Captivation

Pre-Warning: The next chapter has graphic sex so the lemon you've all been waiting for is on its way:-)

Chapter 12: A Proposition

A few days passed since Harry's desperate incident with Malfoy. He knew he had been acting like an idiot. He should've just tried talking to the blond (no matter how annoying Malfoy's comments would've been) instead of forcing his tongue down the blond's throat. He really hadn't expected to do that and now it seemed as if he had scared Malfoy off. Or perhaps the other boy really wasn't interested in him at all. Sighing heavily, Harry headed to his room thankful that the next day was Friday. When he entered his room he saw a letter sitting on his bed. Sitting down, he opened it.

Harry,

I can't believe that woman went that far! Don't worry, I gave her the longest lecture I've ever given anyone. And I even threatened to tell the Ministry she went so far as to spy on you in your private room. She didn't watch you undress all the way, right? If so, I'll make sure her reputation gets ruined! Anyway, I did see the article. You can't imagine how hard I burst out laughing. I mean, you and Malfoy couldn't possibly stay in the same room without killing one another. And I don't understand why that Skeeter woman called you a delinquent. How many kids these days lost their virginity at fourteen. Who cares if you are having a relationship with another boy (though I know it's not Malfoy)? You're old enough to have sex (legally I believe it's seventeen in the wizard world) so she should really keep away from your private life.

I charmed the jar to teleport to Sweden and once it gets there she can turn back into a human. Hopefully with both of our threats she won't try anything like that again. Who knows who else she's spied on like that, or worse to get information? She's just a terrible woman, Harry. If she tries anything again, we'll both go to the authorities. Sorry for my ranting. You really should've seen Ron's face when he read the article. He practically choked on his eggs. He even threw a tantrum too, yelling about how ridiculous Skeeter is. So don't worry, no body believes it. Oh! But Ron was wondering if you could visit this weekend, just because we haven't seen you in a while and there are some things we should catch up on. For instance…oh no, I'll wait to tell you when we meet in person! Okay, well take care Harry and don't let Malfoy get on your case about the article.

Hermione

Harry smiled down at the letter, just imagining Ron's face. A part of him wanted to reveal to his friends about what had been going on, but what if they just looked at him with disgust? What if they didn't want to be friends with him anymore? There was a chance Hermione would be more understanding than Ron or anyone else, but how could he possibly tell them he had kissed Malfoy? And he especially couldn't tell them he gave him a blow-job. That would probably scar them for life.

I don't really have to tell them. I mean, maybe if Malfoy and I were dating I'd feel obligated not to hide something like that from them, but we're not. Malfoy doesn't even like me. And I'm certainly not going to try and kiss him ever again. It's obvious there's no choice but for us to remain rivals. I'll just have to ignore him as much as possible and move on. So they don't have to know about what happened…it's all in the past now. It's over.

Sighing, he felt his chest tighten with disappointment again. What was he expecting Malfoy to do—confess his love for him so they could live happily-ever-after? That's not how it worked, especially not with someone so difficult and complex as Malfoy. The blond had grown up around the Dark Arts—around hate, vengeance, lying and killing. There was a good chance he would marry some evil, psychotic witch (like his dad married his mother). Malfoy probably wasn't gay and most likely he wanted to date purebloods only.

Shaking his head, Harry scribbled a reply to Hermione telling her he would love to meet with them tomorrow night. Then he crawled into bed and fell asleep. Morning came and Harry reluctantly got out of bed, dreading seeing Malfoy in his class. He was spared this, however, when he found out from Tavis that Professor Dmittri had a run-in at home—something to do with annoying Mooncalfs that apparently danced many patterns on his lawn and around his whole house the night previously (when there was a full moon).

Harry had heard of the creatures from Mr. Weasley. They often confused muggles when dancing patterns in wheat-fields but they were harmless. From what Tavis said, though, Professor Dmittri found their dung, along with their patterns, around his house and couldn't come to class for fear that they'd take over his property. So he had to wait at home for a wizard expert to come and plant charms to keep them away (and the short notice left no substitute). He was so grateful that he couldn't stop smiling all through breakfast. Now the only time he'd see Draco was during Quidditch practice, but it wouldn't be hard to ignore him.

"Oh and there's another party going on tomorrow night," Tavis grinned, leaning over toward him. "You know, since Blake left I assume you two aren't together right?"

Harry nodded, a bit nervous because of the other boy's expression. "Yeah…we're just friends now. Why?"

"Well, there are a couple other boys in my class who I overheard talking about you. Seems the word has spread that you're gay, mostly thanks to that article, and I heard them wondering if you were really dating Malfoy or not. I told them you weren't so I'm sure word got around that you're single. Some boys I'm sure are interested in seeking your attention. I do know a couple boys from my classes that are single, if you're interested. I can introduce you to them and you can see what you think."

Harry smiled. "Thanks Tavis. I mean, I'm not guaranteeing anything right now, but I'll see."

