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Chapter 4

Finally! I thought that I would never get out of there. Snape was being weirder than usual.

Throughout his double potions, Snape didn't seem to be interested in tormenting Harry. Ok so he had the occasional sneer and the comments about his inability to read but no points what so ever had been deducted from him the whole time.

By this time, Harry was by the Gryffindor Tower. Going through the portrait of the fat lady, he took the stairs two at a time, heading towards his room. More importantly his trunk where his invisibility cloak was stashed.

Slipping it around himself, the now invisible Harry Potter headed towards the Astronomy Tower to meet Draco Malfoy. Harry slowed his steps as he got nearer. Draco was pacing at the foot of the staircase.

That's strange. Why would he be nervous?

Not knowing Harry was already present, Draco paced, wondering for the nth time if he had done the right thing by attempting to reach out to Harry.

Bugger. Where is he? Is he even coming? What if I scared him off with my note when he just started talking to me?

Upon hearing a faint sound, Draco whirled around and came face to face with the raven haired young man that had been occupying his thoughts.

"Hello, Malfoy."

All of Draco's nerves disappeared when Harry opened his mouth and spoke.

"I wanted to show you something. I thought of it last night," the blonde announced, getting straight to the point.

Turning, he reached back, grabbed Harry's arm and half led, half dragged him to the room on the third floor that no one else knew about.

Harry gave no protest as Malfoy dragged him somewhere. All his focus was on the hand that gripped his arm. The wonderful sensations running through his body.

I give up, I wonder what Malfoy, no Draco, would do if I suddenly dragged him into an empty classroom and snogged him within an inch of his life.

Images began dancing in front of his eyes of everything he wanted to do to and with the pale blonde.

Well that proves it, I suppose. I Like Draco Bloody Malfoy. Bugger.

Draco glanced back making sure Harry was still following him.

He isn't even trying to ask what's going on or make a single protest.

Finally reaching his destination, he walked in, pulling an unresisting Harry behind him. Harry froze upon entering the room. Draco swallowed once again nervous and quickly tried to explain.

"I come here to get some peace and quiet. To get away from everything. I thought you might like it and if you wanted, I could share it with you. You said last night that you sometimes wished you could get away for a while. This is the best thing I could think of," Draco rambled on.

"It's perfect. Thank you, Draco."

Turing around Harry faced Draco since leaving the Astronomy Tower.

Nobody has done anything like this for me before.

"Come, let me show you around," Draco's voice came from close behind him.

Harry looked at Draco more than he focused on anything the blonde pointed out. Noticing the time, the pair made their way down to detention quietly continuing their conversation about their favourite Quidditch Teams.

That Friday night after detention found Harry and Draco in front of the fire in their secret room. Curled up on the sofa, Draco was lost in thought.

A thud brought him out of his silent musings. Harry had dropped yet another book.

Draco's lips curved into a small smile. Harry always seemed to be clumsy around him. Deciding to use this to his advantage, the Slytherin uncurled himself from the sofa and bent down to pick up the book at the exact same moment that Harry did, mimicking each other's actions as though they were a reflection for the other. Draco's hand reached the book first and a split second later, Harry's hand covered it.

Standing up, Draco handed Harry back his book. A sense of de ja vu briefly came over him. Looking up at Harry through his pale blonde eyelashes, he noticed that the raven head's eyes seemed to be glued to his lips.

Emerald green eyes connected with desire tinted grey ones. Both their lips parted slightly, breaths coming out in soft little gasps of anticipation. Not knowing who moved first, Harry found his lips covering the soft lips of the pale blonde before him.

It started out slowly, hesitantly, each exploring his partner's lips. Draco became aware of something running along his bottom lip, begging entry. Realizing it was Harry's tongue, he moaned low in his throat and parted his lips, granting entrance.

Having no idea what he was doing, Harry gathered that he had to be doing something right if the noises coming out of Draco's throat were any indication.

As he once again slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth to duel with the blonde's tongue, Harry lifted his hands and ran them through the long silky strands of white blonde, golden hair. He grabbed a fist full of hair and used it as leverage to tilt Draco's headed back, giving him even more access to his partner's mouth.

His other hand ran down Draco's back, feeling every muscle until settling on the lower part of his back. Without conscious thought, Harry began tracing invisible patterns over and over again.

Draco couldn't suppress another moan as the feeling tingling all over his body resembled that of someone that had gotten too cozy with a lightning strike. Littler white lights were dancing behind his eyelids as the pleasure increased.

Harry's tongue retreated back into his own mouth, Draco's following protesting against stopping.

Finally pulling away they realized that they needed to breath, Harry bent his head down, touching his forehead to Draco's.

"Bugger, that was some first kiss," the blonde quipped.

"What's happening to us? Everything is happening so fast," Harry whispered still out of breath. He captured Draco's lips in a short, sweet kiss.

Pulling away, Draco looked Harry in the eye and uttered four words that would cause any sane person to start worrying.

"We need to talk."

Harry immediately picked up on Draco's serious tone. Taking the callous hand that had been resting on his hip, the Slytherin prince led his Gryffindor over to the sofa.

Sitting down, he tugged the raven head down next to him.

Well here goes nothing. I just wish I knew how this was going to turn out.

"Harry, what do you know of soul mates?"

AN: What you think? Good? Bad?