A/N: Sorry about the wait! I wanted this up last Saturday, but life and "research" for this chapter got in the way. My sincerest apologies.

Obligatory disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, no matter how much I would like to. Things might be different if it was otherwise...
And without further ado, on with the story!

Kiss With A Fist
-2-
I hit you back

"And my running feet could fly
Each breath screaming
'We are all too young to die.'"
-Between Two Lungs ~Florence and the Machine

The next few years did not pass without incident. The boys hated each other, Malfoy had sworn his revenge on Potter, and Harry, unable to accept defeat from the hand of the pale boy, had accepted without much thought.

In the first year afterwards, Malfoy had fooled Harry into believing they would fight, when he had really sent Filch in his place. He spied on the 'Golden Trio' when they went to Hagrid's, as well, unable to get Harry out of his mind and chalking it up to the anger at being rejected. They served detention together for that night, Harry, Hermione, Draco and Neville all getting stuck helping Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest, and Draco couldn't help but be antsy, stuck in the dark, creepy Forest with only Harry and that overgrown dog.

In the second year after they met, they refused to let the summer apart dull the feelings that coursed through their bodies and struck up their arguments even before school could get started. Potter was, of course, being glorified by the Prophet and that stupid prick, Keyheart? No, Lockheart. That was it. Draco refused to allow Harry leave without first talking to him, trying to assuage that throbbing in his head as only fighting with Harry could. He knew that he needed to get more ways to get to Harry; his old methods were beginning to become old and troublesome. Draco bribed his way onto the Quidditch Team, using his new position as seeker to taunt Harry even more. Things got even better when they were selected by Snape to duel. He felt a small tremor go through him as Harry had uttered "You wish." Again, he chalked it up to anger, what else was a twelve year old boy to do?

Third year was the year he realized he seemed to be the only one with the ability to get under Harry's skin. It was especially noticeable when Harry had fainted on the train. Oh, that had been rich, full of mockery that he could continue with for the rest of the years he knew him. Even getting off the train, he began, and as he was picking up steam, increasing his viciousness as the pounding in his head intensified, he was cut off by Lupin. It was far easier to incite him about Sirius Black, though, especially when Lupin wasn't around. He felt fantastic when Harry reacted well as he was informed that Sirius had killed his parents. Even better might have been the dementors making Harry fall again. Draco had tried to make him lose another match, one not against Slytherin, dressing as them, but instead felt the immense strength of Harry's patronus charm. The only consolation was teasing him about adding a parachute to his broom, countered by Harry with the fact that Draco was always struggling to catch a snitch and maybe he should get a pair of arms on his broom. It was even worse for Draco when he was insulting the Mudblood and Blood Traitor and was attacked, along with Crabbe and Goyle, by some invisible force. It was only when Harry's head appeared out of nowhere did he realize who had done it and he became even more irritable. It seemed that that couldn't be the end of it, though. No, he had to get slapped by Granger.

Fourth year was kicked off with the Quidditch World Cup. He had not expected to see Harry there, much less have to share the Top Box with him. He couldn't even escape him when the Death Eaters had begun their attack on the people at the World Cup. But, it was then that he realized that maybe he didn't want to. By the time they got to Hogwarts, the paper had begun to show signs of falling apart, blaming Arthur Weasley. It was too easy for him to mock the Weasleys, and he was doing a fine job until Harry insulted his mother and Moody turned him into a ferret. He would never mock transfiguration again; it most certainly was a frightening thing. The best bit about that year would have to have been Krum. Viktor had chosen to befriend him first, and that was a victory even if Harry hadn't been jealous. And that's what he realized he wanted. Not just anger anymore, he wanted any attention from Harry. He used everything he could to get at Harry, even going to the press. He helped Rita Skeeter all year, giving her information, feeding her lies, just to get under Harry's skin as only he could.