Tavis nodded and gave him a grin. Harry went back to eating and wondered if he should just take up the offer. Malfoy wasn't going to come around anytime soon, if at all. In fact, why was he still dwelling about the blond? Glancing sideways, Harry noticed that Draco wasn't in the dining hall. He wondered if it was because of him or if something had come up. Shaking his head of the thoughts, he continued eating. Then afterward he went to Quidditch practice where the captain gathered everyone around for a meeting. Draco was next to Liam with his arms crossed, but Harry couldn't really see him that well.

"Listen up, everyone," Mariabella said, pacing in the center. "We're doing good, but it might not be enough. I was going through the team plans for the past matches against them and we're still doing around the same things. I want to try a different approach this time around. Our match is drawing closer so I want us to be prepared, but at the same time I don't want you to feel overly confident. Always think that they're stronger, that they're one step ahead so that way you can anticipate any sly or unexpected move. Any questions?"

A girl's hand shot up and Mariabella nodded. "I heard a rumor that they don't speak much English. How will they abide by the rules here?"

"Good question. Their Quidditch captain can speak both English and Japanese so he will help out all of us. Actually, this man is well-known since he used to be the captain of a lesser-known team…er…I forget who they were, but something didn't work out there and he then studied several different languages and ended up at the private school in Okayama, Japan. His name is Oliver Wood, if I remember correctly," she said, as Harry's head jerked up in surprise. "I've met him a few times; good man and a very good captain so that's why we have to be prepared. Alright, let's get started on some of these new techniques!"

She blew her whistle and Harry, still open-mouthed, hurried to get onto his new broom and up in the air. He couldn't believe it—Oliver Wood was a Quidditch captain of a private school and that school was going to be challenging them. He would get to see his old captain again. In truth, Harry never knew what became of him after Hogwarts. And he had wanted to keep in touch with the man, but he was a very busy person.

During the war, Harry hadn't thought of anyone, really. He didn't want to dwell on who might've died or who didn't. Professor Trelawney had been killed, once Voldemort learned it was she who predicated the prophecy. Of course he drained her memories all first. There were also some families who were killed, like the Parkinson family. Although Harry never really got along with Pansy (he never liked her in the first place), he didn't think she and her family had deserved to die.

Apparently, Voldemort had been very angry when her family chose to stay at Hogwarts (since they were Slytherins) instead of joining him. They had been lured out of Hogwarts with a false Owl saying one of their family members had been killed and to come at once and then they were never heard from again. However, once the war ended and the Death Eaters were caught and fed Veritaserum, the Ministry found out which families and individuals had been killed.

Quidditch was intense and especially with the new techniques Harry had more to think about while observing. It ended a couple hours later and Harry was so weary he just went upstairs to his room and collapsed. As he raised himself up he saw a letter on his pillow. Slowly, he reached for it and opened it (despite his sore muscles).

Harry,

I'm so glad you can make it tomorrow! Meet me and Ron at the Three Broomsticks for lunch by eleven, alright? Can't wait to see you!

Hermione

Harry smiled at the letter and set it on his bureau. Hermione seemed very anxious to tell him something. And he was very thankful they'd be meeting at the Three Broomsticks instead of Ron's house. He didn't want to have a run-in with Ginny. He hoped that she was getting over him by now, but it had been barely a month since he left so she was probably still angry. Not that he cared—she could be angry and jealous all she wanted but he wasn't going back to her. All she really wanted was his virginity…and he didn't understand why it was so important to her to be his first.

It was true she had been "in love" with him ever since she was ten years old, but it was false kind of love. She hadn't really known him, even when he visited at the Weasleys' house for the first time. She fell in love with his name…with his scar and fame, with the rumors that he was a great wizard—fearless and powerful. That wasn't all true. Sure, he had learned to hide his fear and trust his power throughout the war, but he really didn't think he was all powerful.

Sighing, he waved his wand to change and got into bed. Since his vision was blurring he had to take another vision-healing potion, but thankfully it was working wonders. He'd have to stock up on some more in about a month. By morning, he was still feeling sore, but he got dressed around ten and flew off to meet his friends, thankful for a little break from the school. When he got there, he didn't see them outside of the Three Broomsticks so he went inside. Ron and Hermione were quietly conversing over butterbeer.

"Hey," Harry said.

Hermione beamed up at him. "Hey Harry, we were just discussing the good news!"

Harry seated himself and stared at both of them. Ron was looking at him with a slightly torn expression.

"Er…what's the good news?"

"I got accepted to a sorcery academy!" Hermione exclaimed, showing Harry the parchment. "There are only two in the entire world! Not many people stay in sorcery for long because it's so challenging so they actually allow twice as many people into the academy per usual because they know that many will drop out."

"Wow…," Harry smiled up at her. "That's amazing Hermione, congratulations."

