AN: Hey guys! Another day, another chapter ^^ I'm pretty excited as from this chapter on the relation between Harry and Draco will change a little bit - in a better (? at least as I see it) and more interesting direction! Read to find out and, of course, let me know what you think of it!

Really hope you'll like it! xx

"Come on, wake up, Harry" a familiar voice woke him up and he cracked his eye open in time to see a green jumper flying at his face.

He groaned in annoyance and pushed it off himself, looking up at the intruder of his sleep.

"Get moving, mate" Ron grinned at him widely "We're gonna be late."

"What time is it?" Harry asked, throwing away the bed sheets and crawling out of bed.

"Half past eleven."

"What? We missed breakfast?" Harry groaned.

"You did, mate. Again" Ron chuckled, pulling shoes on his feet, stumbling slightly in doing so.

Rolling his eyes, Harry rushed to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, he and Ron met Hermione and Ginny in the common room, and soon they left to Hogsmeade.

It was Dean's birthday and Ginny wanted them to celebrate it together. So there they were, sitting in the Three Broomsticks with Seamus, Neville and Luna, making toasts with Butterbeer and Firewhisky smuggled by Dean, enjoying each other's company until Ron got himself so drunk that Seamus decided to bring him back to the castle. Neville tagged along, as he claimed he had some unfinished homework for herbology. The guy was really obsessed with plants; Harry wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that he was just going back to look at some of them in professor Sprout's greenhouse.

Soon Hermione and Luna announced they were leaving too, hinting Harry to let Dean and Ginny have some time alone. He left with them, but as soon as the girls said they wanted to visit several shops in hope to find some dresses for the Halloween feast, Harry waved them goodbye and disappeared in busy alleys of Hogsmeade.

He made his way to one of his favorite spots; a spot just outside of the village, surrounded by tall trees, deserted enough not to bump into anyone. Actually, Harry was pretty sure he was the only person coming there at all. He sat in the shadow of leaves. It was still early, the sun slowly going down but still on the sky, gracing Harry with the last rays of warmth. He sat in silence, observing the sun's deliberate journey to the soft lines of horizon, letting his mind turn off and trying not to think about how this year had begun.

After an hours or so, he got stiff and decided it was high time to get back. He made his way back to Hogsmeade, entering the main alley. It was not that busy anymore, but there were still small groups of Hogwarts students going around. He walked slowly, looking around in hope of finding Hermione or Luna.

Blond hair caught his eye and he almost called out for Luna to wait for him but just in time he realized that the hair didn't belong to his Ravenclaw friend, but some fifth year girl he recognized from the Hufflepuff quidditch team.

He sighed with resignation, and turned to walk further the main alley when he suddenly crashed into someone. Opening his mouth to apologize, he looked up and saw the very ugly face of Goyle. Next to him stood Crabbe; neither of boys looked content with their little reunion with Harry.

"Potter" Goyle hissed.

Before Harry could respond with anything, the Slytherin grabbed him by his jumper and dragged him into one of the small, deserted alleys.

Harry yelped as he was thrown at a cold wall and his head hit it with not too much force, but enough to make him hiss.

"Are you blind, Potter?" Goyle asked stupidly.

"Yeah, can't walk even with those stupid glasses on?" Crabbe joined.

"Er-…" Harry tried, but was instantly silenced by sharp looks on the Slytherins' faces.

"You'll pay for that, Potter." Some of Goyle's spit landed on Harry's nose as the boy hissed the threat with a dangerous grin. Harry closed his eyes, preparing for a punch, but it never came.

"What the two of you imbeciles think you're doing?" a familiar voice hit Harry's ears and a shiver run down his spine.

He looked up.

Malfoy was walking towards them slowly, his every move thoroughly graceful and elegant.

"Um, it's bloody P-Potter," Crabbe stuttered, pointing his fat finger at Harry. "He bumped into Goyle!"

"Yeah! He dared to crash into me and didn't even apologize, the little shit!" Goyle exclaimed, hoping that Malfoy would approve and be impressed by their dragging Potter into a corner to beat him up.

