So far so good. My creative story writing that has been dormant for so long is coming back in full swing. Look how fast I got this chapter out! I do hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and are eager to read some more. So without further ado, chapter 2. (Ha! Ryhmed.) Enjoy.

Pulling away slowly, realization began to dawn on Draco. First, that in his rush of hormones Draco managed to close the gap between him and Harry, their hands were still connected from the handshake. Second, Draco moved his left hand to pull Harry in closer by caressing the nape of the green eyed boys neck. Third, the persistent nagging that made Draco nearly sick earlier was gone. And Lastly, that Draco was in love with Harry Potter. Merlins pants!

Harry did his own realizations. The first, that Draco finally got the best of him. Just not in a way he expected. Second that Draco was a good kisser, not that he would ever admit such a thing to the blonde. Would inflate Draco's ego too much. Third, that he actually liked being kissed by Draco. And lastly, sweet snitches, Draco Malfoy just kissed him!

When the boys finally processed what just happened they tried to evaluate what the other might be thinking.

Draco's face was reddening even brighter than a Weasley's hair. And Harry couldn't keep himself from smirking. It started off small and embarrassed until it became a full blown smile.

Neither one of them spoke, stepped apart, or even let go of the others hand.

Draco was the first to break their silence.

"If you think I'm going to apologize for that, you're wrong." Draco's voice was a little shakey with nerves. He looked down at their still clasped hands. Draco was hoping he wasn't about to be snubbed like he had been before years ago when Harry and himself had first met.

This was very different though. That first meet up was a snub for friendship. And this time... What sort of snub was Draco looking to get?

"It wouldn't be in character for you to apologize." Harry said, still smiling.

Draco looked up at the raven haired boy. Was Harry poking fun at him? Judging by the enormous grin, Draco would say yes. He couldn't help his own small grin formulating now that Harry wasn't pushing Draco away.

"I'm really at a further loss for words. You're going to have to come up with something clever or snarky this time." Harry broke the lingering silence.

"I'm just trying to not ruin the moment. I tend to mess up a lot and this time around I'm taking advantage of my second chance." Draco started to feel really comfortable in his current position. Hand in hand with Harry, less then a breath away from again kissing his once greatest school rival.

"You know I never really expected you'd kiss me. Here I thought you always hated me as much as Voldemort did." Harry said leaning his head forward and placing his forehead on Draco's shoulder. Draco tensed for a second and eased into the slight pressure on his collar bone.

"Not at all. I didn't hate you. I envied you. I was also hurt a bit when you didn't want to be my friend at first." Draco whispered . He couldn't bring himself to speak any louder.

"You were being a git. How else was I supposed to respond?" Harry shook his head as best he could, not removing himself from Draco's shoulder.

"Like you had I suppose."

"And how long have you been harboring these feelings for me exactly? " Harry asked bluntly.

Draco tensed up again.

"I wasn't harboring. More like misinterpreting." Draco mumbled. "My kissing you doesn't seem all that surprising?" he made it sound like a question.

"A misinterpretation of my own, I guess." Harry shrugged.

"And you didn't harbor any ...feelings? For me, I mean?"

"That's the misinterpretation. I guess I was obsessed with you our sixth year, I didn't realize in what way I was." Harry shook his head again "I was so stupid. Wasted all that time fighting and being angry with you."

"You weren't stupid. You knew I was hiding something." Draco clutched Harry's hand he still held tighter. His memory reverting to that dark time when he first became a Death Eater. I

"Yes. Well, I'd rather you not hide anything from me anymore if that's alright with you. I didn't like hurting you. " Harry flinched remembering the curse he cast on Draco. All those invisible gashes being sliced into the blonde. Blood flowing freely on the tile floor of the boys bathroom. Moaning Myrtle screaming. Harry would never be able to apologize enough for what he'd done.

Sensing where Harry's mind had wandered to Draco spoke up. "It's alright. I'm not mad. Maybe I was at the time, because it hurt like bloody hell. But I'm not mad anymore. I got wicked cool scars of my own now if that makes you feel any better."

"Oddly enough it doesn't. " Harry said now imaging the scars that were splayed to and fro on Draco's once flawless skin. Great, now he thinking about Draco being shirtless. Guilt and interest were not good thoughts to be having at the same time.

There came a bit of an awkward silence while the boys stood hand in hand, and forehead to shoulder. Draco played mindlessly with the Harry's hair that touches his neck, they stuck up at off angles which seemed fascinating. Harry tried to calm his thoughts while breathing in Draco's scent. Both boys ha d no idea what to say to one another seeing as they were both to used to fighting one another. Snogging an ex-enemy was new territory.

There came a knock on the door. "Harry?" It was Hermione.

Draco reacted. He took a step away from Harry and let go of their hands as if a pixie bit him.

Harry caught his balance having the solid body move away and release him. He caught a glimpse of the blonde before heading to open the door. All Harry could see on Draco's face was fear and regret.

"'Mione?" Harry opened the door and stepped back to let the bushy haired girl step into the room.

"I just want-" she stopped talking catching site of Draco.

Hermione paused and looked from her best friend to the blonde and back again.

"You aren't fighting are you? I mean we just got back and if McGonagall caught wind that-"

Harry interrupted her. "No. We're not fighting. We're talking. Promise. We're done here anyway. Good night, Draco." Harry tried to keep the hurt out of his voice as he stepped aside opening the door wider as he hadn't closed it yet for Draco to pass.

Taking the hint at his dismissal Draco nodded to Hermione and walked out the room trying to catch Harry's eye, but he was ignored. Harry looked down at his feet as Draco walked by. When it was clear that Draco had passed the threshold Harry closed the door with a sharper snap then he had meant to.

There was an exasperated sigh following the door closure.

"And you say you two weren't fighting." Hermione quipped.

Yikes. Trouble.

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