Fifth year was by far the best year to irritate Harry. Having been elected a prefect, it would be easier to get at Harry, even if it was in the way he realized he no longer wanted. By this point it was just a routine, and he couldn't give it up. He tormented Harry on the train, he thought he had recognized the dog that had been there as that escapee, Black. Hagrid became another of his favorite topics and once Ron ended up on the Gryffindor team, he began the song Weasley is our King, not only to irk the redhead, but to get the attention of said redhead's best friend. He even joined the Inquisitorial Squad that Umbridge had set up. Despite the fact that she may have been the most idiotic woman he had ever met, he played everything up to get on her good side and get even more special privileges to use on the Golden Trio. He even got to take Harry's wand, wishing to allow his hand to linger in the pocket of his robes for far longer than what would be acceptable. Instead, he settled for being able to hold Harry's source of power. It felt fantastic to watch Harry glare at him as he tossed the wand up and down, catching it one-handed over and over. The most infuriating yet relieving, part of his fifth year was his father getting put in Azkaban, and it was all Potter's fault. He yelled at him, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, but some small part of him refused to let him draw his wand against Harry. It was only on the Hogwarts express on the way home that he attempted to hex him, and even then, Potter's group was there to defend their Saint.

Sixth year seemed to pass without much conflict with Harry. Of course, their usual incident in Diagon Alley could not be avoided, as they met once more in Madame Malkin's shop. Excited that he would be working for the Dark Lord, he avoided Harry as much as possible that year, save the incident on the train where Harry tried spying on him. It took Harry much longer to retaliate, and when he did, it was in a way that caused Draco so much pain he thought he should have died. Draco still managed to recover quickly, and get right back to work, he couldn't fail Voldemort. It was hard, though, to kill Dumbledore. Much harder than he would have expected, even when there were people watching and willing to help him. Harry had watched from where he was stuck, pitying Draco for the task he was assigned, and watching with immense trouble as Draco struggled to do what he had to to survive the Dark Lord's wrath.

Their seventh year, neither of them attended Hogwarts. Draco was staying home with his mother and freshly freed father, playing host to Voldemort. He was terrified of the creature that he was serving under obligation to his family. Even when he wasn't there, Draco never truly felt free of his grip, as his father was still trying to make things up to You-Know-Who, acting extremely unlike the Malfoy image he had tried so hard to protect and force upon Draco. He had known instantly when Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been brought to the Manor who they were, but he refused to tell his parents and the Snatchers, for fear that they would call the Dark Lord back again. When they called him back anyways, he had trembled in fear, and known that they would be punished as the Golden Trio and all their other captives escaped. He hadn't even cared much that he had lost his wand, even if it had been to Harry, it wouldn't have mattered. The next time he saw Harry, it had been in the Room of Requirement back at Hogwarts, the night of the final battle of the war. He had managed to be a little angry about Harry having his wand, but some small part of him appreciated that. That same bit appreciated that they could still quarrel like they were young, and a war was not waging outside that room, and people weren't dying. It wasn't until Crabbe had tried actually killing Harry that he got really angry. He vaguely remembered yelling "DON'T KILL HIM!" at some point, but he only really remembered climbing onto the broom with Harry, riding it out of the room to safety and reveling in the security of the lean boy in front of him. This is what he had wanted, being with Harry and not yelling at each other. It was only after they escaped the room that he could realize that Crabbe was dead, he wasn't coming back, and the only thing he could think was: We're too young, too young to do this. The rest of the night became a haze of death and violence and darkness, and he remembered being saved by Weasley, Potter, and Granger once more. He had felt a sick, wrenching feeling in his gut when he heard Harry was dead, and became strangely elated when he saw that Harry had cheated death once more. He watched as Harry and Voldemort dueled, watched as the curse that Voldemort had cast hit himself, and watched as he hit the floor, dead. After the battle, he had managed to find a quiet place to sit with his parents, hoping that no one would really bother them. He couldn't help but look at the bodies of the dead, couldn't help but think that they were too young, and couldn't help but feel relieved that Harry had made it out, if only to be able to go back to what they were before this mess, to keep something the same and not as terrible as it had been that night.

When they returned for an "eighth" year, things were going to be different. Draco swore that he would be more civil to Harry, now that he didn't have the pressure of fighting against him. Things would finally go right for Draco, and he could get close to Harry without having to fight him. Of course, things never worked out the way he wanted them to…

A/N: Alrighty! I plan to be more regular about this. The next chapter will hopefully be up next Saturday, give or take a day due to life/school. And my beta getting her part done a lot faster when I'm talking to her about it and she still hasn't done it...ahem.
I've also been asked to post this information, so here you are:

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In an OoC realm our small community that we gather basically gets to know each
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Thanks for sticking with me!
Until next time,
Nic