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"What are you staring at, Potter?"

That voice… no, it couldn't be…

Harry rubbed his eyes in frustration. This had to be a bad trick or a very, very early nightmare. He opened his eyes once more to meet the owner of the angelic face who was presently scowling at him. He just had to be sure…

"Malfoy?"

The boy merely rolled his eyes. "Who else could it be, you dolt?" He smirked an all too familiar smirk that proved to Harry that it was, in truth, the Slytherin.

He felt his vision of the angel he saw earlier crumble into a million pieces, replaced by a smirking Draco Malfoy. He had done nothing but made Harry's life harder than it should have been during the last six years of his life in Hogwarts- not to mention causing Dumbledore's death. He pushed the grief aside and focused on the prat in front of him.

"Seriously, who could forget a face like mine, Potter?" Draco asked arrogantly, his chin raised defiantly. He stood up and crossed his arms over his narrow chest.

Harry noticed that he was taller than the Slytherin by a good three inches since the Gryffindor's height reached at about 6'1". He smiled as he looked at the adorable pout in his pretty face---wait, did he just think Malfoy was adorable? And pretty? Something must be wrong with him today. Something horribly wrong.

"It's rude to stare and ignore people, Potter. But you wouldn't know that, would you?" said Draco, taking a step forward. "You didn't happen to have the superior breeding I have."

"Nope, I guess not", Harry answered nonchalantly, daring a step forward as Draco had done. Somehow, his heart was beating faster and faster. "I wouldn't want to be a product of in-breeding", at this Draco flashed him a glare, "it seems that alone causes, ah, a few shortages."

Draco blushed furiously as he understood Harry's subtle jibe at his lack of height. He took his time to think of a retort, letting Harry think that he had won their verbal battle.

Then, his smirk reappeared again, making Harry immediately cautious. "Well, at least I don't go around staring at people like the lovelorn swain that you appeared to be, standing outside that door."

He knew that remark hit home when Harry turned crimson. He took a step forward towards the Gryffindor, his smirk broadening. Seriously, how could an angel look so damned evil, Harry thought, irritated. He was then reminded that what he was dealing with was no angel, despite the unbelievably unmarred, porcelain skin, the lovely heart-shaped face, the long, silvery blonde hair, those deep, vivid silver eyes… "You're staring again, Potter", Draco pointed out with as much courage as he could muster after he saw that glazed, predatory look hidden deep in the Gryffindor's bright, emerald green eyes. He realized fleetingly that his voice wavered a bit and wished to the heavens that Harry did not notice it. But he had no such luck. Harry quickly found the other boy's weakness and was going to use it efficiently. He took a step forward and, by this time, they were directly in front of each other. He was looking down at the boy with satisfaction. "How could I not stare, Malfoy?" he asked, his voice, dangerously silky, though, in truth, he had no idea what in hell he was doing or going to do. "With you looking so appealing and all…Who could resist your long hair, or that unearthly glow in your skin…" Draco frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about?" That drew Harry's attention from his seduction, er, teasing. He only stared at the boy with one dark eyebrow raised sardonically, searching the boy's eyes for a moment. He cleared his throat and began to probe carefully. "Malfoy, haven't you looked in a mirror or something…cause I really think you should", he said carefully, lest the Slytherin freak out. If his hunch was right, Draco had no idea how he looked at the moment, which surprised him intensely. Knowing what he knew of Draco, he was very concerned with his appearance and, to have him leave that aside, it would have required something very important, which got the Gryffindor quite curious. "Why would I want to stare at the mirror, Potter? There's nothing to look at but my already attractive face!" The boy answered, proving what Harry had assumed.

Harry took a mirror from his pocket and handed it to Draco. What happened next made his ears ring.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

"Malfoy, SHUT UP!" Harry shouted back as he clapped his hands over his ears and cast a silencing spell all over the small room. He reached for Draco and covered his mouth with his hand.

Draco was struggling as hard as he could but it proved futile when the Gryffindor placed an arm around his small waist and pinned him on the floor. He bit Harry's fingers which made the raven-haired boy pull away, wincing in pain.

He spitted the taste of Harry from his mouth, though he had to admit, it was rather sweet- but never mind that at the moment!

"For Merlin's sake, Malfoy, calm down!"

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?" Draco repeated in outrage. "How could I calm down? Look at me!" He gestured to himself, which, in Harry's opinion has grown more delectable, with his hair tousled and his face a deep red, panting and sweating, lying on the floor- Harry Potter, get your head out of the gutter for goodness' sake! Someone's hysterical and you're thinking about that! "I don't even look human!"

Technically, Draco did look human, but Harry wasn't about to point that out. The Slytherin looks as if he was about to destroy something or someone and Harry didn't want to be the unlucky victim.

"YOU!" Draco growled at him.

It looked as if luck has already run out from Harry. Where was Felix Felicis when you need some?

"You did this, didn't you? Turn me back to normal, Potter, or else!" Draco screamed at the hapless Gryffindor.

"Me!" Harry screamed back. "Why in hell would I want to do whatever it is you thought I did! Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy!"

"Well, you were the only one here while I was thinking, Potter! Who knew what other curses you planned to hit me with!" Malfoy retorted, standing up to look straight into Harry's eyes.

They stood there glaring at each other for a moment, until Draco gave way and turned away from him. "If you had nothing to do with this, then I suggest you get out and go back to your goody-goody friends", he said scathingly. "I'm sure Mudblood, Weasel and Weaselette would love to know what happened."

That made Harry snap. Insulting, and accusing him, he could accept, but when it came to his friends, it was another story.

He grabbed Draco by his thin forearms tightly, pulling him so that they were facing each other. He saw the boy wince but he didn't care at the moment. "Take that back, Malfoy", he growled.

Draco raised his chin despite the pain coursing from Harry's stinging grasp. "No."

"I said, take it back!"

"NO!"

"TAKE IT BACK!"

"MAKE ME!"

Anger unleashed, Harry did the unexpected.

His lips came crashing down on the other boy's. It was a kiss made to subdue the Slytherin, filled with brutal force he never knew he had, even at the time he fought against Voldemort.

Draco shoved him away as powerful as he can and backed away against the farthest wall against Harry. "Potter, what the hell's the matter with you!"

The Gryffindor looked as if he was about to pass out. He had gone pale and wide-eyed, staring incredulously at the blonde. For once, Draco found himself genuinely worried about him, though why he couldn't understand.

He stood up, though his knees were shaking and brushed off imaginary dust from his robes. Turning to the Gryffindor, he said, "I think you should go now. Your friends might be worried about you."

He then turned away and sat at the seat again, occupying himself by looking at the splendid view of the hills which didn't quite interest him at the moment.

"You changed."

Draco turned abruptly at Harry who was already facing the door. "What?"

"You changed back to normal."

And without another word, Harry left, closing the door behind him. Draco subconsciously licked his lips and tasted Harry on them.

Suddenly he wished he had not pulled away.

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"The first stage of maturity is complete, though there is a slight complication", said a deep voice from beyond the darkness. "You know what to do."

"Yes."