"Yeah, great," Ron muttered, taking a swig of his butterbeer. "Now both my best friends, and girlfriend," he said, glancing at Hermione, "will be so busy I'll never get to see them."

Hermione patted his hand. "That's not true. We'll make time. And anyway Ron, we only have one life to live so we should live it to the fullest. Sorcery is my dream and it would magnificent."

"Just think, you'd have a super-powerful girlfriend. All the guys would be jealous," Harry grinned as Hermione blushed.

Ron glanced at him. "You wouldn't be jealous though because you're gay."

Harry looked at him surprised and Hermione sent him an apologetic look. "What's wrong with you? Are you angry because I'm gay?"

"No, it's not that," Ron shrugged. "It's just…you've always gotten to do amazing things, you know? And now Hermione has the chance and I…well, I'm still going to be boring me."

"Ron, you could choose to do anything with your life," Hermione urged him. "You don't have to follow your dad into the Ministry if you don't want to. Look at your brother who studies dragons. Come on, think of anything you'd love to do and just go out and do it!"

"Hermione's right," Harry nodded. "You should stop trying to please your dad and do what you like to do."

Ron gave him a weak smile and nodded. "You're both right. Er, sorry Harry. Didn't mean to take it out on you."

Harry shrugged. "It's fine. I was shocked at first too when I discovered I liked boys more than girls."

"Er, yeah, but there's nothing going on between you and…and Malfoy, right?" Ron gave a disgusted look.

Hermione huffed. "Oh, Ron! I told you not to believe that stupid Skeeter woman. I told you what Harry said she did to try and get information. She's sneaky, sly, perverted and desperate to get a story even if it's made-up."

Ron stared at Harry, who nervously just shook his head. "No, don't worry, Ron. I promise nothing's going on between me and Malfoy…nothing like that. We have gotten into fights though."

Hermione gave him a disapproving glance. "Harry, don't let him get to you. Otherwise you might get kicked out."

"I know, I won't," Harry said.

"So…where did she get that idea then?" Ron asked, sounding rather suspicious. "Erm…are you intimate with another boy?"

Harry swallowed. "I'm not really intimate. I mean, I did just separate with my boyfriend Blake, but we weren't really intimate…erm…I'm still a virgin I mean."

"Weren't you the one who said Harry should get laid while he was there?" Hermione elbowed the red-head.

Ron cleared his throat and looked down, embarrassed. "Er, yeah, but I was referring to girls."

"What difference does it make, Ron?" Harry asked. "Does it really bother you that much?"

"It's just hard getting used to, you know. It's just not something you see a lot, especially with a friend you grew up with. I'm not saying I'm against it, Harry, but it's still sinking in," Ron shrugged apologetically.

Harry inhaled deeply and waved it away. "Don't worry about it. I understand. Let's just drop the subject."

"Alright," Ron sighed. "Oh, before I forget. This is for you," he said, pulling out a letter from his pocket. "It's from Ginny. She said it's an apology and that she really needs you to read it."

Uncertainly, Harry reached out and took it. Giving Ron a reluctant smile, he slipped it into his pocket to read for later. The three of them talked about the future, about getting together on holidays and keeping in touch. Hermione told him she didn't start her academy until the fall so she still had time to get ready. And Ron told them he'd think about what he really wanted to do as a career. They separated a while later and Harry headed back to the school.

He went to his common room and sat on one of the couches. Then he pulled out Ginny's letter.

Harry,

I know you think this is an apology letter. Well, I am sorry I got angry at you the last time for admitting you were gay, but I just don't believe it! I mean, I feel like you're just saying that because you got fed up with how I was acting. Anyway, we need to meet and talk. Meet me at the Hog's Head on Sunday at ten in the morning. I'll be waiting.

Ginny

Harry let out a frustrated sigh and crumpled the letter up. Why did she want to meet and talk to him? What was she going to do, try and convince him that he wasn't gay? Perhaps it would be a good idea to meet with her so that way she'd see that he was gay and there was nothing she could do about it. Then hopefully once she finally realized that he wasn't interested in her at all she'd begin to move on.

Later that night, Harry started getting ready for the party. He was looking forward to meeting other guys to try and forget about Malfoy. Tavis showed him the way to the common room and met up with Liam, Nicholas and others. They talked for a while, but then Tavis excused them so he could introduce Harry to others. The first young boy they introduced was about the same age, actually only four months older. His name was Aron (he came from a Polish family but grew up in England) and he had very short, gelled brunette hair and hazel eyes. Tavis introduced them and it appeared that Aron loved to talk about Quidditch. He asked Harry all sorts of questions, like when he started learning and such. He was a nice boy, though extremely talkative.

Finally, Tavis told him they had to meet someone else and Aron shook Harry's hand before they left. Then he was introduced to another boy who happened to be one year older than Harry was. His name was Lucas (he was from France) and he had short, wavy black hair and deep blue eyes. When he spoke he had a slight accent but it was easy to understand him.

"So you can speak five different languages?" Harry asked, rather awed.

