Chapter Fourteen

Harry got dressed alone and began to walk back up to the castle, cursing himself all the way. He knew he should have met Draco in the Room of Requirement, but after picturing the lake reflecting the moon, he just couldn't resist. Why did everything always have to end with one of them running away? Harry wasn't mad at Draco. He was mad at everyone else: Draco's parents, all of Slytherin house. They were what made Draco so afraid.

Suddenly Harry broke into a run. How far was Draco? Could Harry catch him before he got back to his dormitory? The oak front doors were drawing near. Harry came to a halt a few feet before he reached them. Draco was sitting on the steps with his face in his hands.

"Draco?" Harry approached cautiously, not wanting him to flee again. Draco didn't lift his face when he spoke. In a muffled voice he said, "The doors are locked."

Harry was confused, "But they were open when we came out. Why would they lock them half way through the night?"

"I don't know, maybe someone saw us leave and locked us out so we could be caught in the morning," Draco was obviously terrified and becoming more paranoid by the second. Harry didn't know what to say. He sat down next to Draco. Finally he pulled his hands away and turned his head toward Harry. "Who am I?" He asked. If Harry was confused or at a loss for words before, it was nothing to how he felt now. He reached for Draco's hand like he had done on the train, but Draco moved it away and shook his head. Harry was suddenly angry.

"Why is always like this? You act like I mean something to you, then you run away. When I do see you again, it's like you hate me all over again. I keep trying to sort it all out, but you don't want to cooperate. Finally tonight, you say you want to try, but what do you do? Run away again! I can't take it!" Harry hated yelling at Draco, but all the same the words burst out of his mouth.

"Oh, and you're the only one suffering from this, are you? As I'm clearly loving every second of it," Draco looked at Harry like he used, with pure hatred.

"You git," spat Harry, "What is the point of trying to make anything work with you? No matter what I do, you are always going to turn around and decide to mess with me again."

"Why is everything my fault?," Draco asked incredulously. Then he changed his voice to a mocking tone, "Oh, how could I forget? The famous Harry Potter is never to blame. How could he ever be wrong. He's simply perfect."

Harry aimed a punch at Draco's face, but he blocked it and kicked Harry in the stomach, knocking him off the stairs. Harry jumped back up and ran at Malfoy. He rammed his fist into the side of Draco's head. He fell to the ground. The force of Harry's arm pulled him off balance, and he fell over on to Draco. They clawed at each other for a minute, and unexpectly found their arms around each other. They stopped moving and lay there clinging to one another for a while. Harry's head slid down and rested on Draco's shoulder, who reached up and ran his hand through Harry's ever-messy hair.

After a moment Harry lifted his head and their lips met. This kiss wasn't rought like the one they had shared earlier that night. It was soft and tender. When Harry finally reached for Draco's shirt, he pulled it off slowly, mermizing every detail of his chest. He began to move his mouth away from Draco's lips, kissing every inch of his neck just as gently as his had his mouth. He moved down placing his tingling lips on Draco's bare chest as lightly as possible.

When he came to the waist of Draco's pants, he let his lips rest in one spot as he unbuckled the belt. He pulled the pants as slowly as he had the shirt. When he raised himself back to Draco's waist, he let his hands rest on the edge of Draco's boxers and looked up into his eyes. Draco nodded, and Harry slid the boxers off. He sat for a moment staring at the naked body of his former enemy. It didn't feel odd that he was fully clothed himself.

Harry reached out and laid his fingertips on Draco's penis. He moved them slowly up and down, acting purely on instinct. Draco groaned. Harry found himself lowering his head to where his hand was. He pulled his hand away and placed his lips on the tip of Draco's hard penis. He ran his tongue along it slowly and then took it in his mouth, moving his tongue around it. Draco groaned louder and placed a hand on Harry's head.

When Harry finally pulled his head away, he moved upward and kissed Draco once more.