Chapter Five

After Potions Harry had a free period. He didn't want to go back to Gryfinndor tower and be interrogated by Hermione about missing the first lesson. He would have to come up with some excuse as to why he missed the first lesson of term.

He began walking down to the Hospital Wing, planning to tell Professor Slughorn he had been ill. This way even if anyone asked if Harry had been in that morning, his lie would not be revealed. Harry didn't think Slughorn would be suspicious though; Harry had always been his favorite student.

When he reached the Hospital wing he pushed the door open only to see the real reason he had missed potions. Apparently, Malfoy had come up with the same plan as Harry. Draco looked up and saw him enter the room. Harry wanted to run away, but Madame Pomfrey had also caught sight of him.

"What do you need, dear?" She asked. Harry took his eyes off Draco and looked at her. What did he need? He needed to get out of here, he needed to figure out what the hell was going on, but most of all he needed to snog Malfoy. Wait, WHAT?! He shook his head and said, "Oh, I just have a bit of a stomach bug."

As Madame Pomfrey scuttled off to get something for Harry, Draco said,"Fancy meeting you here, Potter. As they say, 'Great minds think a like'" Harry wanted to curse him, but at the same time kiss him within an inch of his life. Without waiting for Harry to respond, Draco continued, "You better stop fucking with me, or you'll regret it." I wish I could stop, thought Harry. But he didn't say what he was thinking, something completely different came out of his mouth, "We haven't done any fucking yet, that remains one of your fantasies." Harry had no idea where it had come from. Malfoy looked dumbfounded.

As soon as he had received his stomach potion, Harry ran from the Hospital Wing. After that, facing Ron and Hermione seemed like nothing. On the floor below Gryfinndor Tower Harry heard someone chasing after him. He wheeled around to face Malfoy again. "Tell me what is going on," he demanded.

"Look, Malfoy," Harry couldn't take much more of this, "I don't understand this any better than you. And I don't like any more either. I'm confused and frustrated, and I'm tired of it."

Looking murderous, Draco took out his wand and stepped toward Harry. Harry reached for his own wand, but before he could reach it his mind was clouding, Where was his anger going? Why couldn't he think straight? Why did he feel the need to touch Draco? Malfoy didn't seem to be able to concentrate either, his wand hand was slowing lowering. And all of a sudden it was too much.

Harry grabbed Draco's face and smashed his own lips into those of his enemy. He wrapped his arms around Draco and rubbed his hands up and down his back. Malfoy's hands were moving in gentle circles on Harry's waist. The fact that they were in the middle of a corridor had flew from Harry's mind with all else sensible. He moved his hands to the bottom of Draco's back and slipped his hands under the seem of his shirt, He felt Draco's smooth skin and moved his hands around to his chest. He let his fingers run along the hard muscles, his every nerve tingling. Harry thought he was going to explode when...

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" Ron had walked into the corridor.