Lucas smiled brightly at him. "Once you learn a couple you get the hang of it."

Harry nodded. "It's still amazing. I don't think I could ever do that."

Tavis patted his back. "I'll let you two get acquainted."

"Er, alright then," Harry said, nodding as the other boy left.

Lucas smiled at Tavis as he left and behind Lucas' back Tavis gave Harry the thumbs-up. Harry just smiled in amusement.

"So, Lucas would you like to get a drink and talk for a bit?" Harry offered.

"Sure," Lucas smiled.

The two went to the table to pick a drink then settled on a nearby couch. Lucas began telling him how he became interested in Quidditch. Harry found that the more he listened the more he found they had much in common. Lucas said he grew up in a poor family but that before the war his parents were paid a lot to help the Ministry (while risking their lives). And since his dad became the new broadcaster for the Quidditch championship matches (recently after the war ended), they had rapidly gained wealth.

"I went to every game since he began that job and just realized that I wanted to have a career in it. I wanted to be one of those players my dad announced to the world, you know?" Lucas glanced at him.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I know the feeling. I've loved Quidditch ever since I first learned about it. I had never dreamed of actually studying it, but I figured out I want to pursue it."

"We have quite a bit in common," Lucas laughed. "Both of us growing up in rather harsh conditions, being rather closed-off to other people for much of our lives and our love for Quidditch. I think we're going to be great friends, Harry."

Smiling sincerely, Harry nodded. "Definitely."

The other boy was extremely attractive, but Harry found that so far they were beginning to become friends. He wasn't really worried about dating at the moment—it felt nice just to connect to someone. Not to mention, he wasn't even sure if Lucas was gay in the first place. All Tavis said was that he would introduce him to single guys, but he doubted that Tavis knew their preferences. Not that it really mattered since Harry just liked talking to Lucas and being friendly. And while the older boy was attractive, Harry had no real feeling for moving things any further than friendship.

"So, Harry," Lucas turned to him. "If you want to…tell me about what it was like for you during the war."

Harry stared at the other boy slightly surprised. No body had really asked him that before; not even Ron or Hermione. His friends probably had a good idea what he went through, but this boy seemed genuinely interested and didn't even get excited over his fame. He treated him like a normal person and Harry realized Lucas reminded him of a mixture of his two best friends.

"Well…it wasn't pleasant," Harry began, shifting closer to the other boy. "I mean, I lost people I loved like many people have, but there was just so much pressure, you know? Everyone expected me to defeat Voldemort and I didn't have a clue how."

Lucas nodded, not even wincing at the name of the Dark Lord. "I understand. I lost some of my cousins and my mother."

"Your mother died?" Harry asked as his eyes widened.

Looking down, Lucas smiled sadly. "Yes, but she died after she received valuable information for the Ministry. They even gave my dad and I a plaque with her name on it—it was an award for her help. She was…killed because of a curse that was thrown at her when some of the Ministry members were attacked while on duty. It wasn't the killing curse, but something else. I'm not sure…," he trailed off. "One minute she was in the hospital just very weak and the next she fell into a coma. And she never woke up."

"Lucas," Harry said softly, placing a hand on the other boy's arm. "I'm so sorry. She died a hero I'm sure."

The older boy turned to face him and Harry saw his deep blue eyes were glimmering with unshed tears. Harry wanted to kiss him, but not romantically. He just wanted to comfort the other boy, as he would his best friends. Reaching out, Harry wrapped his arms around him and Lucas responded.

"You're so kind, Harry. I'm glad the war didn't turn you dark and bitter."

"Thanks," Harry said when he pulled away. "You're kind too. I really like you, Lucas. I mean, I haven't really been able to open up to anyone like this. With you, you're just so sincere and caring…I sound all sappy now, don't I?"

Lucas let out a light laugh and nodded. "But it's alright, I feel the same way. We should definitely hang out more often."

Harry smiled in return just as another boy approached them. "Hey Lucas, Tom was wondering if you wanted to play Entranced or Cursed."

"Sure, Harry do you want to play?" Lucas asked, turning to him.

"Maybe next time. I'm a little tired tonight so I'm just going to hang out here," Harry smiled at them.

"Alright, I'll see you after the game," Lucas smiled, getting up.

Harry nodded. "Have fun."

He glanced at the other boy who flushed when he saw Harry look at him. Then the two left and Harry watched them go. Lucas definitely seemed like a long-term friend. Harry felt some connection between them—like he could talk to the boy about anything. It was a nice feeling.

The warm feeling of friendship was ruined seconds later, however.

"So, Potter I see you're not randomly making out with the first person you see."

Harry turned his head to see Malfoy standing by the couch with his own drink in hand. It was surprising that he was even talking to him.

Rolling his eyes, Harry sighed. "What do you want? Come here to try to embarrass me or something?"

Malfoy snorted and slumped down onto the couch. "Actually, I'm just waiting for a friend to get here. She takes forever with her make-up."

