Chapter 3

Over the next two weeks, Harry's mind kept going back to that moment. Malfoy hadn't threatened him. He was acting nice? Harry just couldn't believe it. And his mind kept repeating that one part before he had realized it was Malfoy.

I've been watching you. I've been watching you. I've been watching you.

Harry just couldn't get it out of his head and little did he know, it was about to get worse. Suddenly running footsteps could be heard outside the great hall. Someone slammed into the Gryffindor table.

"I… just… found… out." Marcus practically yelled, trying to catch his breath.

"Breath man." Harry called along the table. "We can wait."

After a few moments Marcus said, "We're playing Slytherin this Saturday."

Harry's blood froze. "Who's their seeker?" He asked.

"ME!" A voice yelled from across the room.

Harry looked up to see Malfoy waving. Damn. This was not good. He had to fight the guy for the snitch while having those words repeated over and over in his head. This ought to be interesting. Suddenly Harry realized everyone was still staring at him.

"Okay" he said. "Bring it on Malfoy."

And that was how world famous Harry Potter was to be found on the mistiest, cloudiest day known to man, on a broom circling the Quidditch field. And then there was Malfoy similarly on a broom circling the opposite way, smirking. They kept passing one another and each time Malfoy slowed down like he was going to say something, then kept flying. Harry was starting to get annoyed. After the third time, Harry was determined to find out what Malfoy was up to. As he got closer to Harry, Harry swerved into Malfoy's path. Then Malfoy swerved to avoid Harry and they both almost fell off their brooms. When everyone had recovered Malfoy headed straight for Harry.

"What the hell was that?" Malfoy yelled.

Harry smiled. "Nothing, I just got annoyed. Every time you passed me you slowed down then sped up. Sorry."

"Oh…" Malfoy looked nervous. "Well, I wanted to talk to you, but I wasn't sure if you'd be willing to since no one can see us and we can't see them."

"Actually I was wondering why you hadn't tried to knock me off my broom." Harry said seriously.

Malfoy's obvious nervousness vanished. "That's why I wanted to talk to you now. I mean… all that stuff from before it was my dad. He hates you, always has. I got the bad part of the deal. V… Voldemort was using my parents and me to get what he needed."

Harry's mouth was hanging open. "You mean to say you don't hate me."

Malfoy nodded. "I guess so and you know what, your all right Harry. I guess I just wanted you to know I was forced into most of that stuff I did, especially the Dumbledore thing."

"Oh…" Harry said simply. "Well, thanks… If you would have come to me sooner, I would've tried to help you, you know."

Malfoy looked stunned. "Really?" Harry nodded. "Wow!" Malfoy said.

"Maybe we are growing up…" Malfoy laughed. "Want to help me scare some people?" He asked.

Harry looked unsure. "I don't know."

Malfoy kept on laughing. "No, I mean… I guess… well, I'll make you a deal…winner shakes losers hand on the field after the match…"

"Umm…ok." Harry said. "Everyone's going to faint though."

Just as he finished his sentence Harry noticed something flutter in the worst possible place. The snitch was hovering behind Malfoy right near his ass. Harry looked up at Malfoy. He knew what he had to do. He lunged at Malfoy and scared him. Harry caught the snitch. He looked to his right and Malfoy was making rude hand gestures.

"You'll pay for that!" Malfoy screamed.

"Can't wait, Draco!" Harry yelled back, hoping to piss him off even more just because it was funny.

Harry landed and raised his right hand to immense cheering. Malfoy landed a few feet away in a group of pouting Slytherins. Harry could not have been happier. Everyone swarmed around him. Then he saw Malfoy disengage from his team and walk towards Harry. The others on the field must have seen him too, because it got really quiet.

Malfoy extended his hand. "Congrats."

Harry shook the outstretched hand. "Thanks" he said.

All of a sudden Malfoy tugged and pulled Harry into a brotherly hug. People all around them gasped. Harry was stunned.

"I told you you'd pay for that…" Malfoy whispered in Harry's right ear. "I'm going to do something and if you don't want it just push me away."

Harry had no idea what Malfoy was talking about as he ended the hug. Still holding Harry's hand from the handshake, Malfoy looked into the eyes staring back at him. He instantly made up his mind. Malfoy pushed himself towards Harry still staring into those emerald eyes. And then he lowered his head and kissed him. Harry didn't know Malfoy was going to kiss him and he wasn't sure what to do until he felt those lips on his. He let go of Malfoy's hand and their arms encircled one another. Harry could hear yells from some people and cheering from the others. Then Harry realized what was happening. He was kissing another bloke. No way. He put his hands on Malfoy's chest and pushed with all his might. Malfoy fell right on his ass.

"What the hell, Draco?" Harry asked furious.

Malfoy just smiled and walked away. Harry saw him head towards the castle. Nothing was right. God. He kissed another guy and the worst part was, Harry had liked it. The chatter started immediately. Someone touched Harry's arm as everyone else started heading back in for dinner.

"You okay?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. "I will be, you go on ahead, and I'm going to change."

"Okay, but if you need us you know where we are." She said and Ron shook his head yes in the background.

Harry slowly walked to the team changing room. Glad no one else was there, he shed his Quidditch robes and redressed. Then he sat on the nearest bench. His thoughts were swirling. He couldn't get Draco out of his mind.

"No." Harry said out loud.

"Yes." A voice said from near the door, a voice Harry knew well.

Harry looked up to see Draco striding towards him. He couldn't stop himself. He looked… I mean really looked. Blond hair blowing in the slight breeze, and then Harry's eyes traveled lower, much lower. He looked up to see Draco smiling.

"We- What do y-you want?" Harry asked stumbling over his words.

The smile never leaving his face Draco answered. "I thought I made that clear."

Harry just sat there not sure what to say.

"I guess your trying to figure it out, huh? I mean whether it's wrong or embarrassing or whatever." Draco said.

Harry stood and started to walk away. "Why?" He asked a few feet before the door.

"Why did I do it? Or why you?" Draco answered one question with another.

"Both." Harry wanted to know.

"It felt good and I like you more than you truly know." Draco sounded sincere.

Harry looked right into Draco's eyes knowing he was being honest. "About what I was thinking. No, I don't think it's wrong and I am still trying to figure it out, but I do know one thing…" Harry hesitated wanting Draco to ask.

His wish was granted when Draco did. "What do you know?"

Harry let the biggest grin ever envelope him as he said. "You, Draco, have the softest lips in the world." And with that Harry walked away.

Draco shook his head and followed. Soft lips. That wasn't bad considering Harry could have pummeled him to bits. Well at least Draco knew potions would be interesting. And with that he walked to the great hall his stomach growling for something food could barely keep at bay.