Malfoy looked at Harry, raising one elegant eyebrow questioningly. Harry didn't respond, observing the Slytherin with hope that he would stop his two cronies from smashing Harry's face.

The blond moved his gaze to the two boys.

"Leave him to me" he said, although to Harry it sounded more like an order.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at him dumbfounded.

"B-but-…"

"Idiots. I said, leave him to me" he repeated "I'll take care of that personally" he added with a glint of something dangerous.

The two boys nodded obediently and left in a hurry, earlier freeing Harry from the tight grip.

Once alone, Malfoy turned towards him. He eyed Harry up and down with an amused expression.

"Are you that stupid, Potter?" he asked, surprising Harry with the question, so that the boy didn't know how to answer before he spoke again.

"Walking around Hogsmeade alone, getting yourself in trouble" he sneered "Maybe you need a bodyguard?"

"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Watch your tongue, Potter" Malfoy snarled "I just saved your arse, you should be thanking me."

Harry sneered "Oh, as if they weren't your idiot gorillas."

Malfoy pushed him without much force "I suggest you shut your mouth, Potter, before I stuff it with something" the blond hissed.

"Fuck off."

"I said watch your tongue" Malfoy warned, his voice giving away that he was on the edge of patience.

But Harry wouldn't have it. He was too pissed "Or what?" he snapped.

In response, Malfoy threw himself at Harry, surprising him. He grabbed Harry's wrists and pressed them to the wall, on both sides of Harry's head, squeezing them tightly.

Harry didn't dare close his eyes even though he didn't expect the move. He looked up to Malfoy's face, and only then did he realize how close they were. Malfoy had him pinned to the cold stone, holding him securely with his own body, leaving only inches of distance between their faces.

They both were breathing heavily from the sudden movement and, in Harry's case, also from surprise.

They stared at each other, the grey eyes boring into the green ones at first with anger, almost fury. But as the seconds passed, the anger gradually disappeared from the silver pupils, turning into something different as they continued to watch each other carefully.

Harry's breath was calming down and he noticed that Malfoy's had already come back to normal. He didn't know what was happening but he didn't dare to move nor did he even think about asking Malfoy to step back. The idea simply didn't pop into his head.

In fact, he wasn't able to think about really anything. He was too absorbed in those two orbs that seemed to have no end, they were so deep. How had he not noticed that before?

The two of them kept looking at each other, a slight confusion and hesitation on both of their faces. And then something weird happened.

Harry saw as Malfoy's eyes flicked, for less than a second, to his lips. It was so quick that he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been glued to his eyes all the time.

Without much thought, obviously unable to help himself, he did the same thing. He didn't even register the moment when his eyes decided to wander down the Slytherin's face and glance at his lips.

He quickly lifted his gaze up, back to the grey orbs looking straight back at him. They watched each other for what felt like eternity but could have been barely a second.

And then Harry's heart stopped, as Malfoy slowly, so very slowly leaned in, closing the distance between their faces.

His lips landed on Harry's and, gods, they were so warm. They felt so soft against his.

Something exploded in him, in his head, in his stomach, as Malfoy started to move them, gently caressing Harry's lips.

He was stunned and, at the beginning, absolutely frozen, unable to move. But as the first shock passed, he quickly started responding to Malfoy's ministrations. He pressed his lips against the one's on him, and tried to match their movements.

At the action, Malfoy let out a soft huff of relief that Harry responded.

They kissed slowly, with so much hesitation and precaution, as if they were unsure and afraid of scaring the other off.

After a long moment, Malfoy slowly pulled back, not too far but just enough to look Harry in the eyes. They were both panting softly, their eyes wide open, staring.

They were watching each other carefully for a whole minute, before Harry moved, titling his head slightly, in a clear implication, Malfoy meeting him halfway when he leaned in to press his lips to Harry's mouth again.

Their lips started to move against each other in sync, perfectly matching the other's motions.