"Most girls do," Harry said carelessly. "So why did you choose this couch to sit on?"

"It was convenient. And no, Potter I didn't think you'd be here," Malfoy drawled, taking a sip of his drink. "But you know, Potter, I have to give you props for bravery."

Harry glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well, admitting to me that you were attracted to me I'm sure took some guts. And you have good tastes," Malfoy smirked widely.

"Malfoy, please stop with the teasing it's giving me a headache," Harry rubbed his temples. "You know, I'm not even sure why I became attracted to you, but I definitely know it's not because of your endearing personality."

"I know why, Potter," Malfoy's smirk widened. "You're attracted to my looks, which is understandable. Most girls couldn't keep their hands off me at Hogwarts, but, well many of them did because dear Pansy had it bad for me and she was quite the terror. But now that she's gone I suppose there won't be any wedding bells. I remember during seventh year she kept hinting to me to propose, but she really wasn't that attractive."

"That's a bit cruel," Harry said. "And anyway, I hate to break it to you Malfoy, but it's not like it was 'love at first sight' with you. Yes, you're attractive in your own…frustrating way, but look at him," Harry pointed, directing the blond's attention to Lucas who was sitting in a circle with the rest of the group playing the game. "Lucas is drop-dead gorgeous, but yet he and I are just friends. I'm sure you've seen him around, maybe at parties, but it's not looks that does it for me. Not that I'm saying it wouldn't be a plus, but really Malfoy I'm not that shallow."

Malfoy stared at Lucas and then glanced at him. "So if you have the hots for him, why don't you date him? Or give him a blow-job."

The blond smirked again but Harry ignored the comment. He was used to it by now. He figured out why Malfoy was always being rude and sarcastic. It was a protection, really. If Malfoy didn't want to face the fact that he had liked the kiss or anything else he didn't like, he would tease people about it—making jokes so that no body could really see how he felt about a certain situation. He was stubborn and felt like his reputation was all he had.

"You know, Malfoy I'm really not like that," Harry said softly, watching the game go on. "You and I don't really know each other. I mean, we grew up in the same school but we were both always putting up fronts whenever we saw one another. And it seemed like your duty to be especially annoying to me. But we really never knew anything about each other. This school, however, made it possible for that to happen though. Now that the war is over, you're not controlled by your parents any longer and I'm not controlled by Dumbledore. We're both…free, I guess. Free to be whoever we want to be. And you know," Harry said, turning to him as the blond stared back at him.

"You really shouldn't care so much about what people think of you. No one that I've met here has even tied you to your father. Your reputation is like a clean-slate right now. You can make it however you want—this school provides a fresh start for both of us. That's why I want to leave the past behind; any grudges, any fears, just everything I'm leaving behind. You should probably do the same. If you keep dwelling on the past you'll never truly move on. It'll prevent you from really living."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Thanks for the lecture, Potter."

"It's not a lecture," Harry said, getting rather annoyed. "I'm being honest with you. And why is it that you hate me so much? Is it because I didn't accept your friendship when you asked me?"

"We were eleven," Malfoy drawled. "I hardly think that matters."

"Then why?" Harry asked, staring at him seriously. "Why do have to keep up this persistent and obnoxious attitude? No offense, but it's not exactly mature."

Harry then turned away to watch the game again. He was sick of Malfoy at this point. If the blond couldn't act grown-up then Harry really didn't even want to be around him. The blond shifted on the couch and Harry kept his eyes away from him.

"Look Potter," Malfoy said and Harry turned to him again. "It's not about hate, it's about the fact that you annoy me. But now that you've told me you liked me, I guess I can forgive you for being the center of attention at Hogwarts."

Harry wheeled his whole body around and glared at him. "Malfoy, there are plenty of other guys I could go out with. I'm not mourning over you or trying to 'win' you somehow, so get over yourself! But what I don't understand is what you told me while under the effects of Veritaserum. Yes, I understand why a drunk person would enjoy oral sex, but I don't understand why a sober person would admit to liking a kiss and even participate in a second kiss."

"First off, Potter! You need to stop kissing people without permission!" Malfoy snapped, pointing at him. "And second of all, I never admitted to liking it when you kissed me."

"Yes you did!" Harry exclaimed angrily. "You did, but you just can't admit it, can you? You know what, it doesn't matter anyway. Apparently you're so high on yourself and completely obsessed with your reputation and how people view you, that you'd do anything to make sure everyone adores you. I think that's rather pathetic, Malfoy considering the fact that there's no humanly possible way to please the whole goddamn world! It doesn't matter what you do, who you date or marry, what sort of family you were born in, there will always be people out there who don't like you! Alright? It's not something that prevents you from living!"

"I don't care about what people think of me. Don't you think I've heard some things said about my father? And I don't really care if people think I'm like him or if they say bad things about him. My father's mistakes aren't going to show through me. I do whatever the hell I want to with my life, Potter. And I don't need you to tell me that!" he glared, crossing his arms.

