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Italics: thought or emphasis

Bold: Dream or Flashback

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Chapter 6: Instinct

Draco Malfoy climbed the stairs out of the dungeon. Harry Potter...kisses...embraces...the only things running through his mind, making him quicken his step; he needed release. He needed relief. He needed...to confess.

He broke into a paced run as he reached the steps from the Entrance Hall to the first floor. I meant it... he thought for the umpteenth time. I wanted that kiss... I still want that kiss... I needed that kiss... I still need that kiss...!

His run had swiftened considerably, climbing the stairs to the third floor. A low sound escaped his throat: a moan of need, a moan of longing. He broke into a sprint, tears running down his cheeks for a reason even he didn't know.

He slowed to a halt quickly when he met Seamus Finnegan in mid-step.

"Finnegan!" he exclaimed urgently, desperate and not knowing why. Seamus did not seem pleased to see him.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked bitterly.

"Where's Potter?" he asked, clutching a stitch in his side. The Griffindor scowled.

"How should I know? And I wouldn't tell you if I did!" he answered. "You're cruel enough to him without my help."

Draco growled. I...I'm sorry I was cruel! he thought abruptly, not even noticing he had. He shoved the boy out of his ways, making him stumble down a few steps. Draco hurried into a sprint again and had no sooner stepped onto the fourth floor landing than bumping into something shorter, but rock solid and knocking 'it' to the ground.

Hermione Granger threw her hands behind her and caught herself. She looked up at the solid object that had collided with her and scowled at the Slytherin. Draco sighed with relief, but just barely through his pants. He was almost doubled over with pants and cramps, clutching his side.

"Gran...ger!" he panted weakly.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she answered coolly, gathering the books she'd dropped. She had just finished her Potions essay and was heading out of the library before she was so rudely interrupted on her way out.

"Where's...Potter?" he asked again. She looked up at him, at first with surprise, then with cold, ruthless eyes.

"None of your business, Malfoy! You've broken that poor boy's heart way to many..." she paused, seeing the look in Malfoy's eyes, "...times..."

Indeed, Draco's eyes were blazing with desperation and pleas. "Please, Granger!" he cried exasperatedly.

Hermione looked into his urgent gray eyes for a long moment before heaving a sigh. "Why do you want to see him?"

Draco's eyes softened, relieved he was getting somewhere. "I...need to tell him...something," he answered. Hermione's face hardened again.

"And what would that be? He already knows you hate him."

"I know! I just...need..." He trailed off, exhaling a long breath and almost collapsing into Hermione's arms with sobs. Hermione's brown eyes widened in shock.

"Malfoy...?" she asked uncertainly.

"I...need to...tell him..."

"Tell him what...?" she asked carefully. He hadn't moved. Slowing, she put her arms loosely around him; when in need of comfort...he reminded her of Harry.

"I...meant it..."

"Meant what...?" she asked, her voice calm and gentle, hiding slight curiosity.

"The...kiss..." The words brought forth a plethora of sobs.

Her eyes widened briefly, she a soft smile crossed her lips. She pulled him closer to her, into a warm embrace. She could tell he needed it, and was assured when he seemed to melt into her arms like a small boy, consumed in sobs.

"I-I meant it!" he sobbed into her chest. She stroked his head and neck, running her fingers through his hair comfortingly.

Slowly, just on the fourth floor landing, Draco Malfoy cried himself to a restless slumber in the older-sister-like embrace of Hermione Granger.

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"Harry!" Draco exclaimed happily, almost knocking the said boy over in an embrace. Harry Potter's pleasantly suprised laughter filled his ears, sending butterflies to his stomach; Draco loved to make the boy laugh.

Harry lifted his lover's chin to lock loving gazes, silver orbs on emerald ones, and placed a loud, teasing kiss on his nose. Draco smiled. He blushed and looked at his nose curiously, earning a giggle from Harry. His smile widened.

Harry planted a kiss firmly on his lips, but pulled away too soon, a teasing, sexy glint in loving eyes as he locked them on Draco's again. He moved to whisper in his ear, "You're too cute," before licking it tauntingly, extracting a tortured, needy moan from the boy. He smirked.

"You're too sexy!" Draco exclaimed, suddenly pinning Harry against the wall with a smirk playing at his lips. "Two can play at that game," he muttered in his ear before sucking and nipping at the soft lobe. Harry bit his lip, supressing a moan, but failing to hide it from Draco. The platinum blonde's smirk widened into a grin. He pressed his hips against Harry's, barely rubbing together their erections, earning a much louder moan and allowing one to escape his throat as well. He pressed his lips to Harry's and pressed their hardened members harder together. Another moan escaped the raven-haired boy and Draco used the oppertunity to delve his tongue into his warm mouth, earning yet another moan as he ran his tongue along the warm, wet caverns.

Neither of them knew how much time passed in the ecstatic kiss. Reluctantly, Draco pulled away, no longer able to breathe. He smiled at a panting Harry.

"I love you, Harry," he whispered shyly, blushing slightly. Harry smiled, his mouth still slightly open as he continued his attempt to catch his breath.

"I love you too--"

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"Draco," a voice called Draco from his dream. He mumbled in response, annoyed at the interruption. "Draco, really, I think you should wake and...change your sheets before bedtime...!" The voice made his eyes shoot open for realization of who the voice belonged to and the feeling of wet, sticky sheets as he stirred.

"Granger...?" he asked uncertainly. He turned to look at the source of the voice to see Granger's smile. "What're you do--" He hadn't even finished his sentence before he realized the answer as the memories of their little "episode" cam back to him. He felt the color rise in his cheeks. "Er..." He didn't know what to say. Thank Gods, she interrupted with a smile.

"I took you back here after you fell asleep. By your lack of words, I assume you remember what happened." She stood. "I have to go before I get in trouble for not being in my dorm." She smiled at him in that same older-sister-like way. He listened and watched curiously.

"Granger," he said abruptly.

"Yes, Draco?" she asked. He looked at her softer at the sound of his first name.

"...Don't tell Harry..." he answered in barely over a whisper. She nodded understandingly.

"Alright. I won't," she assured him, reaching to grab his curtains. She smiled at him again. "I just want you to know, Draco...just as I support Harry and his feelings, I'll support yours too. If you ever need someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on, I'm here."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "Malfoys don't cry."

"...You can't fool me that easily, Draco," she responded, still smiling as her experienced eyes found the appreciation in his silver ones. Draco held her gaze for a long moment before his shoulder's slumped in submission. She smiled wider and drew the curtains.

Just before the curtains blocked his view of the girl, he grabbed them. "Hermione..." he wisped.

She turned, shocked at the sound of her first name. "Yes?" she asked after regaining her smile.

After another long, hard gaze, he smiled. "Thanks."

She looked shocked at first, but then smiled and nodded in return. She turned and left the room.

Draco shut the curtains and sighed, looking at the ceiling. The familiar image of Harry, smiling and blushing, manifested on the ceiling above him. He didn't notice the smile that crept to his lips as he slipped into slumber.

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Yeah, I know, I left the other part about Harry knowing Draco out. Don't kill me! I was writing in the prescence of my father. REALLY not good. Had to shorten. Sorry! DON'T DEPRIVE ME OF REVIEWS!

Next Chapter: Harry's scar burns worse than ever! What does it mean? Who's talking to Draco and why can't he be seen by anyone else!