At some point, Malfoy realized that he was still pinning Harry's wrists to the wall on either side of the boy's head. He slowly loosened his grip and let his own hands slid down Harry's arms, then his sides, until he stopped and placed them on the Gryffindor's waist.

Harry tensed at the change of position, suddenly having his hands free. He didn't know what to do with them so he let them hung loosely at his sides, feeling a bit awkward.

He quickly relaxed, though, as they kissed, Malfoy's soft lips too distracting to let another thought in.

They were kissing unhurriedly, probing the sensation of new experience, savoring it with curiosity and the delight of two pairs of warm lips grazing each other gently.

Malfoy's warm hands on his waist didn't help Harry to focus on something other than the mouth that was pressed against his, and the pressure on his sides. It was so overwhelming that Harry refused to fight the distraction and gave in completely to the feeling.

And it felt good. It felt so hot to be pressed against the wall, being kissed by Malfoy in the middle of Hogsmeade.

And then a thought struck him.

They'd never kissed before.

How come they never had? They did so many things and yet it was the first time their lips were touching.

Merlin, it was their first kiss.

Harry almost moaned at the thought but was too distracted by the soft lips moving against his own.

Malfoy caressed them gently, with so much patience and warmth that Harry had to respond in the same way.

It seemed like hours since they started kissing, but neither could bring himself to stop. Finally, when the need for air became impossible to ignore, they parted.

Malfoy pulled back slowly, leaving a couple of inches of distance between them.

Their eyes met instantly. They were both panting heavily, trying to catch their breaths, as they watched each other with intense stares. Their faces were flushed, their eyes expressing slight uncertainty and almost shyness.

Neither of them spoke. They just stood frozen in the same spot, surprised with what had just happened.

Harry bit down on his bottom lip, unsure of what to do next. Malfoy's eyes immediately followed the movement and focused on Harry's mouth once more. The Gryffindor felt himself blush fiercely under the piercing gaze, especially when the grey pupils came back to stare into his eyes.

"Nice jumper" Malfoy whispered, not breaking the eye contact for a second.

Harry shivered at the hoarse voice and blinked at the comment slightly dumbfounded.

"Wha-…what?" he mumbled.

But the blond just shook his head lightly, clearing his throat.

Harry looked at him in consternation but before he had even opened his mouth to say something, he was interrupted.

"Hey! You two!" a loud voice called out and both of them jumped in surprise. Harry looked to his right and saw an old wizard wearing a loose, grey nightshirt and a rather unhappy expression. "What are you doing here?" he shouted, squinting his eyes and pointing his wand at them "Get out of here. Back to your bloody school." he hissed.

Malfoy took a step back from Harry, giving him some more space. They both turned to the direction from which they had come and left the alley.

They entered the main street without exchanging a single word. Just when Harry was about to say something, he heard a familiar voice.

"Harry, here!"

He looked to the side and saw Hermione and Luna, holding bags with what he presumed was brand new clothes they must have bought.

Both girls rushed towards him and Harry froze for a moment, realizing he was not alone. He quickly turned to look at Malfoy, but the boy was already gone. Harry looked around and spotted blond hair, pushing through a crowd in the opposite direction.

"Harry" he felt a hand on his arm and turned towards his friends who were already standing by his side.

"We were looking for you!" Hermione exclaimed, furrowing her brows at him "Was it Malfoy standing next to you a moment ago?"

A shiver run down Harry's spine and he gulped "Um, I-…"

"I don't think he even noticed you" the girl continued "Thankfully."

"Er, yeah, I guess" he mumbled quickly "Ready to head back to the castle?"

The girls nodded and all three of them made their way to Hogwarts.

AN: There you go, loves! What do you think? Personally, I LOVED writing this chapter, as it felt way more intimate and somehow romatic (come on, kissed while being pressed to a wall? Kind of movie-like kiss, isn't it).

Besides, aren't they cute? I absolutely adore Drarry in this sweet-kind-of-unsure-and-hesitant way.

Can't wait to give you some more chapters and, as always, I hope you enjoyed reading this story!