As Harry's mouth touched his, something in Draco pushed him forward. Quite literally into Harry's mouth. He heard a low groan escape the other, and a hand snaked up behind his head. He opened his eyes for a brief second- and saw a flash of green.
Reason suddenly exploded back into existence. (The Big Bang?)
What had he done? What was he doing? He pushed himself away in panic.
Harry, pushed back violently, stared at him, dazed.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing, Potter?" Draco snarled. "Is this your idea of detention? Or is this why you got the new rule made? To satisfy your pathetic needs?"

"No...Draco..." Neither noticed the name, used by Harry for the first time.

"Go f- yourself Potter. That's probably the best you'll ever do anyway. And you better be praying that I don't tell McGonagall. You…" He stopped, ground his teeth and whirled out of the room.

Left alone, Harry sank into the sofa, head buried in his hands. What had he done? He hadn't given Draco detention for this. Only….thinking about the gorgeous Slytherin alone with him had started a trend of thought and Draco walking in in the middle of them had confused him beyond belief. Much as he hated to admit it, the whole thing looked as if Draco's point of view was right…..

Slamming the door behind him, Draco walked across to the table and leaned forward on his hands. It was only when he nearly fell on his face that he realised how much they were trembling. Stumbling over to his bed, he dropped into it. As he sat there, the events of the past few minutes clicked into place. He tried to forget it. The feeling that he never wanted the kiss to end. No. Something deeper than that. Wishing Harry's fingers would be on his skin always, that Harry would let him gaze into that green forever, drink him in….
NO! He hated Harry. Didn't he? That arrogant bastard who had scorned a Malfoy's hand to chum up with a Weasel. Of course he did! He hated Harry. He hated the way he smiled at Ron's pathetic jokes. Hated the easy way Hermione patted his cheek. Ruffled his hair….NO!
He groaned and fell back. He, a Malfoy, could have anybody he wanted to. A single glance, a word to his father and they'd be bound and delivered for his pleasure. But of course, he had to want, nay, desperately crave, the one person who his father would bo only too delighted to deliver dead.

A memory flashed across his mind. Something he'd tried to forget , with spells, potions and sheer hard effort, in vain. Of walking through Diagon Alley with Lucius a few weeks before his 15th birthday. He had caught sight of a handsome wizard and unconsciously, his eyes had followed him. Lucius had pulled forward roughly by his robe. As they walked away they had heard the wizard laugh. Draco felt the grip on his robe slacken. Lucius muttered something and Draco had found himself in his room. A bare second later, Lucius had Apparated in with the wizard struggling against invisible ropes. Draco could still hear Lucius' cold voice as he addressed the helpless man, "It would have been so easy to have Imperiused you. But that would have made this a little too easy for you."
Then, pushing him towards Draco, "Kiss him, Draco."
His son had stared at him in shock, "What?"
"You heard me, Draco. Kiss him. Then do whatever you want. Show him what it means to laugh at a Malfoy."
Draco had stood there in stunned silence, watching the wizard try desperately to shout something.

"I can't!" he gasped. He couldn't do that to this wretched creature. Besides, his first kiss was supposed to be something magical and unforgettable. Not a sordid form of torture under his Father's eye!
He had pulled himself together and managing a sneer told Lucius, trembling at his own impertinence, "Privacy, Father?"
It was a wild shot that had paid off. Too furious to bother checking his son's motive, Lucius smirked and walked out. Knowing he had but seconds before suspicion hit his father, Draco had tried a variety of rapid fire counter curses. One, he never knew which, worked. Too amazed to move at first, the wizard hardly needed Draco urgent, soundless gestures to Disapparate at once, splinching in his hurry and leaving half his hair and a earlobe behind.

Lying on his bed, Draco still shivered remembering the whiplash of Lucius' fury at his son's 'cowardice'. He had promised himself then that he would never endanger another wizard by revealing his attraction in front of Lucius. Though, when he had finally calmed down days later, Lucius had told Draco that he was forgiven this once and he would make sure Draco was given any witch or wizard of his choice. But on one condition- they had to be Pureblood.