Chapter 7

Rating: M

Warnings: H/D SLASH

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Harry Potter! Characters (except those created by us) belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling, WB, and the publishing companies.

A/N: Sorry for the hold up. It was actually ready by Friday, but we were going to add to it. Didn't happen : ( but it's good as it is, though shorter compared to our recent updates. Stops in a good place, though. sigh we were trying to get at least halfway done with the story, but it's not even halfway there. Chapter 8 might mark the end of the half, or possibly about one third. A lot of stuff still has to happen. Anyways, excuse us for the lateness and enjoy : ).

-7-

Awkward silence filled the coach as Harry and Draco made their way back to Hogwarts. Neither of them was sure of what to say and so both kept quiet. Harry had seen Charlie off the day before, though he had refused vehemently until Draco finally convinced him of doing it. Draco had surprised him by asking him to go and say goodbye to Charlie, and Harry had surprised himself by complying to Draco's orders. He had gone and looked on as Charlie left, not uttering a word to him and refusing to look at him until the very end. What Harry received was a sad and regretful gaze from Charlie before Charlie had turned around and left.

Harry sighed as he continued to look out the window. He glanced quickly at Draco, who had his eyes closed and was leaning back against his chair, head resting to the side. Harry quickly turned around as feelings rose in him once again. He recognized those feelings, though, and he did not want to admit them. He wanted to shut them out and completely forget about them. He wanted those feelings never to come near him again, but here they were, and only a few days after he had his heart broken. Harry looked out the window once again, eyes staring out yet not seeing anything, mind replaying scenes in his head and trying to form some coherence out of everything.

Harry gave one last quick glance at Draco before deciding that it would be better if he had a rest too. He was tired, though emotionally. He slumped in his chair slightly, oblivious to the rustle of clothes next to him, and closed his eyes, his figure slumping over the bag he carried as he drifted off to sleep.

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Draco woke up and looked around, slightly disoriented, when he felt a bump jolt him up and he remembered he was on his way to Hogwarts. Turning, he found himself staring at Harry as he slept apparently peacefully on top of his bag, though in what looked like an uncomfortable position. Draco though, still too sleepy and groggy to perceive much, decided that he was better off asleep and decided to nap once again.

A few hours later Draco woke up to another jolt from the coach, only to hear the driver announce that there was about half an hour remaining before their arrival. Draco stretched before settling himself back, now a bit more awake, and turning to look at Harry, who's head was now leaning on the side of the coach. Draco stared at Harry before deciding it was better if he were woken up before their arrival. He was about to move when he suddenly stopped at the sight of Harry's flesh before him. His necktie had apparently been loosened and the skin underneath it was currently visible. Draco instinctively licked his lips as he stared at Harry, eyes roaming the pale flesh until he caught himself. He stopped any further train of thought that would lead into that direction and roughly woke Harry up, immediately turning back towards the window with a flushed face and leaving a confused Harry staring at him through half-lidded sleepy eyes.

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"Are we almost there?" Harry asked, once completely awake.

Draco nodded. "According to the driver, we have around twenty minutes until we get there," Draco said, turning slightly to look at Harry.

"Oh, alright then," Harry said, letting their conversation drop and allowing an awkward silence to ensue.

"Are you ready for Hogwarts?" Draco asked, unsure of what else to say.

"I suppose I am," Harry mumbled, a thought coming up to the forefront of his mind and bothering him to be let out until it finally won. "Draco," Harry said to get Draco's attention before asking the question, but when those grey eyes looked at him he felt himself feel hot suddenly and could not remember what he had been about to say.

"What is it, Harry?" Draco asked, eyebrows furrowed as he waited for Harry to continue on what he was about to say.

"Oh, nevermind. It was just a silly idea," Harry said before turning around to the window, away from Draco's eyes.

Draco though, was more perceptive than he was being given credit for, and so understood what Harry had been about to say. "Are you wondering if things between us will remain the same?" Draco asked, concern showing in his grey eyes as they surveyed Harry.

Harry turned around, surprised that Draco had apparently been thinking the same thing. Harry nodded, unsure of how to go about it. "I'm... well, I don't know. It was tough last year to even get a word across to each other, and then it was even worse with the fight, though you can't really say much changed," Harry said. "We don't really tend to talk much to each other throughout the school year."

"Well, it is hard since we're both in different houses and have different schedules," Draco said.

