Double back to the room

Harry stood rooted to the spot as if a thunder bolt had hit him. He had just done the unspeakable and survived to tell himself over and over what a stupid freak he was for even trying anything. It was meant to be a joke, Malfoy was meant to pull away and punch him (or at least cause a fuss) NOT pull into the kiss and enjoy it. It was just sooooun-Malfoy like.

And the fact that he was:

1. Malfoy

2. His nemesis of six years

3. Very hot for a 17 year old

And 4. A boy

Was not at ALL a reassuring feeling to be left with.

Harry leaned against the cold stone walls, hoping that he was just dreaming, that he'd wake up and find himself in the warm blankets of his bed in the Gryffindor tower. Then again, he could still feel the lingering touch on his lips, what the hell had come over him to make him act the way he did that night? He wracked his brain for answers "Is this a dream? Am I gay? I enjoyed it does that mean I MUST be gay? It's Malfoy though!" he kept muttering to himself, surely he couldn't be going insane right?

He had a thing for talking to himself these days, maybe it was the fact that Hermione had influenced him to speak out loud when reading articles or that he was given singing lessons by Ginny that caused him to do this but it did come in handy and it also helped him remember things better too.

Problem was, whenever he was in potions class, his brain just flew out the window.

Harry's elbow touched the delicate object in his front pocket, he took out the cello and fingered it, almost lovingly, and he enjoyed playing the instrument. It was when Dudley had given up on trying and left it to collect dust in Harry's room that the green eyed boy decided to learn it.

It was pretty easy at first but then it got slightly harder, Ron and Hermione never knew about his passion for orchestral instruments and he wasn't planning on telling them, it was his little secret and he wanted to keep it that way.

..right until Malfoy showed up.

Harry didn't know how long Draco had been sitting there for but he was thoroughly pissed at the thought that the Slytherin-prince had uncovered his secret, he knew that he should have bought his invisibility cloak but it felt much easier playing without it, besides he had permission off Professor Dumbledore so there was no point in hiding.

No point perhaps, unless a sly Slytherin had been lurking about which was exactly why Harry had regretted it. Or had he? He did get a rather homoerotic kiss out of it, not to mention a howl from Malfoy when he bit his ear. "Why did I bite him? ARGH" Harry knew he must have looked comical but he didn't care, his mind was just swarming with things that he didn't know the answer to.

Draco grinned devilishly from behind the corner of the wall, he was listening to Harry chant over and over again and he was beginning to think that things could get interesting. He thought it over for a bit and decided that tormenting the already tormented boy would be the best way to wing it.

The black haired boy didn't even notice the footsteps approaching him as he was so caught up in his mind racking thoughts. A pair of black shoes came into view and a shadow cast over Harry's small form, he looked up and saw the familiar smirking face of Draco looking down on him. "Oh gods…"

"God? Me? I guess you could call me that" A smirk "You really have to get your head checked Potter because I can assure you that what happened last night was definitely no dream" he sniggered at the cello playing boy with that hint of vindictiveness in his voice.

"Dammit Malfoy, why are you here? Are you just asking for a replay of what happened last night?" Harry was worn out just thinking about what he had just done and the thought of Malfoy coming to mock him some more was just ... he was already confused as it was without the help of the Slytherin.

"As many times it takes you to get the hint that I don't give in that easily" Draco kept the smirk on his face as he watched the messy haired boy stand up to his full height, which was fortunately, about an inch shorter than himself.

"Oh so you came back for more huh?" Harry said this before he could stop himself, he mentally slapped himself for even thinking of saying that, and he being the one backed up against the stone wall was not a good position to plan an escape.

Draco placed two hands on the wall blocking any way out for Harry and grinned in a way similar to that of a month starved cat staring at a juicy bit of fish "And what if I have?"

Harry was ripped between the feelings of utter disgust and overwhelming lust, for the look on Draco's face was enough to make any girl melt (or guy!) but it certainly didn't excuse 5 years of malicious intent and intolerable behavior on the other boy's counterpart. He looked up at the blonde boy and flashes of last night came back with the new found aggressive streak… or maybe it did. He gulped, this was bad.

