A/N: Oh.My.God. I am SO sorry! I can't believe I let this go so long! But I just had a really bad case of writer's block, and to be honest, I'm not even really finished this chapter. But I felt really bad and so decided to post what I have, and I think I'm over my writer's block for a while at least, so…yeah…DON'T HATE ME! And as always, thanks to my many brilliant (brilliant because you all love me; you have great taste) reviewers! You are way too good to me. Not that I mind or anything. Ok well…a thousand apologies and enjoy this bit.

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Chapter 5

Blaise looked up eagerly from his place on the couch when he heard Draco come in.

"Well?" he asked. Draco's eyes sparkled in amusement.

"Well what?"

"Well what happened? Did you, Harry, and McGonagall have a threesome?"

Draco started and regarded Blaise with shock and horror.

"What the fuck, Blaise! You have a sick mind."

The dark boy grinned.

"So that's a yes?"

"Urgh! Shuttey!" There was silence for a moment and then Draco broke it.

"I kissed him."

Blaise's eyes widened.

"Bloody hell! Did you really?" A nod. "What did he do? I don't see any bruises."

"He didn't do anything."

"He didn't even yell at you?"

"Nope," Draco replied pensively. "He didn't say a word. Just ran off. I'm not really sure what he's thinking right now, and to be quite honest, it's killing me. But I suppose it's a good sign that I still have all of my limbs intact. And he didn't seem too put off when I told him I was gay."

"Draco," Blaise began after thinking for a moment. "I think you've got yourself a man. I think if there was a definite negative we would know. This looks like a maybe to me."

'Maybe...That sounds familiar...' thought Draco.

Meanwhile, Harry was stumbling around the halls, drunk with confusion. What the bloody hell had just happened? Nothing, that's what. Nothing had happened. He hadn't just kissed Malfoy. Nope.

Harry stood outside the common room for a few moments mentally shaking himself. Then he took a deep breath and muttered "lust-puppy" so he could enter.

He went in and walked over to where his bestest friends were sitting laughing about something. He sat down with what must have been quite an ominous look on his face, because both his friends suddenly looked concerned.

"You alright, mate? How bad was detention?" asked Ron.

Harry looked up and forced a smile.

"Ah, usual Malfoy. Nothing I can't handle," he lied. Hermione looked skeptical, but chose instead to force him to do his homework. She and Ron went off to bed, leaving Harry to stare blankly in front of him as he silently went crazy. So apparently Draco did like him. Or was he just trying to freak him out? Ugh, if he was trying to scare him, it was definitely working. Mostly, though, he was unnerved by the fact that he hadn't beat the shite out of Malfoy for that. And by the fact that Draco had been right, he was checking him out. 'Ohgodohgodohgod...NO! Fuck it I'm not gay!' But...that kiss hadn't been so bad. Actually it was kind of ass-kicking, ball-sucking, fan-bloody-tastic. Harry dropped his head onto the desk and groaned.

"Harry?" came Hermione's voice. He looked up to see her standing there in her pajamas, looking quite worried about him.

"Harry, I'm quite worried about you."

"Oh really? And, er, why's that, Hermione?"

She sat down next to him and got straight to the point.

"What really happened today, Harry? I know it was something, so don't tell me it was nothing."

Harry blushed and his eyes widened. Damn Hermione and her always-knowing-when-something-was-wrong ability. He realized that there was no point in lying, she'd get it out of him anyway.

"You were...possibly...right."

The girl looked questioningly at him, and he took a deep breath.

"Erm. He...Malfoy, er, kissed me."

Hermione nodded, but her lips turned down at the ends as if she was trying not to giggle.

"Okay Harry. Well, did you like it?"

Harry started. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.

"What? Hermione, no! He's a...he's a Malfoy! He's a he!"

"So what? Just tell me, objectively, was it a good kiss? Did you feel anything?"

"Well...I suppose it was rather nice."

"Just nice?"

"Ugh! Stop doing this to me! I think you know more about what I'm thinking than I do, so why don't you just explain me to me?"

"Don't be a prat, Harry." She sighed. "I'm going to bed."

She had one foot on the stairs when she turned and added,

"Oh, and Harry? You should definitely talk to Draco. Don't do that whole 'avoiding awkward social situations' thing you're so fond of."

The next day Harry did that whole 'avoiding awkward social situations' thing he was so fond of. He didn't want to face Malfoy because he wouldn't know what to say. Because he didn't know how he felt. So for the rest of the day Harry didn't look at Draco, he didn't talk about him, and he didn't even think about him. Much.

This blissful (okay, not really blissful) ignorance (er, not really ignorance) of Draco's presence was interrupted for a moment when Harry ploughed into him when turning a corner. Both boys' books went flying, and Harry got knocked to the ground. He started to apologize, but then he realized who he was talking to. Poor socially inept Harry panicked. He made a squeaky sort of noise, kept his eyes to the floor as he gathered his books, and then ran.

A few minutes later he stopped running. 'What the bloody hell was that?' he asked himself. 'That was ridiculous! I can't even...He...' Harry smacked himself. 'Why am I freaking out like this? I'm shaking like a bloody girl! I'm HARRY POTTER! Ugh...Okay that doesn't work. I have to DO something!'

This Gryffindor-esque sentiment was strengthened at dinner, when he saw Draco eating with the Slytherins, looking completely calm and in control. 'He looks like that all the time...How can he show no emotion like that? He's like a...a..emotion...less...bowl of...soup...' (Poor baby can't even think straight!) 'Honestly, who does that? Freaking Slytherins...'

So Harry decided that after dinner would be The Confrontation.

A/N: Do I still have the right to ask you guys for reviews? I'll try to be good from now on, promise!