"I know that," Harry said, "but... nevermind." Harry turned around, once again towards the window, a bit irritated that he couldn't get his entire thoughts across and annoyed that Draco apparently was not experiencing the apprehension he felt.

"If you're worried about how our communication will continue," Draco said, sliding over and placing himself in front of Harry, "I assure you that I will try my best to make it better this year. As you've probably noticed, the school year really does nothing to our friendship. We each have our own circle of friends, we each have lives apart from each other that we live. I want that to dissolve, Harry. I want us to go back to the friends we were before and I want us to be each other's best friend, the first friend we can count on and the first friend we can tell everything to," Draco said, grabbing a hold of Harry's hands and startling Harry even more.

"You said everything I was going to say and more," Harry said, smiling slightly and unknowingly running his thumb in a light caress over Draco's hand. "I want to remain friends too, Draco, but we're going to have to work at it. It's going to be tough," Harry muttered, disentangling his hands from Draco's with slightly blushing cheeks once he realized he had been running his thumb over Draco's hand and hoping Draco hadn't noticed.

Draco, though, sat stunned at the caress he had just been treated with and was even more stunned at the hot wave he had felt flow through him simply because of one simple caress. He had been disappointed when Harry had taken back his hands, and was even about to grab at them again but stopped himself and blushed at the thought. Surely it would scare Harry if he went after him and he didn't feel for Harry that way. Harry was like a brother to him. How could he even think such thoughts? Yet he knew it was all a lie. Looking back up at Harry he knew that if even some slight encouragement would pass to him through Harry, if he knew that Harry looked at him the same way he looked at Harry, if he even half-guessed that Harry felt the same way he felt towards Harry, he would do what he didn't dare to at the moment.

"The castle's coming into view. Five more minutes and we're there, Master Draco," the driver said as he urged the horses forward.

"We'll work at it," Draco said, giving Harry a reassuring smile and slipping back into his place, his mind pushing back his thoughts on Harry for later inspection.

Harry gave a soft smile before turning back to his window, sighing softly and inaudibly so that Draco couldn't hear. He wasn't sure what he felt towards Draco, all he knew was that he didn't want to lose his friendship again. He knew he felt Draco was something of a brother to him and a friend, but anything more than that he wasn't sure. After having experienced what he had thought would be love and having it ripped from him, he wasn't sure if he could go through it again. He didn't want any lovers at the moment, he didn't want anyone that could break him as easily as Charlie had. He had hidden his pain well, pushing it away whenever it threatened to come up. He pushed the thought of Charlie, thoughts of love out of his head whenever they tried to make their way in and replaced them with other thoughts. No, he didn't want Draco that close to him. He wasn't sure he could handle it if Draco did what Charlie did. He wasn't sure he could handle it if Draco left him.

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"Hello Draco... Hello, Franz," Harry said, saying the last greeting rather forcefully.

"Why, hello there Harry," Franz said, giving him a smile that seemed to promise things in the future.

"Is there something you needed?" Draco asked, eyes growing somewhat concerned as he inspected the agitated state Harry was in.

"No... well... yes, there is something I want to talk to you about," Harry said, giving off a slight smile. "Franz, is it okay if I talk with Draco... alone...?"

Franz got up graciously, winking at Harry as he stood up. "I might want some alone time with you, in exchange," Franz said, "you know... to talk things over," Franz continued, giving Harry a seducing smile before exiting the library and leaving Harry and Draco alone.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Draco asked, offering a seat to Harry so he could sit down.

"Him," Harry said, staring at the door before turning back to Draco. "I thought you said you were going to get rid of him," Harry said, voice slightly rising with emotion.

"Harry, I am... I will...," Draco said, shifting uncomfortably as Harry gave him disbelieving glances.

"I just want to know why you haven't done it yet," Harry said. "I want to know why you are still around him, why you continue to be in his company when I asked you not to be."

"I can choose whoever I want to be with, Harry," Draco snapped, "and it really is none of your business who I'm with, now is it?"

Harry stared incredulously at Draco before narrowing his eyes in anger. "I thought we had talked about this on the coach, but apparently I'm wrong. We both agreed that Franz was not good for you. You told me yourself, you were only with him for the pleasure," Harry said, anger threatening to make his voice louder.

"Sometimes you need that pleasure in order to forget certain things," Draco said, anger making its way into his voice as well. "And I ask, once again, why do you care who I'm with?"