"Why did you enjoy the kiss then?" Harry asked, changing the subject once more. "You didn't answer that."

Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Really, Potter I think you should just stop bringing that up and just know that if you try and kiss me again I will stop you."

"Don't worry I won't," Harry said firmly. "I'm not stuck on you; I can find someone else, but I just wanted to know the truth."

"The truth is that I'm not attracted to you, alright? There, are you happy?" Draco asked.

"But you enjoyed the kiss I gave you," Harry said. "So how does that make sense?"

"Potter, you are so irritating!" Draco exclaimed. "I do not like you!"

"Prove it," Harry said suddenly.

The blond stared at him and slowly uncrossed his arms. "And how do you expect me to do that? Kiss you and let you know if sparks fly?"

"No, how about a game," Harry said. "Not a drinking game, just a regular game. And if I win you have to go out with me for a week a—"

"Wh—" Malfoy began to protest.

"Just a week," Harry interrupted, staring at him. "A week in which you actually make an effort to get along with me. And then after a week is up you're free to never speak to me again, if you don't want to."

Malfoy pursed his lips and kept his eyes narrowed. "And why would I agree to this Potter? I could just never speak to you again starting now."

"Fine," Harry shrugged. "But I'm still going to think you had some feeling for me because of what you admitte—"

"I do not like you!" Malfoy protested again, leaning forward angrily. "But if you really need me to prove it, then I'll agree to a game. But if I win, Potter, you'll not only agree that your trick with the Veritaserum doesn't prove I like you but you will also make sure an article is written in The Daily Prophet that we are not together."

"Fine," Harry agreed. "What game do you want to play?"

The blond sat in thought and finally smirked. "Wizard's Chess."

Oh bloody hell…

"Alright," Harry agree, trying not to show his discomfort.

Malfoy got up and led him over to a set. The pieces moved to their starting places on their own and Harry nervously shifted in his seat. The blond obviously thought he was very good at the game since he wore a smug smile. It began with Malfoy starting off first and Harry tried to remember all the mistakes he had made when playing with Ron.

Unfortunately, by the time forty minutes had passed, Malfoy had several more of his pieces and was staring at the board not looking very concerned. Harry had a feeling he would lose. If he did, he'd have to forget about Malfoy and make sure Luna's dad published an article, but a part of him didn't want to have to do that. It wasn't because of the effort, but probably because he still sensed an attraction to Malfoy. But what was it about the blond that made him feel this way? He couldn't figure it out. Malfoy was rude, arrogant, sarcastic, sometimes cruel and heartless, annoying, very stubborn…Harry was having a hard time finding good points in him, except for the fact that he didn't seem to be a murderer and he was a good Quidditch player.

"It's still your turn, Potter," Malfoy said, leaning back in his chair.

"I know, I know," Harry said, staring down at the board. Suddenly, his eyes took in the whole board again.

He remembered seeing something similar when he was playing with Ron. Now he had a good idea of how Malfoy planned to beat him. The only question was: could he remember how it was possible for him to get to Malfoy's king first. He thought hard and suddenly it was like it just clicked. He remembered and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest in excitement. He was going to win Wizard's Chess for the first time in his life. Malfoy saw his smile and immediately his eyes narrowed. Harry realized that he could castle because there were no pieces between his Rook and King. This would guarantee his king's safety and in turn force Malfoy to move his Queen.

Harry told his piece where to move and Malfoy sat up and stared down at the board. The blond's fists were clenched and he moved his Queen, since any other move would put his King in Harry's reach anyway.

"Checkmate," Harry smiled.

Malfoy's king threw his crown to Harry's and the game was over. Malfoy sent him a glare and then rose out of his seat. Harry immediately got up and followed him.

"Hey, where are you going? I won fair-and-square."

"I know that Potter!" Malfoy hissed. "I'm going to get some alcohol because if I have to pretend to be your boyfriend for a whole week I'm going to need it!"

Harry glared at him only for a brief second before his anger dissipated. It suddenly clicked in his mind. Malfoy wouldn't have agreed to play if he really didn't have some feeling for Harry. If he really wasn't interested, he wouldn't care what Harry thought of him, which meant the blond was outwardly putting on a show because he most likely didn't want to admit anything. Whether or not he liked Harry as more than a friend or just liked his kisses didn't matter. There was something there that Malfoy was trying to hide and Harry now had a chance to open his shell, so-to-speak.

Malfoy grabbed several bottles and marched over to a couch where Harry joined him a minute later. The blond scowled darkly and opened one of them.

"Is that your answer to everything? Get some alcohol and forget about your problems?" Harry asked, annoyed.

"Potter, don't bother me right now," Malfoy said, sending him a glare.

"Remember the deal was to actually make an effort to get along while you're…," Harry trailed off, realizing what Malfoy said moments ago. "You know, I never said you had to be my boyfriend I just said to date me for a week. Do you secretly want to be my boyfriend?"

