Here we are... the night of the dance! Thanks to everyone for reading this far. I love you all! You might want to listen to MCR's I don't love you, because I sorta wrote this chapter around that song.

Harry slung his bag over his shoulder, glad to be out of his potions class early. Snape had shot him a death glare as he left, but he was rid of him and that was something to be happy about. The messy haired youth made his way to the kitchen, where Draco was waiting, groceries in hand. "Sorry I'm late! Snape kept asking me questions and I could only-" Draco calmly held up a hand. "Shh. It's fine. You're here now." Harry blushed and started quickly removing eggs from the bag. "What are we going to make first?" Draco shrugged. "I figured we should make the salad first. It's easy and we can just put it in the fridge." Harry smiled, reaching behind Draco to grab the lettuce and brushing his wrist accidentily on purpose against his back.

Draco's heart skipped a beat. It took all his willpower to not turn around and kiss Harry as hard as he could. He had to surpress the urge. Draco opened his mouth, deciding that talking would be the best way to get away from touching Harry in any way. "So... are you excited for the dance?" Harry grinned, tearing the lettuce into small pieces. "Yeah! It might be a little awkward for us to dance together, though."

Draco shrugged, trying to control the heavy beating of his heart. "Why?"

Harry stopped tearing the lettuce apart and set it down. He turned towards Draco. "Because we're both guys?" Draco couldn't believe what he was doing, but he tilted Harry's chin up to look Draco in the eyes. Green met blue and the feel of Draco's delicate fingers burned Harry's skin. "That doesn't matter." Harry struggled to make himself move away, but found himself falling deeper into twin pools. "A week ago, we were enemies." He said softly, touching the side of Draco's shoulder to steady himself, to make sure that this was real. "So..." Draco said breathily. He shouldn't do what he was about to do...

Harry felt Draco's body so close to his, and his energy, and made one last ditch attempt at sanity. "I love you, and you don't love me." Draco grabbed Harry's face, making it level with his own, eye to eye, Draco leaning back on the counter and Harry on top of him. "Couldn't be farther from the truth." He said simply, then kissed him softly on the lips.

Harry didn't want anything else, not ever. As simple and clean as the kiss was, he didn't think he could ever want anything more than having his hands clutched in Draco's shirt, feeling his strong body all around him. It was like the worst and best drug he had ever had, and the very emotion brought tears to his eyes, streaking his face. Draco pulled back, much to Harry's chagrin, and wiped the tears from Harry's eyes with a single finger, smiling and shaking slightly, weak legged. "I've been wanting to do that for you don't even know how long."

"Draco..." A voice hissed from the doorway and Harry's heart sank. He knew who that voice belonged to. Lucuis Malfoy. "You are doing something completley vulgar here," The blond man said, walking into the room. "And you shall be punished." He sneered, grabbing Draco by the collar. "You have five minutes to finish here. Come out and see me afterwards." Draco looked as if he had just been hit in the head, still clutching Harry's shirt. Then he snapped back to his senses and SHOVED Harry back, across the room. Harry's head snapped back adn he sprawled against the counter.

"Potter," He sneered. "Don't ever try anything that FUCKING common with me. You're an filthy commoner and I could never feel anything but hate for you. Maybe I was confused, but my head is clear now and I have remembered that I hate you."

Harry blinked, head aching. He was going to cry, he was sure of it. But before he could, his hot headed nature got the best of him, and he grabbed Draco by the collar, and pulled him up. "Fuck you." He said quietly, more frightening and dangerous than if he had been yelling. "Fuck you, Malfoy. I'm sick of your little come here go away game, so go fuck yourself. I don't fucking care what we're supposed to be doing."

Malfoy shoved Harry's hands off him. "I hate you."

He left.

Harry dropped to his knees. The cold floor seeped through his jeans and dampended his heart. He didn't care. My heart is bleeding, but I can't cry.

It's like he took the part of me that held emotion.

Would you have the guts to say... I don't love you like I loved you ...

Yesterday.

Thanks everyone for reading this far. Next chapter will be posted either today or tomorrow. And don't worry, it's got a happy ending.

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