"Because you're my friend, you're like a brother to me," Harry said, "and I don't want to see you with the wrong person."

"That's rich," Draco said, trying to keep himself in check and whispering angrily now at Harry across their seats. "And who, pray tell, would be the right person?"

"I... I... I don't know, Draco, but it is not him," Harry said, annoyed and confused now.

"You're a friend and a brother," Draco said, "that doesn't give you reign over my love affairs. If you were something else, then I would listen to you. Then I might get rid of Franz, but you're not, Harry, and so you have no right to tell me who I can be with and who I cannot."

Harry stared, face red with anger and eyes shining a bright green and with a fierceness Draco was sure he didn't like. "Fine," Harry uttered before standing up and leaving the library, leaving behind a flustered Draco.

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'Harry,' Draco thought, 'if only you'd realize it... but you don't want it.' He turned around and faced the ceiling, eyes open and completely awake. 'I'm having to struggle with keeping my feelings down everyday and you just don't seem to understand, you don't want it... and I'm afraid that if one slip up happens, you'll immediately fall away from me.'

Draco turned over, his mind continuing its rambling and trying to make itself clear to him. 'I know he's still hurt, but he doesn't want to share. Could that be why he won't invite me in? What if that's the reason he won't dare to look at me, or anyone else for that matter, as anything other than a friend... Damn you, Weasley, even when you're away you seem to be here. Why couldn't you have left Harry alone, then maybe everything could have fallen into place a lot easier... then maybe... Harry... would like me... would look at me in that way... then Harry... he might...," Draco thought as he slowly fell asleep, realization dawning on him that he loved Harry and that the thing he wanted most in the world was Harry's love.

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"Harry?" Draco said tentatively as he caught sight of dark black hair in front of him. Luckily, it was Harry he had called out and not one of the younger students who had looked at him with curiousity as he explained he had mistaken them for someone else. "Harry, can we talk?" Draco asked after catching up with Harry.

"I don't think we have anything to talk about," Harry said stiffly before continuing on his way.

"Harry, we need to talk. Now," Draco said, getting in Harry's way and not allowing him to go any further. "I don't want us to be on bad terms and..."

"Then break up with him," Harry said in an even voice that offered no other option.

"Harry, I already told you... I can't...," Draco answered.

"Why not? Because the pleasure's too good? Because you like men like that? Why not, Draco?" Harry asked, looking once again angrily at Draco.

"Because, I don't want to get close to anyone and with Franz, I don't have to get close to him," Draco answered, his cold grey eyes searching Harry for a response.

"So it is only for pleasure then," Harry said in a dead tone that scared Draco, a tone that seemed to end their discussion once again.

"No... Harry... it's much more complicated than that... why don't you understand," Draco said, trying to form his words right when Harry stopped him by stepping closer, his face stopping inches away from Draco's own.

"I'm sorry I can't seem to understand, Draco, but what I do seem to understand is that physical pleasure can make you forget the worst things in life," Harry said, giving Draco one last cold look before making his way towards his next class.

Draco looked on, confusion etched on his face and a terrible uneasiness settling in him. Things did not seem to be going good, but he couldn't follow Harry now. He would be late to class if he did. He'd have to wait until later in the day and hope that he could explain it then.

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"So how is Draco's little good friend doing?" Franz asked as he placed his things next to Harry's, disregarding Seamus's things that were already there and knocking them over to the next seat.

Harry looked up slightly and fought the urge to roll his eyes and, even worse, punch the lights out of Franz. After all, it wasn't Franz that was doing the harm, it was Draco. If Draco would just end things with Franz...

"Hello? Harry?" Franz asked, giving Harry a confused look.

"Oh, sorry," Harry said, giving Franz a small smile. "I seemed to have wandered off... I'm fine, Franz. What about you?"

"Well, there really isn't anything to complain about," Franz said before turning mischievous eyes onto Harry. "Of course, things could be a lot better."

Harry didn't miss the insinuation with that remark, nor did he miss the hand that trailed slightly over his leg. He gave a quick glance over at Franz and noticed that Franz really wasn't that bad to look at, with his slightly curling light brown hair and his hazel eyes. He looked at Franz once again and received a raised eyebrow from him in return, along with a sly smile, the same he had been given at the library.

"Meet me out in front of the portrait of Glinda, if you would like to continue our delightful conversation," Franz whispered into Harry's ear once class was over before standing up and departing, waving to another group that was exiting at the same time.

