"What the freaking hell, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. She was cradling her head in her hands as Harry finished narrating his story. Hermione had bribed him with her delicious Chocolate Fudge Mousse cake, so that she would know exactly what happened between Harry and Draco the previous night.

"Blimey, Harry, you are dead," Ron put in from his spot next to Hermione on his own bed.

"I'm so stupid," Harry, groaned his voice muffled as he was lying facedown on his bed. Technically, they it was a school day, but the entire castle covered in slugs as Peeves had gotten bored. They only had to go to the last two lessons, which was double potions.

"Harry, you made out with him!" Hermione said disapprovingly. "That is what is known as a death sentence,"

"It can't be that bad," Harry mumbled. "I'm not that bad a kisser."

"That's not it. Now Draco has the impression that you like him." Harry instantly shot up.

"What?" Harry cried. He wasn't expecting that.

"Now, he's not going to let you near him!"

"What if I don't want to go near him?" Harry opposed. At this, Ron and Hermione both snorted.

"Sure you don't, mate," Ron said, smirking.

"I don't like Draco Malfoy!" Harry practically yelled.

"Well, we have double potions today, let's see how far you get without trying to kiss him again," Hermione defied.

"I- Pfft- I can assure you Hermione, I will not try to kiss that slimy bastard again!" Harry said, though he didn't sound that confident.

"You're thinking about it, right now, aren't you?" Ron grinned.

"No, no, no absolutely not!" Harry sputtered. "In fact, it was not that great a kiss!"

"Really?" Hermione said thoughtfully. "Can you talk about the kiss without smiling?"

"Of course I can!" Harry said, crossly.

"Well go ahead then!" Ron egged on. Harry took a breath.

"He was going to leave, but I held his arm and pulled him closer to me. Then I kissed him." Harry said. But even as he said it, he was grinning insanely. "Dammit!"

Hermione and Ron collapsed, giggling.

"This was not supposed to happen! I like girls! I like short skirts and tank tops, I am not gay!"

"Perhaps, brah, you're straight, but just gay for Malfoy?" Ron supplied.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Hermione considered.

"I do not like Draco freaking Malfoy!" Harry howled. He marched out of the room, irritated at his friends.

Later, Harry grabbed his satchel and raced to the dungeons. He was almost late for potions. It was his third time and he was sure Snape was going to poison him this time, or maybe just stick a spear through him. He finally reached there, and smiled in relief as he was three minutes early. Walking in, he spots a seat next to Hermione and Ron. Just as he's about to sit next to them, Professor Snape walks in.

"Potter, stop what you're doing. The potion today requires you all to sit two people per table. Potter, sit next to Malfoy." Snape snapped. (A/N I had to do it :D)

Both boys groaned as Harry put his satchel on the floor next to the desk now shared with Draco. Snape launched into full lecture about something.

"Draco," Harry whispered. Draco didn't reply. Harry turned to face him, and is he did, his knee brushed against Draco's thigh. Draco couldn't suppress a shiver. Harry grinned devilishly. He reminded himself how much he hated Draco, but then he did enjoy torturing him. He slowly snaked his hand and touched Draco's knee. Malfoy made a noise between a groan and a choke. Harry put his entire palm over Draco's knee and Draco gasped, but still refused to look at Harry.

"Draco," Harry murmured once more. He slid his hand slowly upwards. When it reached Draco's thigh, he seemed to snap back to reality and slapped Harry's hand away. Draco gave him a loath-filled glare. Harry merely grinned and then looked around to see if anyone noticed them. Everyone was actually paying attention to Snape's demonstration. Harry took this as an invitation and poked Draco on the shoulder. Draco turned around quickly and as soon as he did, Harry cupped his face and planted an innocent kiss on the corner of his lips. He drew away, beaming at the stunned expression on Draco's face.

"Potter," Draco growled, which made Harry fall for him all over again. "You complete arse!"

Harry simply smiled. He realized that Hermione was right. Maybe he was gay. Or as Ron said it, gay for Draco. Harry thought about it, he hadn't lasted a few minutes before kissing Draco once again. But he still needed to manipulate him and feed him false information. Despite what Hermione said, Harry was not attracted to Draco. He just was wooing him for the sake of the DA. Or so he kept telling himself.

"Potter!" Draco said, interrupting Harry's thoughts.

"What?" Harry said, trying to sound annoyed.

"We have to make a head-ache healing potion. Together."

"Oh." Harry said. Near by, Neville's cauldron exploded.

"But, I didn't even put anything in it!" Harry heard Neville protest. He also heard a large number of Slytherins laugh.

"50 points from Gryffindor, Longbottom, and get a mop and clean it up!"

Anger filled up Harry as he turned to Draco. "You did this!"

"You can't prov-" Draco started.

"My gosh, I have never seen anybody so annoying! Malfoy, why are you playing tricks on us? We have done absolutely nothing to you! Ugh, why are you so infuriating!" Harry bit, obvious fed up.

"But-"

"No, Draco! I want you to stop! No more!"

"I'm sorry."

"You guys are just lowly, ru- wait, what?"

"I'm sorry," Draco repeated. Draco didn't talk to Harry for the rest of the lesson, and instead finished up their potion, which even Snape seemed impressed by. When he was done, he swiftly left the room without talking to anyone. Harry sighed.

"Wow, what was that like two seconds?" Hermione commented from behind Harry.

"You saw us kiss?" Harry asked surprised.

"Please, she was staring at you two the entire time!" Ron chuckled. Harry groaned.

"Did you see…?" Harry was about to ask.

"Your hand sliding up his thigh? Yes, I did." Hermione said, grinning. "Very inappropriate, Harry,"

"Oh and kissing him was?" Harry answered.

From behind Harry, someone growled.

"Potter, you git." Harry turned around to see Greg Goyle.

"Stay away from Draco, or I'll kill you!" Goyle snarled. Harry remembered 2nd year, where he knocked out Goyle and Crabbe.

"You? I doubt you could even touch me," Harry smirked. Greg was suddenly close enough to punch Harry. Harry hadn't seen it coming at all. Goyle's fist was just a centimeter away from Harry's face when something fell onto Harry. That something resulted in knocking Harry to the floor, and Goyle's hand connecting with air.

"Draco?" Goyle said, stunned.

"Don't you touch him, Goyle!" Draco roared, getting up "If you even so much as lay a finger on him, so help you Merlin, I will blast you into a freaking oblivion!"

"But, I-"

"I don't give a damn!" Draco just seemed to realize what he had said and done. He practically ran away from the four of them. Goyle sneered at Harry before leaving, going in the opposite direction.

"Whoa," Ron squeaked next to Harry.

"Yeah," Hermione agreed.

"Did that just happen?" Harry asked.

"Seems like it." Hermione said, bluntly.

"Damn, Harry, Draco's got it bad." Ron said, surprising both of them. "I'm just saying!"