Chapter Three
A challenge, and an unconventional confusion

"You're a well respected Malfoy, Draco," cooed the voice of the person sat stroking his silvery blonde locks. Draco could honestly say, being in this person's presence made everything else seem obsolete. It was like nothing even mattered to him anymore. "And im supposed to be your enemy, remember?" A kiss, planted firmly on Draco's lips. He found himself staring into the eyes of his lover. Those emerald green eyes, the ones belonging to Harry.

Draco Malfoy woke up with a start, sweat pouring from his brow. He did not just dream about kissing Potter again. No, it just wouldn't do. He was a Malfoy for crying out loud. More to the point, he was straight! Yet, he couldn't help it, whenever his mind wandered, whenever he was alone, whenever he closed his eyes, or fell asleep, the kiss they shared that night in the Room of Requirement came back to him. Flooding his very mind. Infecting him.

His breathing now unsteady, he raised a hand to his head. Feeling the familiarity of a headache coming on. He did not enjoy that kiss with Potter. He cant have done? He couldn't. No. He didn't. Shaking uncontrollably as he sat upright in his bed, feeling the pounding in his head get worse. He looked across at Zabini's sleeping body, snoring away to himself. The other nights events clearly not worrying the other Slytherin. He tried to slow his breathing down. Calm himself, relax.

Being a prefect had its advantages. He could easily use the Prefects Bathroom without so much as a knock of disturbance. Especially at this time in the morning. Grabbing his bathrobe and towel he headed out of his common room and up to the Prefect's Private Bathroom. The look of the marble stone walls and the huge bath instantly calmed the blonde Slytherin Prince as he waited for it to fill up. Once it was done, he clambered in and let the hot water soak him, soak away all his problems and the unconventional confusion that lay with one, Harry Potter.

Draco knew term would be starting soon, and he wanted to make sure he got rid of any stupendous feelings that even went in the closest vicinity of that wretched boy. It was his fault, why did he have to have such nice eyes? Soft lips… And god why was he so damned appealing to him? Was it the danger aspect of being caught? Was it his label of being the Boy Who Lived. He was like a sex icon. But it was meant to be aimed at girls, not at him.

"I am not gay" He spoke quietly to himself. "There is no way on this planet I like Potter. I despise him. He's my enemy. I hate him! I love to torture him, but that's the only connection I can make with the word love and Potter" Keep telling yourself that.

How he hated his own mind. It always argued with him, even when he knew it shouldn't. No, he had to concentrate on his challenge. He had to seduce Ginny, before the end of next term. He had to, he would not lose this dare to Pansy. He would not, he could not.

That's right, concentrate on the Weasly girl. Sleep with her, that will prove your straight.

No it wont. That will prove you won the dare. It wont prove your not gay.

Yes it will.

Wont

Will

Wont

SHUT UP!

Malfoy thought this bath would relax him, but it only made him think more. Why could he not clear his mind. He could ask someone to obliviate his memory, but it would cause to many questions. Questions, he did not want to voice the answer to. He had to concentrate, he had to. Though he couldn't. He felt as though he could kill Pansy for what she was putting him through. Why could, no… Wait… Wasn't it him who told Harry that Pansy wasn't one for changing her mind? Wasn't it him who told Harry they should get it over with? Yes. It was. So why, no, how could he blame Pansy for this. She was only trying to amuse herself. She didn't know Draco would develop feelings for Harry. How could she. They were the worst rivals ever come to pass.

"I think I'll go to breakfast" Draco said to himself as he was drying himself down, "Oh no" it suddenly hit him, Harry would be there, at breakfast, and on the same table. "Maybe ill skip breakfast… And Dinner… And Tea"

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Harry and the others had already gone down to breakfast, and he was dreading seeing Malfoy. He was dreading seeing any of the Slytherins to be honest, as he made his way down with the rest of the bunch. Hermione and Ginny talking about the other nights events and how, in a strange way, it was fun. Harry however, did not find it fun. He detested the fact that his ex-girlfriend, and his best friend had made him kiss the living daylights out of one Draco bloody Malfoy. And now, his every inch of him twitched and longed for another one.

"A-Are you alright Harry?" Came Ron's voice through a yawn.

"Yeah Im fine, why?" A little stiff but believable

"You seem off today" Ron speculated, "Like something's bothering you"

"Of course something's bothering him" Came Ginny's voice from in front of him, "He's the boy who lived, remember? He has always, and will always have something to do with world-saving on his mind. Though really Harry, does it have to be this early you go into hero mode?"

Harry couldn't help but smile, it was always Ginny's job to come up with something for Harry when she knew there was a question he didn't really want to answer. She never asked too many questions either. "I – No, im sorry" He mumbled. Though Ron looked worried, he knew his best friend better than that.

Ron let Ginny, Hermione and the Twins walk ahead of them in the corridor and reached out, grabbing Harry's arm. "Who is she?"

"Who is who?" a confused Harry asked.

"She! Her! The Girl! The one your thinking about?" Ron queried.

