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Duo entered the main room in a daze. The other pilots looked up.

"Duo!" Quatre exclaimed, "Where were you?"

"Around," Duo muttered vaguely. Quatre frowned. He peered into Duo's eyes.

"Are you alright? What happened?" he asked.

"What happened?" Duo reached up to touch his lips, "I don't know."

Quatre grinned.

"You got kissed didn't you?" he crowed triumphantly. Duo was shocked back to reality.

"What! No!" he blushed, "Well kinda. I'm going to bed now. Night."

He practically ran from the room. His door shut and the others could hear the lock click. Quatre tapped a finger against his cheek.

"So that's what would happen when Duo gets his first kiss. I always wondered."

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Duo sat curled up on his bed. His thoughts were racing. He sighed and fell over. He knew he was gay. It was a fact he had accepted a long time ago. Unfortunately he was in love with Heero. But Heero would never see him as anything more than an annoying friend.

He sighed and touched his lips again. Damn, but Draco was a good kisser. He could get used to being kissed like that. He rolled over. But what if it was just a joke? What if Draco was teasing him?

He rolled onto his back and made a decision. He was meeting Draco tomorrow after breakfast to discuss forming an alliance. He would ask him what it meant then.

Satisfied he went to sleep.

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Draco found Duo waiting for him in the tower where they had met before.

"Well? Are you going to help me?" Duo asked. Draco shrugged.

"As long as I don't have to deal with Dumbledore, sure."

"Good." There was a long pause, during which they just stared at each other. Then Duo spoke.

"What...what was last night about?" he asked.

"Are you gay?"

"Are you?"

Draco sighed. He leaned against the parapet next to Duo.

"I guess."

Duo gazed across the landscape.

"So what was it?"

"I don't know. I frustrated I guess. See, there's this guy. But he'll never see me as more than an enemy."

"I suppose I should consider myself lucky then."

"Why?"

"My secret crush is at least friends with me. How long?"

"Two years. You?"

"A year and a half."

There was a long silence. Duo turned to Draco.

"Maybe we should move on."

Draco looked up into his intense purple gaze.

"Maybe we should," he said. Duo turned away and muttered something.

"What was that?" Draco asked. Duo cleared his throat.

"I said, will you kiss me again?" and then he blushed a deep red. Draco smirked and placed a hand under Duo's chin. Unlike the other, which had been rather rough, this one was long, slow and passionate. They broke apart and looked at each other. Duo took a shaky breath.

"This is us moving on," he said. Draco nodded.

"Right," he replied. Then they kissed again.

This time Duo tentatively slid his tongue inside Draco's mouth. The blonde tasted like peppermint and honey. An odd mix, but incredibly sweet. Draco moaned into his mouth and buried his hands in Duo's hair. Duo slid his hands up Draco's back and clenched them almost convulsively. Needless to say, few intelligent words were spoken until they said good bye and disappeared back into the castle.

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A week later Harry and Heero were walking down to the Qudditch pitch in their customary silence. Harry had discovered he liked Heero's company. Heero still knew nothing of Harry's past, and even if he did, Harry doubted he'd show the sort of hero worship the rest of the wizarding community did. Around Heero, Harry could be himself without worrying about being the Boy-Who-Lived. It was a feeling he rarely felt, even around his friends.

Even so it was still some what of a shock when Heero asked,

"What are your parents like?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"They're dead," he said, "they were killed when I was young."

"How?" Harry was used to Heero being blunt. In fact it was one of the things he liked about the other boy, but it still was rather abrupt. Sighing, he led Heero over to the lake. They sat down and stared at the water. Harry took a deep breath and began,

"First of all, I'm going to tell you some things i haven't told any one else, can you keep them secret?"

Heero nodded, Harry didn't know it but he had been trained never to divulge information. Seeing his agreement Harry began his story. He started with the prophecy and told him everything up until the end of last year. His voice didn't break once. Somehow Heero's stoic presence was even more reassuring than Hermione or Ron's loud comforts.

When he was done Harry looked sideways at Heero, waiting for a reaction. After a long moment Heero spoke tersely.

"My parents were also killed in a war when I was young. Since then I was raised by a distant man. I go to boarding school, where I met Duo and the others. It is difficult for me to express sympathy or empathy, but I too have seen many people die, so I can at least understand you."

Harry was slightly shocked, He really hadn't expected the taciturn Heero to tell him anything about himself. Then he smiled to himself. Finally here was someone who truly understood the challenges and loses he had faced. Heero wasn't the softest of guys, but it was nice to have someone sensible to talk to about these things. Harry truly felt that they could form a close friendship.

The two boys sat in comfortable silence until it was time for class.

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Hmmm. not quite the ending I was expecting. I think there are alot of cool parallels between Heero and Harry. It's kinda hard to express though. But now that they've "opened-up" they should have lots of material for conversations.

Okay I have to confess that I've never written anything longer than two pages in chronological order. My other stories are written quite randomly and then put together, so I'm having some trouble coming up with filler scenes.