Harry stood up and glanced around only to find Seamus looking at him with a curious expression on his face. "What did he say?" Seamus asked.

"Nothing really," Harry said, and at Seamus's unbelieving look continued on. "Nothing I'm interested in, at least," he said and, finding a satisfied expression on his friend's face, left the room, Franz's proposition fresh in his mind.

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"I'm glad you could make it, Harry," Franz said with a smile that chilled, excited, yet disgusted Harry slightly all at the same time.

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Draco walked through the corridors, hoping to catch a glimpse of Harry. He had already mistaken yet another student for Harry but had nevertheless, continued on.

He was turning a corner, the corner that led to his dormitory when a sudden flash of black caught his attention. Harry wouldn't be out at this hour though, Draco thought as he made his way to ignore what he had just seen. Then again, he hadn't seen Harry head up to his dorm either... and he had asked Seamus to check for him... but Seamus was known to be unreliable at times. Draco stopped, undecided as to whether he should check or not. Then again, what would Harry be doing in a corner except... Draco's face paled slightly at the thought. No, he wouldn't... not after... but... Draco was lost in thought when another flash of black brought him back to reality. I guess I could just check, Draco thought, stepping nearer until he could see clearly.

Draco audibly gasped and didn't even try to cover it. He let the blood go to his face and allowed rage to overtake him as he took in the sight he was being given. The boy he had been spending the last twenty minutes looking for was standing with two pairs of arms that were extremely familiar intertwined around him and currently trying to get under his shirt.

"Harry," Draco said, his eyes solely on Harry, anger blinding everything else around him.

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Harry had allowed Franz to kiss him. Had allowed his hands to roam over his body, but so far he had not felt the pleasure Draco continued to talk about. At times he did forget and his attention was focused on Franz's lips, on the way they pressed against his own and on the way Franz's hands made patterns on his back, but most of the time he was thinking of how odd and weird it seemed, on how wrong it felt.

"Harry," a familiar voice said rather loudly and, if Harry understood well, rather angrily. He hadn't planned on getting caught, he had actually hoped to get this over with, to try and understand what it was Draco felt with Franz and hoped that no one would ever find out about it, especially not Draco.

Harry immediately dislatched himself from Franz and looked at Draco with wide, frightened eyes, unsure of what to say and how to act, the words "I'm sorry" immediately making their way into his mouth, though, as he thought about it, he really didn't have a real reason to apologize for.

"Draco," Harry said finally, glancing at Draco, then back at Franz who was apparently taking in the situation and deciding it would be best he leave. He mouthed a quick goodbye at Harry and turned around, walking quickly away and not daring to look back lest he should find an angry Draco after him. It wasn't until he was in the confines of his dormitory that he let out a long and rather loud sigh of relief before going to bed, the situation already forgotten in his mind.

"What do you think you were doing?" Draco asked, his voice sounding slightly off and tightly stretched, every syllable echoing with the anger Draco was trying to control.

"I was trying to experience what you continued to rant about," Harry said, gathering courage and facing Draco as he thought he should. "I decided to experience the pleasure for myself and see if it really was as great as you made it out to be, Draco," Harry muttered, his eyes slightly narrowing in anger.

"And so did you find it what I said it would be? Did you find it fulfilling? Did it make all your problems go away as I said it would? Did it give you a clear mind after all? Did you enjoy it?" Draco asked in a sniding tone, taking a step closer to Harry as he asked every question. "No, I didn't think you would," Draco said, not allowing Harry to utter a response and too angry to think coherently, much less watch his actions. "Or maybe Franz just didn't know how to do it correctly," Draco whispered into Harry's ear, "didn't know how to please you the way the Weasley knew how," Draco continued, moving his mouth over to Harry's jaw line and placing his lips there. "Is that better?" Draco asked, hands holding a frightened and shocked Harry back against the wall as his lips kissed their way slowly over to Harry's own lips. "Is this what you were looking for?" Draco asked before placing his lips onto Harry's own and giving Harry a kiss that both shocked Harry and brought Draco back to reality and made him realize what it was he was actually doing.

Draco pulled back abruptly but not before he had a taste of those lips that he had thought of often. He took in Harry's demeanor and immediately felt disgusted with himself. How could he do such a thing?

