A/N – omg…im really sorry that I haven't updated for a while. But I've actually been doing schoolwork for once. My teachers were pleasantly surprised. But yes, I'm really sorry. I have school cert this week, so I'm not sure when the next update will be, but thank you all sooo much for your patience!

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"But one day it will hurt you"…why on earth would he care if it hurt me? I know he said he's becoming attached to me…but…there are people who think they're attached to me, purely because I am Harry Potter. I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I'm assuming that's not why Draco's becoming attached. And, bloody hell…detention. Bloody Snape.

Harry shut the door to the classroom behind him, and waited to see what Draco was planning to do. When Draco didn't move from where he was leaning against the wall, Harry made to walk away. He was stopped when Draco spoke.

"And…where exactly are you going Potter?"

"Why, to see Madam Pomfrey of course. Don't you remember Malfoy? My head hurts," Harry answered in a tone meant to make it painfully obvious that Harry refused to give anything else about his life away.

"Fine Potter, we will go to the infirmary."

"Oh, you're troubling yourself to accompany me. I feel so honoured."

"Potter, I have a detention. I also just admitted something to you that, if my father finds out, could prove…well, basically fatal to me. And if the dark lord finds out, it will be fatal. And if he doesn't kill me, he will manipulate me into a relationship with you, where I will play both the loving boyfriend and the spy. You wouldn't be safe – from the wrath of the dark lord or my father."

"So the only reason you're walking to the opposite end of the school with me is because you don't feel you've earnt this detention, so now you're doing something to earn it?" Harry asked with confusion in his voice, and written on his face.

No you fool. The only reason I'm doing this is because I'm madly in love with you, and I want to spend as much time as possible around you.

"Um, yes…something like that."

Harry nodded.

"Right. Well, now you've explained that to me I understand completely. I'm so glad we had that conversation."

"You know Harry, sarcasm really doesn't suit you."

"Um…you called me Harry."

Draco wanted to bang his head against a wall. Oh Merlin, he really can be slow sometimes. I wonder how the Mudblood and Weasel put up with him. Then, Draco remembered something. Oh yes, that's right. The Mudblood and Weasel are actually screwing each other. I wonder…does Harry know. He's going to need some help adjusting to this. I think I will have to be the one to help him. Draco's patented smirk appeared, but it somehow looked more evil than usual.

"Yes…I did call you Harry. Unless I'm mistaken, that is your name, isn't it? Or have you been lying to the whole wizarding world for years, and you're not actually Harry Potter."

"Eh, it's possible. At least, I wish it would be. But no, I'm stuck being Harry Potter for the rest of my life."

Draco sighed as he felt a rush of affection for the boy standing before him.

"When I was growing up, I was taught that you lived like a king. That your relatives were at your beck and call, and so totally afraid of you that they didn't dare to oppose you. I was told that you got anything you would ever want or need, and so much that you didn't. When I first met you for the second time on the train, it struck me that you didn't look like you had been pampered for the first eleven years of your life. I mentioned this to my father. He told me that it was a glamour spell so that people would feel sorry for you. I didn't understand why. Father laughed, and told me I would one day. I still don't understand. I went home that year. Father was so angry with me. Not only because one of my year mates had once again defeated the Dark Lord, but also because I had failed in the first important mission he ever gave me – befriending you. What I didn't know at the time he was punishing me was that I was going to be glad I wasn't your friend. I knew what my father and the dark lord were planning for you and your friends. If I wasn't close to you, I could at least watch you. Father never knew what I was doing. He still doesn't. He doesn't know my feelings for you. But…that's not something I will ever want him to know. He would put the Imperius curse upon me so that I would do what he wanted if I didn't co-operate. It wouldn't be the first time he had used an Unforgivable on me."

Harry moved forward, and tentatively touched Draco's cheek.

"I'm sorry Draco. I never knew. I didn't…in the train, I…there was something about you that made me want to take your hand and "merrily skip off", but then…you insulted Ron. The Weasleys were pretty much the first people to ever be nice to me. I know he insulted you, but…I couldn't not stay with Ron. Living with the muggles taught me that if someone is ever nice to you, hold on to them for as long as possible. They will eventually leave, or change, but at the very least you will have memories of them, and the kindness they showed you. Like the ice-cream lady at the zoo we went to on Dudley's birthday. That was the third time I had ever had ice-cream in my life, and it was thanks to her." Draco was starting to look confused. "But…I learnt from that that you should always savour the kindness of others. I'm so sorry. I never dreamed that my refusal would make your father punish you."

Oh Merlin Draco, it's now or never. Just kiss the boy. The worst that will happen is that he'll never speak to you again and tell everyone what happened, totally ruining your reputation.

Harry was now leaning against the wall opposite to Draco. "For one minute Potter, please, don't speak."

Harry just nodded. Oh Merlin. What is he going to do?

Draco moved closer to Harry, and understanding dawned on Harry's face. He nodded, and Draco smirked. He closed the gap between the two of them and took Harry's head in his hands. Harry tilted his head up and rose up onto his toes. Draco bought his mouth down the final centimetres and savagely crushed their lips together. Harry's tongue probed at Draco's mouth, and Draco let him in, slipping his own tongue in as well. The two tongues battled each other for dominance, until, surprisingly, Draco let Harry gain the upper hand. Harry began to slowly probe the other boy's mouth, tasting every nook and cranny he could find. Draco broke the kiss, and the twp boys stood facing each other, both panting slightly, both realising that their lives would never be the same.

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A question…does any one reading this go to Havergal College in Toronto?