"Please stop flattering yourself," Malfoy drawled, taking a swig of his drink.

Harry rolled his eyes and then snatched one of the bottles Malfoy had. "Fine, whatever. You still have to be nice to me for a week."

"I'm not doing any kissing, Potter," Malfoy said. "That wasn't in the deal."

Harry shrugged. "Okay, but you still have to go out with me."

"Potter, I don't exactly want people to start believing what Skeeter wrote."

"Look, I'm not saying we have to hold hands in public or anything. They don't have to know we're going out, but while we are you could at least act decent to me."

Malfoy snorted and began finishing off the rest of his bottle. Harry sighed heavily, wondering if he'd ever get through to the blond. A couple hours later, Harry was still sitting on the couch with a mildly intoxicated Malfoy. The two were still watching the Entranced or Cursed game, though apparently Lucas sat out after the first round. Harry finally got annoyed with Draco and snatched the new bottle out of his hand.

"Would you stop drinking? Can you just be sober for once in your life?"

"I've only had two bottles, Potter," Malfoy drawled. "It'll take much more to get me drunk."

"Look, let's just go, alright?" Harry urged.

"I don't need you to follow my every move, Potter. I don't care if we're pretending to date or not."

"Malfoy, can we go somewhere else and talk please?" Harry asked. "I want to talk to you while you're sober."

"There's nothing to talk about," he stated.

"Malfoy, remember our deal about you acting decent? If you don't stop with the attitude at least for the week we're supposed to be dating then I'm going to have an article published about how much we're in love."

That brought the blond out of his senses. Scowling, he got up from the couch and began heading out. Harry followed him from the party all the way to his common room. Malfoy wheeled around once inside of there and crossed his arms.

"What do you want to talk about Potter?"

"You need to stop drinking so much," Harry said as he approached him.

Malfoy snorted and gave him a look. "Do you care about me or something Potter?"

"Yes," Harry said instantly.

The blond stared at him silently and Harry just shrugged. "Look, we don't have to go through with the whole week thing, if you really don't want to. I know it's a bit…cruel of me to force you to do something you're not comfortable with."

Malfoy crossed his arms. "So then you don't believe I like you?"

"I don't know, Malfoy. You're incredibly hard to read. Look, how about we just make a deal. So that you don't have to put up with me for a whole week, how about you just kiss me? If you don't like it then obviously there's no attraction. And then we can forget about pretending to date, or whatever," Harry said.

The blond pursed his lips in thought. "So if I kiss you once more that's it? This whole thing is off?"

"Yes," Harry said. "Since we're both sober this will be proof that you don't like me. If we kiss and you don't enjoy it then that's it. Just tell me that and you won't ever have to go through this again. And you can choose to ignore my existence or whatever you want to do."

Malfoy stared at him with a blank expression and Harry stood waiting in an awkward silence. Finally, the blond took a step forward.

"Fine, Potter. One last kiss, that's it. And then you'll stop badgering me about liking you?"

"Yes," Harry said as the blond took another step closer.

He was suddenly feeling very nervous. Malfoy uncrossed his arms and came within a foot.

"Alright. Are you going to come closer or not, Potter? Let's get this over with."

Harry blinked and then stepped closer awkwardly. Now he realized why they had been drunk the last times. Being more aware made things much more difficult to deal with. The blond was making him so anxious that he just wanted to forget about the proof. As he stood closer, however, neither one of them made any moves. Finally, Malfoy rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Oh for God's sake, Potter," Malfoy drawled, stepping closer and pulling Harry toward him.

Harry uncertainly wrapped his arms subtly around the blond's back. He wasn't sure if Malfoy expected him to initiate it or not. However, he didn't have to worry about that as the blond roughly grabbed his arm and bent down. Harry didn't know why he was having trouble breathing but he met the blond half-way expecting it to just be a quick touch or something. The blond's lips fully came down on his and Harry shut his eyes, not wanting Malfoy to think he was afraid.

The kiss wasn't incredibly passionate but the touch of their lips together once again sent flutters throughout his stomach. Unconsciously, Harry lifted his hand and placed it on the back of Malfoy's neck. Then he tilted his head slightly to get better access. It was as if all the awkward has vanished and suddenly it felt so good again. It made his stomach squirm in excitement much more than it had done when he kissed Blake.

Without warning, Harry pushed his body flush up against the blond's and put pressure on Malfoy's neck. His lips began moving faster, more confidently and through the kiss Harry parted his lips a bit. He felt the blond move and Harry was sure he'd pull away now. Shockingly, Harry felt a something hot and wet slip between his parted lips and instinctively his tongue lashed out to spar with other one. Just as quickly as the kiss had happened, it began to get more and more passionate. Harry was lost in the feeling once more and he continued to kiss the blond, not worrying about the fact that it was supposed to be their last kiss.

