Harry did not seen this coming. One moment he was confessing his love—something he planned to do... in his will—and the next, the hunk was lip locking him! His eyes were widen and he was too shock to respond, but the blonde kept kissing him anyway. Harry soon blinked a couple times before realization kicked in.

Malfoy was kissing him. Draco was kissing him. DRACO. MALFOY. IS. KISSING. HIM! A large blush appeared on his face at that.

'Wait a minute,' he thought. 'What the heck am I doing...? I got to kiss him back!' He was ready and puckered his lips slightly—only for the blonde to suddenly pull back and away from the half-naked Gryffindor.

Harry watched as the handsome Slytherin was red across his face to the tip of his ears, covered his mouth, and his eyes were widen to the point of bulging out; the man was in shock, and who could blame him? He was the one that made the move.

'Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, oh Merlin! What did I do?!' He screamed in his thoughts. 'The moment just happened out of nowhere! Why did I kiss him?! Dammit! What the hell is wrong with me?!' He let go his mouth, revealing soft but rapid panting due to his racing heart, and his eyes roamed around while looking at the floor. 'This was a mistake. It has to be! It's clearly that Harry was under a spell, and I... I must have cured it! Yeah, that's it!' He was starting to calm down.

'Yeah, he must be fine by now. Maybe, he was so shock and revolted by the kiss that it got him back to normal...' The idea of it actually ached his heart, but he ignored it. 'That should have done it. Harry Potter is fine once more!'

"Why did you stop?" Draco shivered sharply at the sudden saying near his ear. It was then he realized that Harry wrapped his arms around his waist, and was holding him from behind while his chin laid on his now dry shoulder. "I was so close on kissing you back," he said, seductively before kissing his ear.

Okay, that was proof enough that he was wrong... And made one hell of a mistake.

He blushed brightly again before withering and trying to push Harry's strong arms apart. "Ok, ok, ok, Harry! T-th-this isn't you! You... need... something to get your mind out of the gutter! Especially when it's... on me!" He soon gave up, and groaned in annoyance. "How strong are you?!"

"Enough to do this," Harry said before turning the blonde around, let him go... And suddenly lifted him to lay on his shoulder while the blonde yelled at the action.

"P-Potter, you put me down this instant!" He shouted as Harry walked away from the tub and Draco's uniform. "I have to change! I'm not even a sack of potatoes—!"

"And yet, I wouldn't mind eating you anyway." He said it so calm and natural, but Draco still blushed before hitting the back of the Gryffindor's head. Thank Merlin he didn't noticed his face. Harry still chuckled anyway.

"Harry, put me down this INSTANT," Draco soon said sternly as his arms were crossed. For some odd reason, it worked and he felt Harry's rough hands—Draco pretended to ignore it—and was place down.

"Thank you!" He snapped, only to realize he was placed down... in the middle of the bed. The Gryffindor moved himself to be over the blonde's body, looking at him like he was the sweetest treacle tart he was going to love forever, and would never forget it.

The smile was gentle, matching his eyes and it caused him to be uncomfortable and made Draco look away from him. He closed his eyes the moment he felt Harry's thumb and finger grasp his chin and turned him back to Harry's face.

Draco was paralyzed under his touch. He didn't even look like he was breathing as Harry leaned down. Draco couldn't handle it. He didn't know what to do! He should have followed instincts and take him to Madam Pomfrey. He couldn't call for help; everyone was asleep right now, and the room was too far for anyone to hear anyway. Draco was scared; he was shivering slightly when he felt Harry getting closer and closer and closer...

"Why are you scared?" Draco's eyes shot open and looked up at him, as well let out an exhale of his held breath. The sight broke his heart. His eyes were filled with guilt and pain, his mouth was a frown of regret and sorrow, and his aura made him felt the familiar feeling of depression growing; instead of seeing gentle Harry, Draco was mostly likely looking at his old self from sixth year. The blonde's mind was blank with nothing but guilt. "Do you really... hate me that much?" The blonde saw tears filling up in his eyes. Draco knew those tears, and it broke his heart to see them on his crush. Tears of heartbreak...

Draco was speechless at that. He didn't mean to... But he was... And now he... Draco soon groaned loudly and covered his face. The held back tears were starting to go away as the Gryffindor was confused. "That's my question to you!" He shouted, after removing his hands and glared up at the man. "You're confusing me, you're confessing to me, you're checking me out, and now you're upset with me?!" The exclaim was enough to have the Gryffindor on his knees while staring at the Slytherin in shock.

