Draco slowly sat up. The gray of his eyes darkened; silver tarnished. His hands clenched themselves into fists as he remembered Lucius' words, "Show him what it means to laugh at a Malfoy." That was all it was about. Being a Malfoy. That was why he had promised Draco whatever he wanted -with those conditions. It wasn't love for his son but the arrogance that a Malfoy should have anything Pureblood he could want. But what if his son wanted things that weren't Pureblood?
Draco knew the answer to that backwards. He'd wanted enough of them in his childhood. And had been well-punished till the lesson was driven into his soul that anything less than Pureblood was beneath even his desires. Or so he thought.

He'd shown himself tonight that that wasn't true. He was not the playboy rumours made him out to be, but he had kissed enough people. And tonight had been completely different. Tonight was the first time he had lost control of himself for those few unguarded moments.

He knew now, he didn't hate Harry. Realised he never had hated him.
"Well, jolly good mate. Nice to hear you're learning new things. The question is, what are you going to do about it?" a little voice burst in on his thoughts.
His mind's first answer was to show him an image of him back in Harry's mouth.
With an effort, he shifted to a second image that showed him walking away from Harry. Walking towards Lucius and a Pureblood life with no disgrace.

A third image invaded. Him in Harry's arms, and Lucius bursting in.
He winced. And it was this image that decided him. He sat up straighter. Lucius wanted Draco to follow the Malfoys. Lucius would kill him if he ever found out that Draco and Harry…

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Harry sat there, head still in his hands, trying to forget how Draco's eyes had looked before they closed for his kiss. How Draco's mouth……..footsteps outside burst in on his thoughts. So Draco had told McGonagall after all. He straightened dully. He would have to face it now. He looked up towards the door and it was thrown open. And Draco walked in.

They stared at each other. Draco savouring the look of confusion and joy on Harry's face. Harry unable to look away from Draco's eyes and flushed face.

Draco slowly and deliberately closed the door behind him.

"Draco.." Harry walked over uncertainly. Draco only reply was to move so that Harry had to retreat to avoid getting stepped on. Then, calmly brushing back his hair, he spoke, "I believe we had some unfinished business?" And he attacked.

Harry fell back onto the sofa, Draco's weight pinning him there. He caught a flash of silver and gold, then Draco's mouth was on his. This time it was no mistake. Draco stayed as Harry's hand moved, first slowly, then firmly, up his back to the back of his head, pulling him in. His own hand was tangled in the wild black locks. Neither of them knew how long the kiss lasted. Then finally they pulled apart, for a brief second, to breathe. Then Draco bent down and this time he kissed any part of Harry he could reach. Slowly, the weight shifted till Harry was on top. He stopped, gazing into Draco's eyes. Green locked into Silver. Harry smiled.

"What?" Draco murmured, running a finger against his jawline.

"You and I. Slytherin colours." Harry whispered against his ear. Draco shivered at the sensation, but a smile crossing his face too at the irony of their mixed-blood merging into the Pureblood house colours. Then he lost all track of his thoughts as Harry's voice at his ear was replaced by Harry's mouth. As Harry delicately traced his ear with his tongue, Draco felt a thrill run through his entire body. He groaned and moved trying to kiss Harry, but the Head boy held him in place while he finished Draco's ear then trailed kisses down to the hollow of his neck. It was almost unbearable torture not to be able to move. And Draco was sure he would die from the sheer ecstasy he was going through. As Harry loosened his grip a little, he desperately kissed Harry's face, his neck…devouring his skin with predatory kisses. He could feel Harry's hands ripping his robe….moving across his shoulder, chest, abdomen……He pulled off Harry's robes, and flung them aside, then Harry was closer than ever before, his hands in the silver-blonde hair, face mere breaths away from Draco's.

"Kiss me." Draco breathed.

With one last gentle, yet evilly triumphant smile, Harry moved in for the kill.