"What exactly is ityou want?" said Harry nervously as Draco led him deeper and deeper into the dungeons of the castle. The lower they went, the darker it got, as
windows decreased in number, and the feeble rays of moonlight just barely trickled in. The dank, musty smell filled Harry's nostrils, and the dust that they
were kicking up were making him choke. "Where are you taking me? God it smells like someone died down here!" exclaimed Harry, his hand covering his
mouth and nose. "Dont be such a woman Potter," hissed Draco, "We need to be alone. Absolutely no one else can hear us." The two finally reached what seemed
to be the bottom floor of the school. Harry had never been to this part of Hogwarts before, and the accumulating dust and the locked doors that were
weatherbeaten and splintered were menacing. Suddenly, Draco kicked in one of the splintered doors which soon crashed open and fell to the floor, breaking up
into small pieces. "Thought I fixed that last time..." he said pulling Harry into the room. "What is this place?" said Harry, "It's so dark I can't see a thing"
"Thats the point Potter." said Draco as he lifted his wand and whispered "Lumos." A feeble light emereged from the tip of Draco's wand, "Can never seem
to get the hang of this light thing," he mumbled under his breath, "Fucking ..." he turned back to Harry, "Nevermind. Listen Potter here's the thing." His usual
hardened gray eyes seemed too soften, the feeble light that was being emmitted from the wand reflected in his eyes. "I've been waiting to get you alone for a
while," he said, a devlish grin forming on his lips, "I know something about you, that you...maybe dont think I know"
Harry's eyebrows knitted in confusion, "What exactly are you talking about?" Draco snorted, "Come off it Potter, you know exactly what I mean." Harry's
heart jumped at the word exactly. The way Draco had put so much emphasis on it, could it be that he possibly knew about Harry being - gay? Harry's mind was
racing, he was trying to gather some kind of excuse to throw Draco off, but he came up in a blank. "A little flustered then?" said Draco smirking, he had
obviously noticed the deep shade of red the other boy's face was turning, "I've been waiting for this moment since first year you know..." Harry found himself
cornered again between the dusty walls and the blonde prince that stood before him, "Malfoy, I really dont understand..." said Harry trembling, he could feel his
back hit the wall, aggrevating the dust that been settled on it for so many years. Draco snickered, "You understand perfectly well..." All of a sudden, Harry could
feel the other boy's long fingers stroking his face, his lips touching his own. Harry's first instinct was to pull away, but the feeling of Draco's soft lips on his
kept him glued. Harry's robes had hit the dusty floor in a pile around his feet, and now those long pale fingers were fumbling with the buttons his shirt, "Draco..." he whispered, "I dont think we should be doing this here"
"Let me..." whispered Draco who's lips were now tracing Harry's jawline. His hands had found their way inside Harry's shirt, and were now finding their way
over every inch of the warm, pale, flesh. Harry closed his eyes, the feeling of Draco's hands caressing his bare chest sent his mind soaring. Those lips, that
Harry had longed to feel on his own, tasted of some forbidden fruit that he had finally had the chance to bite into. Only the sweet taste lingered for just a moment.
He could hear footsteps above them, coming closer and closer. "What do you hear my sweet?" said a raspy voice above them. "Oh God," whispered Harry,
"Filch." Panicking, Harry buttoned up his shirt, and shook out his robes, trying to free some of the dust that had gotten lodged between the fibers. "Hurry up
Potter!" Draco snapped quietly, "Let's go!" The two had reached the top of the stairs, when they spotted Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, staring right back at them.
"What are you two doing around this part of the castle?" said Filch, striding up next to his cat, a satisfied smile on his lips. Draco cleared his throat, "I caught
Harry Potter down here sir," he said, "I heard some noises and thought I should go investigate. Of course, I found Potter, up to no good as usual." Filch snorted,
"Good work Mr.Malfoy, I'll take care of him." His bony hands reached for Harry's shoulder, but Draco stepped in the way, "Allow me sir," he said, "I found
Potter, I'll punish him. I am school prefect you know." Filch's eyes rolled and he sighed, "Alright, alright. Consider yourself lucky Potter." he turned away, and
hobbled down the hallway, Mrs.Norris at his heels. Once Mr.Filch was out of sight, Harry let out a sigh of relief, "I thought we'd be dead for sure." Turning to
Malfoy, he frowned, "What is it?"
Draco shook his head, "No one can know about what happened down there Potter, we almost got caught. We would have been out of here for sure." "You
want to keep this a secret?" said Harry, his voice sounding almost desperate, "But Malfoy, I thought you"
"Yes Potter, yes," said Draco cutting him off midsentence, "But seriously think
about it. What do you think the whole school would say if they knew? What do you think they would do?" Harry shook his head, "I really dont know. I dont see
what the big deal is. The world is changing, people are changing, things are different now...it's not a big deal anymore." "YES IT IS A BIG DEAL POTTER!" screamed Draco, "Dont you understand? Do you know what this
could do to me? My parents would disown me!" Draco sighed and took a few seconds to collect himself, "What it could do to you? Not everyone thinks your
the real thing Harry. Imagine if they find out about - about - well...us." Harry looked taken aback by Draco's outburst. How could he say this? Things are
different now, no one really cared about those things anymore. But this was Draco they were talking about, things were different with Draco. Normalcy was
perfection. And Draco's family was just that. If Draco had ever came out, it would be an outrage. But if it was discovered that Draco came out with Harry, it
would be even worse, and possibly deadly for Harry. Draco noticed the worried expression Harry's face and he came in closer and wrapped his arms around
Harry's shoulders and gently rested his own head on Harry's, "Harry, listen to me, I'm so sorry," he said gently, running his long pale fingers through Harry's
unruly brown hair, "It's just so hard. I knew I loved you since 1st year, since the first time I saw you. You were so perfect, everything that I wanted to be. I was
so unhappy, and then you entered my life, and it was like I had a purpose"
Harry snickered, "Yeah a purpose to torture me and my friends"
"Well what was I supposed to do?" said Draco, "I couldnt befriend you infront of the whole world. My father would be furious with me, I have an image I have to keep up as the 'perfect pure blood son of the perfect pure blood family', it really sickens me sometimes"
Harry knew exactly what Draco meant. Harry had too keep up his image as the 'poster child of the wizarding world', but it was a difficult business. It was hard to
not make mistakes, and keep your nose out of trouble. But Harry was attracted to trouble, yet someone had to be the hero right? Draco lifted Harry's head so
their eyes were level. Harry could feel his own heart beating rapidly as Draco
gently kissed his lips, his long fingers gripping Harry's thick hair. "God Potter..." whispered Draco between kisses, "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"