"HARRY POTTER, YOU HAVE A F****** PROBLEM, and I can't do anything about it because you. aren't. MAKING. ANY. SENSE!" His screamed voice echoed in the room, while the two stared at each other in silence. Draco then laid his back on the pillows and brought his legs up, holding them tight before bringing his head down behind his knees. Harry did nothing but watched.

"...What is with you?" Harry winced a little at the tone of voice: pain, just like sixth year. Only this time..., he caused it. "Why are you ruining my life?" His voice cracked before a loud sniffle came, along with soft sobs.

Draco... He's just... Draco was a wreck right now. His entire body was shaking. His mind was blank in darkness. His eyes constantly shed salt waterfalls. He just wanted to be alone. He didn't want to be here anymore, but he couldn't move. He stayed where he was, hoping for darkness to suck him in.

It was sixth year all over again, but without the mark and the darkness from the Dark Lord. And his mad Aunt.

He felt the bed move, but he made no reaction. He just kept on sobbing as he held himself tighter. This wasn't suppose to happen. He should have never listened to Harry, or look at his eyes. He needed help the moment he got him. He didn't know what was wrong. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what was happening! All he did know... Was that he wanted it to end already. And he knew it wouldn't be pretty.

Draco figured the Gryffindor grabbed his clothes, try to say sorry but couldn't and just headed to the door quietly, so that Draco could be alone. The thought caused him to cry more. What has he done? His crush must already hate him (again) for hurting and snapping at his face. He could never look at the man's face again. He wouldn't take it, especially with his friends. Jumping off the astronomy tower now seems like a—

He gasped and jumped a little. He lifted his head a little, showing his bloodshot and wet, but surprised eyes a little before realizing what happened. Harry didn't leave. He got Draco's clothes and wrapped his robe around his shoulders.

Draco's red eyes watched the Gryffindor, who pulled back and laid the clothes on the counter beside Draco. The silver irises kept contact to Harry. He looked... guilt. Upset. Worried.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, softly while looking down. "I don't know what's wrong with me either. I didn't mean to hurt you, or scare you, or even make you cry. It's just... When I first saw you in the locker room, you look so sexy and handsome in that Slytherin uniform. Like you were on the Quidditch field under the sunlight. Something... something in my head messed me up. I-It must have been something I ate, because I wouldn't faint out of no reason. Especially in front of you. And then... m-my head got more froggy with reality and imagination. When I recalled you leading me to the Room of Requirement, it wasn't because I wanted to go there."

"It was because my imagination happened to show the both of us, in the room, making love. Again. Then again. Then again. Until you passed out." He rubbed his neck, embarrassed as he could imagine the blonde's face if he wasn't crying.

"And then... my mind got more messed up after I saw you get out of the water. Again, imagination and reality happened. One moment, I saw you freaking out while you covered yourself. And the next..." He blushed as he looked towards the wall this time. "You were asking me to come in. Not literally saying it, but signaling me with a sexy look on your face." He sighed then rubbed his face, "I don't know what's wrong. The kiss! It triggered me for reality, but then something kicked in further, causing me to not see your real reaction but the imaginative one!"

"You were yelling annoyingly to have me put you down. I didn't know that; what I did know was that you were begging to taken and hoped to be pinned down soon. That's what I thought! I just—!" He quickly got off the bed again, his hands on his face to show his frustration. "Draco, I'm sorry!" His back was faced to Draco.

"I do love you, and for some reason every time I look at you my mind messes up! That's why I can't look at you! There must have been some potion or spell that caused me to act like this, but... I swear to you, Draco... I never wanted to happen like this. I love you. I've been in love with you so much. I was obsessed with you in sixth year... You're always on my mind... And now... I can't stop every time I see you."

Silence came between them. Harry was tensed from head to toe. The idea of not looking at Draco does work, having him out of the trance he was in on having him. But..., he did it. He told Draco he loved him. Draco kissed him, and it felt like Heaven before being lusted with heat and need. That's not what he wanted. Yes, he wanted to have sex with Draco, but not with lust...

He wanted to make love with the blonde. Showed him how much he loves him. Kissing his skin like he was fragile enough to break, have him wither under his cool touch under his heated self, make... make him release in pleasure and love, and then... become one. Connected together to be united. That's what Harry wanted... This shouldn't have happened.

