chest, around his hips and onto his lower back. Harry lifted his hand to Draco's hair and was surprised at how soft it was. Harry had never been kissed like this. He almost jumped when he felt Draco's tongue in his mouth. But he kissed him back, his hand pressing Draco's head against his.