Last Dance, First Kiss

A/N: First off, allow me to say that I am a HUGE fan of slash. And, although I have read others, my absolute fave is Harry/Draco. Ever since reading the 6th book and seeing Harry's odd fixation on Draco, I have been toying with the idea of writing a H/D romance. OK, scratch that. I had the idea before but I was too bloody nervous to do anything about it. But now, as a favor for a friend (and myself, I must admit…), I am making my virgin attempt at a H/D pairing. If I am utterly terrible, do me a favor and let me know. If you like it, please let me know that, too. Love ya! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own HP or any related characters. I get no money from doing this. I do it simply out of my love for the story. And maybe a few fantasies of my own…XD!

" Oh, come off it, Potter! You know that never happened. At least, not the way you're telling it." Harry smiled innocently, looking up at Hermione. " And besides, what do you know? You weren't even there that long." The conversation was one that they had had before. Once, in fifth year, Harry had walked in on Hermione and Ginny in a very compromising position. It was nearly the end of term and everyone else was out on the grounds enjoying the good weather. Harry had gone back to the dormitories to fetch his broomstick to play a quick game of Quidditch. When he entered the common room, he saw Hermione and Ginny sitting in a corner. He waved to them on his way past and hurriedly ran up the spiral staircase to fetch his broom. When he came back down, he saw that the girls were still sitting in the corner, apparently immersed in a very important conversation. As Harry was wondering what was wrong and whether or not he should go over and see if he could help, Hermione suddenly leaned forward and took the other girl's mouth with her own. Harry could only stand there amazed as Ginny neither fought the kiss nor looked at all surprised. In fact, Harry mused later, she returned the kiss with great passion. The kiss was not a long one, but to Harry it lasted a lifetime. He just stood there aghast, not wanting to think too much about it. He would save thinking of it for later, when he was alone in the dormitory. Unwilling to embarrass the girls, Harry softly cleared his throat. The girls looked over at him, startled to find that they were not alone. Both tried to explain the whole thing (at the same time) to Harry, who simply shook his head, held both hands up in a sign of defeat, and left the common room with his broom slung over his shoulder. Ever since, he hadn't let Hermione forget about it. He never mentioned it front of Ron (whom he knew would go postal if he found out that his other best friend had also snogged his sister) or, if he did, mentioned it in passing. And never directly.

"You don't know the circumstances around that kiss, so I'd appreciate it if you'd just let it go."

" That's the thing. I dated her in sixth year, and now I'm with you. Neither of you will tell me anything about it. And I just have one question…" He left the rest of the sentence hanging; knowing that Hermione would know exactly what the question was.

"I already asked her, cause I was curious too. She said no. At the time, she wasn't sure what she was, but she is now. And, I'm sorry, but she just can't be as fun as me." She laughed and gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go make dinner. Unless, of course, you can think of something better we can do tonight."

"Oh, I can think of something." He said it automatically, as it was a game they played often. But as he led her to the bedroom, his mind wasn't there. Because while they had been reminiscing about Hogwarts, Harry suddenly remembered someone else. And the feelings said person elicited in Harry.

Draco.

Lately, that was all he could think about. During the War, Malfoy had fought against Lord Voldemort and his followers. That meant losing everything. Even his family. Lucius had, naturally, rejoined the Dark Lord and fought loyally for him. Draco had thought that that was what he wanted. That was why, in sixth year, he had done the things he did. It was especially why he had had a hand in the killing of Dumbledore. However, at Dumbledore's funeral, he had realized that he did not want that life. So one day, during the summer between sixth and seventh year, he packed his things and left home. He could think of nowhere else to go, so he turned up on Harry's doorstep.

Still lost in his thoughts as he laid Hermione gently onto the bed and began unbuttoning her blouse, Harry thought back to that day. So long ago, it seemed. Had it really been four years already? Harry could remember it as if it were yesterday…