"Excuse me?" was all the black haired boy could squeak out, he felt himself tense up immediately at the thought, sure it was fun the first time but on a daily basis? He could just feel his confusing desire creeping up to rear its ugly head.

"That's right Potter, you heard me" Draco watched the boy against the wall edge slowly down trying to (or it seemed so) hide under the first metaphorical rock he could find.

Suddenly the grey eyed boy's lips broke out into a grin "Geez Potter, you're so deluded, you think that I'd really want you?" he shook his head and sighed "Poor Potter, too lost in his own world, maybe the music has gotten to you" Draco shoved his hands back into his robes, a low move but he knew that as he started to walk away…ah there it was, he felt the force of a fist grab his robes.

He was swung back around and slammed against the wall, facing a pretty pissed off Harry, it wasn't the first time that Draco had seen Harry pissed but now that he was close up and in proper light, it was pretty - charming.

"What is the matter with you, Malfoy?" Harry seemed to be spitting venom as his clutch on Draco's robes tightened "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can, and don't forget you started it" replied the grey eyed boy with such ease and calmness it was as if someone had asked him what his name was.

Harry scowled, allowing Draco to study his features more, the pink tinge in his cheeks (which was probably cause by the cold night) the quickness in his breath, the bright green glint in his eyes as he continued to ransack him for answers.

"Oh yeah and what's wrong with just leaving me alone and…and tormenting someone else for once!" Harry wanted to get out of the cold, draughty corridors and he had no idea what he was saying, all he knew was that he sounded pretty stupid, especially since Malfoy had caught him only minutes beforehand talking to himself about whether he was gay or not.

"Because…" sighed Draco in a slightly sarcastic way, raising an eyebrow at the jumbled sentence. He was hitting Harry's nerve and he knew it.

"GODDAMMIT! Because WHY?" at this rate, Harry was going to bite the blonde Slytherin's head off, he got hold of Draco's shoulders and shook him causing that familiar smirk to float across the shaken boy's lips once more.

"People do funny things when they are angry…" was Draco's reply, he changed his smirk to a weirdly suave one making the green eyed boy frown "…and odd things when they are entertained"

Harry seemed to know where this was leading to and looked up to the ceiling as if pleading to whatever god might be up there to save him. Draco slid one arm around the boy's neck pulling him in, almost making him slip, but the black haired boy's palms automatically found them pressed against the stone wall, the grin on the Slytherin's face was inevitable. He leaned in cautiously and…

"What the fuck do you think you are doing!" the Gryffindor yelped but already knew the answer when Draco performed a leg locking curse on his legs and conjured up a chair for the boy to fall aimlessly into.

"Entertaining myself" said Draco twirling his wand with his free hand "Honestly Potter, you think I didn't know that you were going to stop me?" Harry hung his head and cursed himself for the millionth time for being so stupid; all this commotion was getting to his head and was jumbling up his thought's, he knew he shouldn't have trusted Malfoy to be kind.

Draco reached into Harry's robes and took out his wand before the boy could stop him, the blonde smirked once again "Can't have you using that now, can I?" A murmured charm.

Harry wanted to shout out that he bloody well can but found that he lost his voice.

The grey eyed demon levitated Harry into the classroom and placed him into another chair much larger and comforting than the first, shutting the door behind him, blocking out any light that might be leaking into the room. For some impeccable reason, Harry could sense that Draco was still smirking in THAT way.

Draco made his way over to Harry and placed a hand on both sides of the chair, his face was inches away from the others "Now Potter, you had your fun last night, let's just continue with mine, shall we?"

No we shall NOT! Harry was dying to scream that out but now as Draco's face inched forward to his ear, he felt the hot breath tickle his earlobe and a wet tongue lashed out at it, bathing it in heat. Harry could almost feel his eyes roll into the back of his head from the sensation, but not before he heard the other boy say,

"Let me show you how a real man kisses"