A/N; I'm nervous about this chapter. It's not been betaed, and it hasn't been posted anywhere else yet. Please tell me what you think; suggestions on where you want the story to go are always welcome. Thanks for the reviews!

By the ninth time Draco yelled at him, Harry had finished the potion. He had been dreading this moment. He remembered the conversation they had about testing the truth serum and there were some things he just wasn't ready to tell Draco. His rapidly changing feelings for the blonde, for example. Not to mention the whole 'war-thing'.

He needed a distraction but couldn't for the life of him, think one up in time.

"So it's done. You ready for this Potter?" Draco on the other hand was ecstatic. He knew that Harry would still take some convincing, but he was sure he could make him take the potion under the right circumstances. He just had to realize these circumstances and he would be fine.

"I'm not drinking that" Harry said for the second time since they had started brewing the potion.

"Listen Potter, if you don't test it, how are we going to know if you've brewed it correctly?"

"Well for starters, YOU could drink it!" Harry responded indignantly. He didn't like when people assumed he was brain dead. Just because Hermione was 'the smart one', didn't mean he was an idiot.

"Fine then, we'll both take it!" Draco blurted out. 'Wait. No, back up. That's not good!' he thought. Not being able to go back on his word as he was a proud Malfoy, he was at a loss of what to do. 'Why did I suggest that' he asked his brain, ready to bash himself over the head. The whole point of this was to find out Harry's feelings for him without letting Harry know anything.

Obviously it wasn't working out so well, and they hadn't even started yet.

While Draco was chastising himself, Harry had decided to jump on the offer for them both to drink it. Anyone could clearly see that Malfoy was regretting saying it, which must mean he had something to hide. Harry would find out what it was or he wasn't a Potter. "Okay! Deal."

Draco groaned. Of course, why would life be fair. That would be too easy.

"Should we maybe make limits to the questions we ask?" Harry questioned, suddenly a little less optimistic. Draco was after all, a Slytherin.

"Would we follow them if we did?" It was more a rhetorical question as they both knew the answer but Harry decided to answer it anyway.

"No, I suppose you're right on that one. We wouldn't, would we?"

With this, they each dipped their respective stirring spoons into the cauldron knowing they wouldn't need more than just a few drops, and poured some into their mouths.

The effects were immediate. They felt some new force in their minds telling them to tell the truth at all costs. Having taken it before, neither of them was too frightened but it was a sobering experience overall.

They knew the other wasn't going to be lenient with the questions as they were still on opposing sides of a war. It was silent so Draco decided to start things off.

"What is your full name?"

"Harry James Potter." Harry immediately followed with a question of his own. "Do you have any siblings?"

"No". Draco took it a bit further. "Who did you last date?"

"Ginny Weasley, last year."

"Why did you break up" Draco asked, now slightly curious. He had thought they had still been going out. He had actually been hoping to get some dirt on her… So much for that.

"First, it's not fair that you asked two questions in a row, and second, we broke up because I realized I wasn't attracted to her… I told her it was to guard her from Voldemort," Harry blushed. There was an impossibly wide smirk on Draco's face and Harry decided he would do all in his power to make it go away.

"Alright, same questions."

"Well, Blaise and I didn't break up, we technically never even dated. Just fucked."

"Have you stopped then?" A little bother visible on Harry's otherwise relaxed face.

Draco's smirk faded a bit. "Yes, we have." Harry found he wasn't as happy as he had thought he'd be when Draco was upset. "So Potter, into blokes too?" He took it back. Let the Slytherin wallow in self pity.

Harry blinked and stalled as long as the potion would allow. This wasn't very long apparently. "I'm not too sure at this point."

"And why is that?"

"Because I've only ever liked one guy. Now how about you? Who've you got your eye on? Earlier I would've guessed Pansy, but this has opened up a whole new door."

Draco nearly growled in displeasure. He had been praying Harry wouldn't ask that question but it seemed that today, any higher power that existed was frowning upon him.

"You," he managed through clenched teeth.

Harry did a double take and stuttered "W-what?"

"I said I fancy you Potter. Now, who is this 'one guy' who's currently holding your attention?" Draco repeated, regaining his composure. He saw Harry's jaw clamp down and knew he was in for a show.

