Chapter Four

Harry walked down to breakfast the next morning hand in hand with Ginny. He didn't feel happy though. He felt guilty and confused. He loved Ginny, he loved kissing her, but at the same time he felt so separated from her world. It was the same feeling he had felt after Dumbledore had told him about the prophecy.

And then there was Malfoy. What was going on? Harry reached up and touched his lips, still unable to believe not long ago these lips had been kissing Draco. It made him sick, and at the same time he wanted it to do it again. Why had Draco reacted so angrily on the train and so differently mere hours later? Was he as confused as Harry or was this what he wanted, to mess with Harry?

As he walked past the Slytherin table, Harry forced himself not to look at Malfoy. He wondered if Draco had seen him holding Ginny's hand and immediately wanted to let go. He turned to Ginny to see her looking concerned, "What's up, Harry? You look worried."

"Oh, I'm just hungry," he lied, "I haven't had Hogwarts food in months." Ginny smiled and walked faster toward the Gryffindor table. Not that many people knew Ginny and Harry had split up at the end of last year, so no one was surprised to see them together.

After recieving their time tables from MacGonagall, Harry, Ron and Hermione set off for potions. Harry was making his way down the steps that led to the dungeons, when someone grabbed the back of his robes and pulled him to the side of the staircase. Hermione and Ron had been arguing again and hadn't noticed.

"Come with me," whispered his capturer. He recognized Malfoy's voice at once. He dragged Harry into a deserted corridor.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry asked angrily, "We've got to go to potions."

"You're not going anywhere until we sort some shit out," Draco sounded much angrier than Harry.

"O.K. What's going on? What was last night about?" As much as Harry wanted to hex Malfoy, he also wanted all his questions answered.

"Yeah, exactly what I want to know. I hate you, Potter,so what the hell are you doing to me?" Draco sounded disgusted not only in Harry, but also himself. His words confused Harry even more, if that was possible. Did Draco feel the same way he did, sickened yet tempted? And he thought Harry was using magic to make him feel this way? "Malfoy, I'm not doing anything to you," he began, trying to be calm, "You're the one who kissed me." As Harry spoke his eyes moved to Malfoy's moist lips and he yearned to kiss him again. STOP!, he thought. He needed to get out of here before he did something insane, but he knew Draco wouldn't let him leave.

"Oh, and I forced you to kiss back, did I?," Malfoy sneered, sarcasm dripping off every word. Harry knew he was right. He had been all too happily let Draco's tongue explore his mouth. He couldn't take it anymore, talking about kissing Draco just made him want to do it more. He stepped foward. Malfoy didn't move. The closer he got to him the stronger the desire became and the weaker the disgust. Draco seemed to be falling into the same spell. Their noses were an inch apart when Harry stopped. He turned his face to the right and slowly moved it forward, scared and excited at the same time. He halted when his lips were touching Draco's just the slightest bit and whispered, "I'll force you to kiss me back if I need to." What made him say it, he had no idea. He didn't seem to understand much of anything recently.

"No need for that," Draco shot back and pressed his lips fully against Harry's. Harry slid his tongue through his teeth and licked Draco's lips until Draco opened his mouth and let Harry's tongue in. Draco tasted delicious. He placed his hands on Harry's waist and pulled him closer. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck as their tounges rolled around in each other's mouths.

Suddenly the sound of students moving through the halls reached their ears. Surprised they broke apart and stared at each other. Instantly Harry came back to his senses. He let go of Draco straightaway and ran off just as Draco had done the night before.