Harry moved the hand that was at the back of the blond's neck up through his hair, trying to pull him closer. A low groan answered in response and Harry's stomach fluttered when he realized it had come from Draco. Harry suddenly let his other hand trail to Draco's back and his fingers found the end of his shirt. Without thinking, Harry allowed his fingers to crawl beneath the shirt, caressing the blond's warm, bare skin.

Harry made a sound of surprise in the back of his throat as Draco pushed him backward roughly until his lower back collided with a table. Then Malfoy's fingers raked through Harry's hair and Malfoy forced his neck back so their tongues could explore each other's mouths more easily.

The kissing became more passionate even as it became more desperate. Harry was sensing the heat traveling down to his groin but he couldn't stop. Every move felt so good. Harry's fingers tickled the skin as he trailed them over the blond's back, feeling the muscles flex beneath his touch. Just then, Malfoy roughly pushed his body up against his and Harry's breath caught in his throat. With their bodies now completely pressed up against each other's Harry could feel the growing erection. His body suddenly felt as if it were on fire. He wrapped his arms tightly around the blond, even the one beneath Malfoy's shirt, and then unexpected lifted one of his legs to wrap around the blond's waist.

Malfoy made a sound in the back of his throat and Harry's entire body was suddenly lifted. His gasp was muffled since their lips continued to stay connected, but he felt Malfoy half-carry, half-drag him sideways. Harry's legs stumbled when his heels hit some stairs. He struggled to climb backwards even as he made sure to keep their kiss in tact. His back hit something solid moments later and he felt the blond's hand move. The solid object in back of him moved and Harry moved backward, feeling his way even as he kept his eyes shut. A sound alerted him seconds later sounding like a door being shut but he was so entranced by his desire which was steadily growing that he thought nothing of it.

The kiss broke as the two gasped for air but almost immediately their lips came into contact again. Harry hadn't even bothered to open his eyes at all. Harry's hand raked through Draco's hair and down his neck as their tongues began caressing. Suddenly, Harry's legs hit something and he fell backward, landing on something soft. Draco fell right on top of him and sought out his mouth. Groaning, Harry felt his own erection begin to come to life at the feel of the warm body on top of him. And he was fairly sure he knew what he was lying on.

TO BE CONTINUED…

To Reviewers:

Frogginginsanity: Thank you:-)

Branwen777: Oh good, I'm glad that was believable for you! Lol! Yes, poor Harry always has to be the better man. Well if you like a forceful Harry, how about a forceful Draco (in this chapter):-)

GreenEyedCatDragon: Hehehe, ah yes but Draco could not run forever, right? Now things are really heating up!

Skittlelove: Well, things are finally heating up, wouldn't you say:-) I'm so glad I made your day! YAY! Hopefully this will make your day too!

Pixie9: Yes, Draco's being stubborn but finally he's letting his desires take over, hmm:-)

The Earth Mystic: Well, finally a more forceful Draco, huh? Hehehe! All of Harry's hard-work on trying to open him up is finally paying off. Hehe! Hmm, rebellion might be a better word. I'll have to look into that, thanks!

DestinyEntwinements: Yep! And now they're both communicating! Lol:-)

Chosen-one4: Tehehehe, well finally Harry's patience is paying off! Thanks!

wIthOUt A nAmE: Lol! Yes, Draco is a frustrating character, but finally Harry is getting through to him, hmm? Oh good, I'm glad you like seeing your name here:-)

C.Khafre: Thank you! I guess the tension is really building now, huh? Tehehehe!

Meka: Well, your dream is almost there! There will be sex next chapter!

Erica: Thank you! Lol! Well, I have a lot of time on my hands right now since school doesn't start for another week. Yes, Harry was acting a little desperate but he just wanted to be sure he really liked the blond. And plus shutting him up is always effective with kissing. :-)

Jonadark: Hehehe, now things are really steaming up! Don't worry about reviewing every chapter, since I update quick enough. I'm glad you're still enjoying it!

Mrs-tw: Hehe! Yes, now you'll just have to see how Ginny reacts. And now it's finally getting steamy! Yay!

Dragenphly: Yeah, Harry's trick was a little underhanded, but Draco is just frustrating him to no end. And wouldn't you know it? Right when Harry gives up, Draco gives in. :-)

atheneartemisThank you! I'm glad you like this! Oh really? I don't remember that at all! Do you remember which book shows how Draco knows about Rita's bug-form? I don't know why I didn't remember that. Lol!

Inner Self: Lol! No, Blake didn't rat on Harry. How many chapters? I'm not positive but I think only a few more.

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Kayla: Aw thanks! Finally Malfoy's coming around, huh? Tehehehe! Oh wow, your uncle is getting married? How cool! Good luck with that!

Cuteandnice: Finally Draco's coming around, right? Lol!

Tiger Eye2: I know, isn't that amusing that when Harry gives up, Draco gives in. Muahahaha:-)

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