Harry's pride was currently fighting with the effects of the Veritaserum. He would not, repeat, NOT tell Draco how he felt if he had any say in the matter. Once again, the devastating effects of the potion took hold and he heard himself admitting, "I fancy you too."

Oddly enough, right after he said it, he felt lighter somehow. Like he was no longer lying to himself and Draco.

The latter was easily the happiest he had been in well over a year. His little infatuation, as he had come to call it, felt the same way about him!

Harry on the other hand, was incredibly confused. He was happy. No, happy didn't do this feeling justice. While he was ecstatic, one question still weighed heavily on his mind.

"Are you a death eater?"

Draco looked shocked, not knowing how to get around the question. "Yes, but I'm on your side. I swear. My father and I are spies for Dumbledore." The problem with this answer was that he had promised to keep it a secret from everyone, to both his father and the Headmaster.

Trying to reason with himself, Draco figured that it would certainly help his relationship with Harry now that he knew he was actually on his side. That meant no more pretending.

Looking up, Draco noticed that Harry had seemed to stop glaring and made a hasty decision. Keeping in mind that this would most likely come back to bit him in the ass, he slowly leaned across the desk that separated them and reached across, bringing Harry to meet him half way.

Lips met gently and Draco hesitated for the first time. He could never have imagined this would be where they would have their first real kiss. The one after the feeding hadn't really counted as that was just lust. This time, although there was certainly lust, he could feel something else.

Harry hadn't yet responded to Draco's slowly moving lips, which was also a point of worry for him. For the first time in his life, he was afraid of rejection.

On Harry's end, things were looking a little different. Time stood still. Harry had never felt this high, and only from a kiss. He couldn't think, all he could do was feel the other boy's lips on top of his, trying to coax him into joining in.

Thought returned to him as quickly as it had left. 'He's kissing me! Oh Merlin what do I do? Well I should probably do something. Anything would be good at this point.'

Harry started to respond to the kiss and Draco, happy, opened his mouth a little under the Gryffindor's.

That simple action propelled Harry into action. He slowly licked along Draco's bottom lip, who then groaned and opened his mouth a bit more, as if to invite him.

Their tongues met and each got lost in their own bliss. Harry stumbled around the desk to pull Draco's mouth closer to his own and press the length of his body against the blonde's.

Neither could believe this was happening. Part of them was saying stop, but a bigger, more persuasive part, was screaming to continue. And that they did.

When they eventually broke apart for air, Draco gasped "Oh fuck, Harry," and went strait for his neck.

Ever since they had started feeding off each other, Harry's neck bad been ridiculously sensitive. It even felt good when he had a collared shirt on. Having Draco's mouth latched on certainly wasn't chasing away his growing hard on.

As Draco's body was intimately pressed against his own, there was no way to hide the others arousal.

Feeling Draco grinding his erection against his, Harry panicked and proper thought suddenly returned to him.

He shoved the Slytherin away from him, but not all that roughly.

"What are we doing Draco?"

"What do you mean? I thought it was rather obvious. Even for you" Draco immediately chastised himself for saying that. It hadn't sounded so mean in his head. 'You idiot, we're making progress!' he thought to himself.

Harry seemed to be thinking along the same lines, and scoffed "Yes thank you, I know WHAT we were doing but…it's just that… it's us. We can't so that. We hate each other."

"Well judging from the question and answer period we just had, I'd say we far from hate each other. Quite the opposite actually." Draco reminded him.

"I… but – I just don't this is a good idea. We both have mates! Isn't this somehow being… I don't know, unfaithful?

Draco sighed and raised his eyes to the ceiling as if praying for strength. "Harry," he started not quite sure how to approach this, "have you thought about who your mate might be?"

"No, not really. I mean, I just found out about mates the other day. I sort of freaked out over it." He finished with a slight blush colouring his complexion.

He couldn't believe he was telling Malfoy this. Sure, there were probably more humiliating conversations he could have, but at the moment, he was stumped to think of one.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but – talk to Granger. She might be able to help you. Think about it." Draco realized that he was being quite un-Malfoy-ish (yes, he assured himself, that WAS a word) and decided Harry had seen enough.

He left the dungeons and consequently, Harry with lots to think about.

Tbc

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