Harry took a couple of deep breaths as his mind went into overdrive. He was beyond shocked on what Draco had done, but he was not going to give Draco the satisfaction of seeing him intimidated even if he was scared. Making up his mind, and gathering some courage, a manic light came into his eyes. He pulled Draco close once again and gave him a rough, bruising kiss.

Draco immediately started responding and a moan escaped him before he could control himself. At the sound of his moan, Harry pulled apart and looked at Draco, hair tussled and a dangerous look in his eyes.

Harry grabbed Draco's shirt and pulled him closer.

"How about you, Draco? Is this what you want?" he whispered. He tighten his hold on Draco's shirt. "Do you want pleasure?"

Draco looked at him numbly, unable to speak a word. How quickly had their positions changed.

"Answer me," muttered Harry coldly.

Draco nodded slowly but this only served to aggravate Harry further.

"I will not be another Franz, Draco. Do not kiss me because you feel like it or because you only want to prove something. I do not want to be only for pleasure," he said bitterly.

"I will not be here at your disposal like he is. You did not listen to me when I told you to break it up with him. You told me yourself you wanted the pleasure. Well I want the pleasure too, but guess what, Malfoy?" he said, his voice rising. "I want pleasure and something else."

"Harry…"

"I do not want to see your petty jealousy or your brotherly over protectiveness. When you feel you can give something else in return then look for me. In the mean time, do not even bother."

Harry pushed him back forcibly, and left, leaving Draco standing alone in the darken corridor.

Harry walked quickly towards his dormitory. What had he done? Had he just told Draco that he was interested in him with his last comment? What drove him to do that? He groaned as he climbed up the stairs. Draco's kiss had scared him beyond belief, but he had felt something different in that kiss. He felt the pleasure that Draco talked about, but he also felt something much greater. A passion that was within him had come out in that kiss, and which eventually drove him to kiss Draco again. 'Draco only kissed me to prove a point,' he thought. Did he really? Maybe Draco felt something for him too…

'Then I really do feel something for him.' He got to his room and got into his bed, pulling the hangings around him. What would Draco think of him now? Propositioning himself like some common piece of trash. He thought he liked Charlie, maybe even loved him. Yet, the kisses were so different. The kisses with Charlie did not carry the passion and the intensity of the one he had just given. Then maybe that is what Charlie meant when he told him that his heart was not in it. Did it mean that his heart was heading towards a relationship with Draco?

He shook his head, and only hoped that Draco would take his words in a good manner, and hopefully, would take his words and follow them. Only then would he know if Draco liked him in return and if Draco was worth it.

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Draco looked at Harry's retreating back and did not move from his spot. What had just happened? He had been extremely angry with Harry for kissing Franz, and before he knew it he was kissing Harry. Then Harry was kissing him back. He was tired of just watching Harry from afar and as a friend. He wanted more, and seeing Harry being kissed by another person enraged him. Harry would probably hate him now for committing those embarrassing actions.

"You are such an idiot, Draco," he said softly to himself.

He started walking slowly before he suddenly stopped again. 'Harry had told him to look for him if he wanted more than pleasure. He had said that, hadn't he? Did that mean that Harry also wanted something more than friendship and a casual relationship?' he thought excitedly.

It was not something he had imagined; he could remember Harry's exact words -- clearly. He could not imagine having Harry reject him, but he would talk to Harry tomorrow and hope for the best.

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Harry woke up from his dream and looked around him. His friends had long gone to breakfast and if he did not hurry he would be late. He wanted to see Draco, and measure his reactions, but what if Draco now hated him?

He tried not think of it while he got dressed, but the treacherous thoughts kept pulling up in his mind. If Draco ignored him, he knew that he had lost all hope and that the person that he might love would never be by his side again.

Love?

Maybe he loved him already, he was not sure what love exactly felt like. If love was not what he had for Charlie, then what exactly was love? Was it the painful tightening in his gut whenever Draco was upset with him? He was not sure, but he did know that his feelings for Draco were radically different than the ones he had for Charlie. Some of the feelings were similar. The attraction. The want of having him close. But others were present as well. During the kiss he had felt alive, and he had felt actual passion rise within him.

He spotted Draco as soon as he got to breakfast but Draco either did not seem to notice him or was ignoring him.

Harry pushed down a heavy feeling that had settled in his chest, and went directly to class, passing his friends who were asking him to stay and eat.