Draco on the bed while being half naked: yes. Having the blonde breakdown due to what was happening in the room: ...no, not a chance. The thought and sight of it caused him enough guilt to give it up. It was over. He lost his chance with him. He messed up. Even if he had the chance to go back and change it, or even to Oblivate on him, the sight and sounds of his precious Draco breaking down will cause him guilt until the day he die. Again.

"Look," he said, breaking the silence. "If you don't like me, I understand that. Especially after everything I did since the locker room..., who would want to be near me, let alone 'with me'. I'll just get my clothes and le—"

His heart stopped. His breathing paused. He stood like a statue with wide eyes. The only thing that was moving (on the outside of his body) was his eyes. That looked down... and saw pale muscular arms wrapped around his torso, over his abs. He also felt skin. From the head... to the waist. The towel was gone; Harry blushed madly. His crush was hugging him from behind.

While being butt. Naked.

Harry hoped this wasn't another imagination.

"I don't regret it." Harry's skin jumped when the naked blonde, hugging him, spoke. This was no dream.

"I love you too, Harry." The taller male's heart raced when he said that. He loved him. He really did. Harry wondered if Draco could hear his hitting hard heart. "And the kiss... I did it because of what you said. I don't regret it.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, but... I'm glad you understand anyway. The real you, not the insane you." Harry chuckled at that. He was pretty insane the moment he carried Draco over his shoulder.

"So..., what are we?" He whispered. Then quickly. "Going to do! That's what I meant, what are we going to do about it?" He said, sheepish in embarrassment.

"Well, I don't know what to do with that situation of yours..." Makes sense. He doesn't even recall going through something like that. What did he drink or eat today? Did something tasted funny or—"But." The thoughts were blank. Harry had to hold back a whine when the blonde pulled back, and held back the urge to turn around. He heard a little ruffling, then the creaking of the bed. "Can... Is there a way, for you to look at me without being affected?"

Harry was confused by the question. "I'm... Im not sure. But, if I look at you the power will effect me again."

"Okay... How about this?"

"What?"

A snicker came from the blonde. "If you turn around—"

"Draco, I want to treat you right—" Harry interrupted.

"I know, I know. I just want to try something. Could you please... Turn around for me?"

Harry was silent at the question. He could get effected by it again. And he didn't want that to happened. The boys didn't know what was wrong with Harry, except the face that his feelings rise up to lust when he looks directly at the blonde. But... If Draco said he wants to try... And he loved him back... Harry sighed softly. "Okay."

Harry turned around... And was still the same. Why? It was mostly because of what he was looking at the. Yes, the Slytherin Adonis was wearing the towel again. He was also sitting at the end of the bed. But that wasn't caught his eye... It was the addition to what Draco was wearing: covering his beautiful, hypnotizing silver irises... Was a Gryffindor tie.

How Draco was able to get it; Harry didn't know. What object and what time did he turned it into one; Harry didn't know. He wasn't sure how the blonde was able to, but it was working.

"Harry?" The blonde asked, shy and confused. Harry realized he was silent for too long, and soon walked up to him. Draco heard the soft footsteps then a presence on the bed as it creaked again.

"D-did it work?" Draco asked, stuttering in worry. He heard nothing, but then felt hands holding his own.

"How do you feel, Harry?" He then asked, surprisingly calm once more. Draco heard a movement—the bed creaked slightly—and then smooth and soft lips touched against his skin of the right cheek. After it was pulled back, he blushed softly. He could imagine the smile on the Gryffindor.

"Like myself," he finally answered.

Draco smiled. It worked! Too bad he couldn't see, but it was better like this to have true feelings from him. He soon felt a hand that grasped the kissed cheek and his head tilted up. He didn't even realized his head was down, direct to the middle of Harry's torso. He soon felt the lips on him again, only this time... It was on his own. Draco closed his eyes under the tie and lifted up his own hand to grasp Harry's cheek as well.

This is what he wanted. This is the love he wanted from the handsome Gryffindor. The spell really didn't make any sense. But, Draco didn't care. His mind was blank at the moment. Nothing mattered; not the tie or not being half-naked and slightly cold. Nothing but Harry's lips against his own, and his hands now behind his back as his arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close.

Oh yeah. He would kill Voldemort himself if he dared to interrupt the proper and loving kiss Draco was waiting for.