Draco Malfoy is not a girl "I don't know what your talking about. Im just tired Ron, I haven't been sleeping well" Of course he hadn't, these past few nights, his dreams had been invaded by Malfoy. It couldn't have been easy sleeping.

"I thought…" Ron said "That you could tell me anything"

"Ron I can, I told you about Ginny didn't I?" He protested, "And what bigger confession can a best friend come to his best friend and say Hey Ron, nice weather! I fancy your sister, were going on a date. Not much can he?"

"No, I suppose not" Ron looked at him, "I was sad to know you two ended… You two were good… I know I know, Ginny, danger blah blah blah"

With that, the two scrambled down the stairs trying to catch the Twins, Ginny and Hermione. They wound their way around and into the great hall. Harry looked at the table expectantly, but Malfoy was not there. Breathing a sigh of relief as the six went walking over. Pansy and Zabini greeted them.

"Have any of you seen Draco?" Pansy asked, concern clearly written over her face.

"No, we haven't. Why?" This voice belonged to Ginny, Harry's own voice seemed locked in his throat.

"Oh, No." Pansy looked at Zabini, "He wasn't in the common room this morning when we left. We went looking for him. Tried everywhere. Except of course the Prefects bathroom. Which we obviously cant get into. Though we didn't have any luck. We couldn't find him anywhere"

"So we can only assume he's in the prefects bathroom. But with no way to get in, we cant be sure" Zabini finished as Ginny rounded on Harry and looked at him sternly.

"You're a prefect Harry" Stating the obvious, "Why don't you go and check for us?"

"Why me! Why not Hermione! She's a prefect too" He tried to protest

"Because…" She said lazily "If he is in the bathroom we can assume hes taking a bath. Hermione goes in there, girl, boy… Get my drift? You're a guy Harry, so Malfoy has nothing you haven't seen" then as an afterthought "metaphorically speaking of course"

"I was going to pull you on that on Gin" he spoke, his voice sounded sulky. "Fine fine. Ill go and check the bloody thing"

And with that, he was gone.

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Draco was staring at himself in the mirror. As if trying to contemplate whether he was, or wasn't gay. Deciding he'd be better at doing this with his pants on he bent down and picked them up, putting them on as he looked in the mirror. Which, in a few minutes time. He'll be so glad he did. He held his chin up in the mirror, checking his perfect complexion. "One of the many fine traits of being a Malfoy. Perfect skin" he mused to himself.

Even after Harry entered the room, Malfoy didn't even notice, or if he did he pretended he didn't. He flexed his muscles in the mirror and Harry couldn't help it, he laughed. Draco spun around as such a speed he managed to topple over. This, obviously made Harry laugh even more.

"What are you doing in here!?" Draco scowled at the Gryffindor Hero.

"I think…" Harry began, his voice sending chills down Malfoys spine, but being wary not to show it, "… I have just as much right being in here, as you do. You know, seeing as I am a prefect an' all" HE began with a sarcasm even Ron would be proud of. Though Draco just scowled.

Suddenly, feeling half naked, he picked up his school shirt and thrust it on. "You could at least check that someone was in here first!"

"You should have locked the door then"

"You would have opened it with alohomora!" he argued back. Though Harry stayed perfectly calm.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"To see who was in here obviously" Draco spat "Seriously, what if I had been in the bath?"

"I already knew it was you in here Malfoy, and seeing as the door was not locked I assumed it was safe" Harry shrugged, "If you were in the bath, bad mental pictures I suppose"

"How in gods name did you know where I was? Are you stalking me now Potter?"

"No" Harry said in the uttermost bluntness, "Pansy was worried, so was Zabini. Them two not being prefects, asked me to come and check. So finish whatever it is you are doing and get down to the Great Hall. They're worried sick about you"

With that, Harry turned and left Draco, stood there, clutching his towel, and looking blank eyed at the door. Draco did not understand his fury about him making Slytherins worry. Or was it not the Slytherins, did the Slytherins make Harry worry about his whereabouts? No, he don't suppose they did. Harry looked angry before he left. Something Malfoy was not used to seeing. No, he was. But not like that.

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A few minutes later, Draco graced them all with his presence, and though Harry wouldn't look at Draco, and Draco at Harry, nobody seemed none-the-wiser about what was happening.

"You know, term starts again tomorrow, or is it today? No, tomorrow" Pansy began as everyone looked at her, "What's going to happen to us?"

Hermione looked at her, "What do you mean, us?"

"Well, this past week. Its been fun you know" she said looking down at her half eaten chicken wing. "I don't want things to go back to the way they were. I think we've all become, inadvertently, good friends"

Everyone agreed on this, and even Harry had to admit. Zabini and Parkinson weren't that bad. Malfoy on the other hand, was a pain.

A pain in your chest, nowhere else.

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A/N
Malfoy still wont admit his feelings for Harry, nor will Harry admit his feelings for Draco. Draco still sets about the dare given to him by Pansy.

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