Chapter Thirteen

Draco returned to his dormitory after dinner to find a tightly rolled piece of parchment on his bed. He approached it cautiously. Only a Slytherin could have put it there, and most of them hadn't been very friendly lately.

He unrolled the parchment, and the handwriting looked vaguely familiar. It did not have a name, but he knew it was not from a Slytherin.

The note read:

Draco, meet me by the lake at midnight. I don't think it's safe to say who I am in case someone else opens it, but you can guess

He could most definitely guess. Harry.

He lay in bed an hour later. He wasn't worried about falling asleep. He was way too anxious to fall asleep. He was disgusting himself. He should not even get this way over a girl, and here he was acting like one about to meet her crush. Don't go, he thought, but if he didn't go, what would Harry think? Why does it matter to me? Of course, he knew exactly why it mattered to him, but he didn't want to admit it anymore.

Harry was waiting by the lake wondering if Draco would show and at the same time wanting to leave. Why couldn't he just decide how he felt about Draco and keep it that way?

Out of the darkness came footsteps. Draco's face soon appeared moving closer. When he reached the edge of the lake, Harry didn't know what to say, and Draco seemed to be at a loss for words also. Finally he said, "How did you get into the Slytherin dormitory?"

"Invisibility cloak. I just followed someone in before the door shut behind them," Harry explained. Then he dived into what he wanted to say, "I know you said it was over, but I can't stop thinking... It disgusts me. I mean you're you," he felt bad, but it was true, "I'm sorry."

"I feel the same," Draco said onbviously not insulted, "I was a Death Eater! And you getting back with Weasel tonight doesn't make this easier."

"I didn't! I just wanted to fly. I was too upset, I knew if I was alone I would get lost in my own head and pull every thing out of proportion, which I kind of did anyway," Draco seemed to believe this so Harry went on, "So what should we do? I want it to end a lot of the time, but it's so much harder than that."

"You can say that again," Draco was so frustrated, "If we are really careful and keep this a secret then maybe..."

Harry was slightly surprised and stayed silent. Draco took this incorrectly, "Or maybe not."

"No! I want to try. I mean...I..." Harry had to stop. It was happening again. He couldn't think straight, he just wanted Draco. Had they moved closer together?

Somehow they had gotten to be an inch away for each other.

"As long as we're careful..." whispered Harry, and he kissed Draco hard. Draco reacted immediately, opening his mouth. Things were moving faster this time. They were already reaching to remove each other's shirts.

Draco's bare skin against his own aroused Harry. He reached for the button of Draco's pants. No one was going to get in the way this time.

When neither boy was wearing pants, they lowered themselves onto the ground, lying on their sides and still kissing. Draco reached down and slipped his hand in between Harry's legs. He moved his fingers over the soft skin on Harry's inner thigh. He put his hand over where he knew Harry's penis was. It was hard. He lightly squeezed, and Harry groaned.

A wave of water from the lake splashed over them. The tide was rising. Harry gasped, the water was freezing. The surprise seemed to have awoken Draco.

"This isn't safe! We have to go in!" He looked as if he didn't really want to, which was how Harry felt.

"It's dark, let's stay," he begged.

"I'm sorry, Harry..." Draco grabbed his clothes and ran off.