Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I just wasn't sure how to end it, but here it is. Thanks for all the reviews; I hope I get more; they make me laugh (in a good way) and smile. Anywho I hope you enjoy this last chapter.

It was everywhere, and everyone one was talking about, and it was all Harry bloody fucking Potter's fault, and, indirectly that bothersome little Weasel that Potter calls his best friend, and the one who had to pay was Draco Malfoy. Since Draco had unceremoniously dropped Potter at the infirmary he had been accosted by students about this smooch between Draco and Potter. The blonde, of course, just growled and threatened to re-arrange their parts if they didn't get out of his fucking way, but that didn't discourage the gossip hungry students of Hogwarts, oh no, they had to go snoop around for answers and they got them, from Blaise.

"You know, Draco, if you continue to grip your spoon like that you're going to snap it."

Draco ignored his friend and continued to glare over at the Gryffindor table where a certain black haired git laughed.

"Draco?" Pansy whined, annoyed with being ignored.

"It's useless Pans," Blaise said and took a drink of pumpkin juice. "Draco is far too busy ogling Potter to have time to notice us."

"I am not ogling him," Draco growled and dug the tips of the fork into the wood of the table. "Why is he laughing?"

"Go ask him," Blaise suggested nonchalantly.

"Out of the question."

Blaise sighed and looked over at Pansy who just rolled her eyes. There was no reasoning with the grey eyed pure-blood when he got like this.

"Very well then."

Blaise then stood up, but Draco paid him no heed, he was too busy trying to get Potter's sex haired covered head to spontaneously combust. This of course was not possible, but when Blaise appeared in Draco's Potter vision he quirked an eyebrow. What was the handsome teen doing?

Blaise touched potter's shoulder and the hero turned around, confused and then Blaise began to talk. Draco wished that he could hear what was being said but alas he did not have supersonic hearing and was therefore all the more human and susceptible to human qualities such as lack of amazing hearing powers. Blaise wasn't over there for long, and soon enough he was sauntering back over to his respected table.

"What the fuck did you say?" Draco demanded to know.

"Chill out, Draco, and drink some pumpkin juice, you look like you're over heating which is saying something since it's pretty cold today."

"Don't change the subject, Zambini."

Blaise rolled his eyes and took a bite of his chicken and dumplings. "Don't get your panties in a twist," he said and then promptly ignored his blonde friend.

Later that night Draco was walking back to the dungeons after doing half of the essay Flitwick had assigned earlier that day, muttering to himself, he was still slightly bothered and deadly curious about what Blaise had said to Potter during dinner, but whenever Draco had prodded for details, Blaise would ignore him.

"Stupid Blaise, keeping stupid secrets from me and talking to stupid boys," Draco murmured and because he was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't see the person ahead of him.

"Ow, watch where you're going ferret face!"

Draco joined the real world to see that he had just walked into Weasley and had pushed him over.

"Such poor balance Weasley," Draco sneered. "Are you that poor that you can't afford anything?

"Shut up!" Weasley growled and got up, but before anything physical could happen someone grabbed Weasley's robe sleeve.

"Ron, do not pick fights."

Draco looked overt to see the Mudblood, who looked like a scolding mother, and next to her was Potter, Draco mentally hissed.

"Listen to your girlfriend Weasel," Draco sneered and brushed off his robes, getting rid of the blood traitor germs.

"You shouldn't provoke people Malfoy," the Mudblood said staring at him. Draco blinked, did she just scold him.

"Whatever," he growled and walked away. He did not want to get reprimanded by a mudblood, that and he didn't want to be in golden boy's presence. He was upset about the rumors and frazzled by the kiss.

"Hey Malfoy!"

Just keep walking Draco, he told himself, but he could hear potter coming closer, and the blonde had too much class to run.

"Malfoy."

Draco did not look to his side where he could feel and hear Potter's presence.

"Potter," the blonde said as coolly as he could.

"About earlier," Potter began. Draco could hear the uncomfortable tremor in his voice and he stopped walking.

"Look, Potter, I don't know what you're playing at but I kissed you the other day cuz you were pissing me off, that was my only reason."

Potter stopped too and glared. "Whatever Malfoy, I was just going to say that this afternoon was a fluke, I was loopy because of that spell Ron put on me so yeah. I didn't want to kiss you."

Draco stared at him dumfounded, what? His grey eyes narrowed dangerously. "Well good because I didn't want you to anyways."

"Good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah?"

The two boys turned away from each other and began storming off.

"Hey Malfoy."

Draco turned around to see Potter with a light blush on his cheeks, and it killed the snide remark on his tongue.

"What?" he asked wearily.

"You're actually a pretty good kisser."

It was Draco's turned to blush. Potter gave him an awkward wave and then pranced off evilly chuckling, actually he just walked away but the other has a more amusing visual.

Draco stood there for a good two minutes and then shook himself. Potter was so fucking annoying, but for some reason it didn't bother the Slytherin as much as it should have.

A/N: please, please, please review. I hope you like how it ended, maybe it leaves something to be desired, but oh well, there's nothing more that I want to do with this fic. So please review and if you want to read Draco and Harry get together or being together then you are more than welcome to read my other Drarry fanfics.