Class was impossible that morning. He could not concentrate for thoughts of Draco filled his mind. It was a good thing that he did not have class with Draco that morning. He doodled on his paper and just could not make himself listen. Class finally ended and he left quickly to drop his things in his dormitory before lunch was served.

As he was walking towards his dorm, he saw Draco and Franz walking together. His pulse quickened. He kept his space from them and followed them into a part of the castle where classes were not held.

Draco looked around him, as if he felt someone was watching him, and walked further down the hall.

Satisfied that no one was around, he turned towards Franz.

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Harry ducked behind a statue and continued looking at both boys. His blood boiled as he realized that Draco never cared for him and was instead going to Franz. How could he be so idiotic?

"Franz, I have been meaning to tell you something," he heard Draco say.

"Yes, Draco? Do you want to meet more times?" asked Franz, grabbing Draco's hand.

Draco flinched and got away from Franz. "No, on the other hand, I do not wish to meet with you further. This never happened, Franz. Do not think of spreading rumors or saying anything about this or there will be consequences."

Franz narrowed his eyes. "Consequences?"

"Yes, consequences. Do not utter a word about it. This was a mistake, Franz. I do not want to be reminded of it," said Draco coldly. He gave one last nod to Franz and turned around, walking back towards the inhabited part of the castle.

Harry's eyes were wide as he took in the conversation. He saw Draco leave and Franz standing there looking harshly at Draco before he also left.

Draco had done it. He had broken things up with Franz! Was Draco going to look for him now? Should he look for Draco?

'No, he has to come to me by himself,' he thought. He stepped back from the statue and, with a slight smile gracing his features, walked towards his dormitory.

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Evening came, and Draco still had not told him anything. Harry was beginning to worry that Draco was not going to come to him after all but had only broken things up with Franz because he had kissed Harry.

He stepped out the doors and went outside. Dinner had long been over, and Harry did not want to head back to the bustling loudness of his dormitory. He walked by himself across the grounds trying to find a reason why Draco had not come to him.

The night was getting cold and he shivered as he came closer to the lake.

"Cold?"

Harry's head snapped back and he saw Draco walking towards him with a coat in his hands.

Harry looked at him and nodded, not able to utter a word.

"I saw you heading outside some time ago. I noticed you did not bring a coat so I brought one for you," said Draco, some uncharacteristic shyness coming to his voice.

"Thanks," said Harry hoarsely as he took the coat from Draco's hands and put it on. He remembered the coat. Lucius had gotten it for Draco last Christmas, and he could smell Draco's lingering scent on it. He unconsciously wrapped the coat tighter around him and turned back to look at the lake.

"I am sorry for acting the way I did yesterday with Franz. It was sudden and I had no idea what I was doing. I know it scared you, I'm sorry."

"You have no idea what you were doing?" asked Harry softly.

Draco looked back at Harry and saw the openness in Harry's eyes.

"I did know what I was doing…" He took a deep breath. "I did what I did for a reason, Harry."

"Why?" asked Harry, his voice above a whisper.

Draco took his eyes away from the lake and looked at Harry directly. "Maybe I want something more than pleasure too."

Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco moved closer to him.

"I do not always make my feelings clear, and most of the time the wrong message gets across. I've always had feelings for you, Harry. I just never sat down and thought of what those feelings really were. It was not till you were with Charlie that I realized the extent of my feelings.

"I said some things to you that I do regret. I never meant to hurt you, I only wanted to protect you…and keep you away from everyone because I wanted you to be with me."

"You should have told me sooner, Draco."

"I was scared of losing the small part of you I had. Yesterday, you told me that you wanted something more than pleasure from me. Did you mean it?"

"Yes, I did mean it," said Harry, his eyes shining. "I want to be with you, Draco, but not only for a physical relationship. This…is new to me, but I am sure of what I want."

Draco smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled back. Draco came closer to him and brought his lips to Harry's. They kissed tentatively at first, then pushing themselves closer together, they deepened the kiss. It was gentle, yet full of passion and of promises. They felt each other's heart beats quicken and heard each other's intake of breath but did not sprung apart. They stood there against each other, memorizing the contours of each other's mouths and what made them moan in pleasure.

They broke apart and looked at each other. Harry noticed the look Draco was giving him. The cold glare in those eyes had been replaced with the sheer intensity he had seen when Draco was kissing Franz. But there was a difference. The look Draco was giving him was a thousand times better -- and it was a look reserved only for him.