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By the way! There isn't really any Ron interaction in this story..sorry if that turns some people away o:
"Bloody hell, Blaise!" Draco said, his irritation echoing off of his voice in waves. Draco was pacing in front of his bed while one of his best friends, Blaise Zabini was lying down. Draco couldn't stop replaying the moment Harry and him had yesterday, and every time he did, a flare of annoyance would wake up. They were so close!
"What, Draco?" Blaise asked, casually flipping through a magazine.
"We were so close, Blaise!" Draco moaned miserably while flopping down on his bed and sighing into his hands.
When Draco said that, Blaise closed the magazine and turned toward his friend, finally taking in his distressed state.
"What happened?"
Draco kept his eye's closed while he talked, afraid that if he looked at Blaise he would jump him.
"Potter and I were about to kiss, but then you and your little friend interrupted!"
Draco heard snickers and he cracked one eye open to see him laughing.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No, no. Not at all," Blaise said quickly, trying to stifle his laugh's into his hand. "but, it's not my fault you're moping about it."
Draco sat up straight and glared harshly at Blaise, trying to control his building anger.
"Moping?" Draco demanded, his irritation leaking into his voice. "I'm not moping!"
Blaise just raised an eyebrow at Draco, his eye's betraying his amusement at the moping boy.
"You sure about that, Drake?"
Draco sighed quietly and laid back down, his blonde-hair splayed out across his pillow.
"Fine," He grumbled quietly. "I may be moping a little bit, but with good reason! That was my only chance and I blew it."
Blaise scoffed at Draco's dramatic moment and had to stifle another laugh, if Potter and Draco really did get into a relationship, it would never be a boring one.
"Really, Draco? You're just giving up? The Ice Prince, The Heir of Malfoy, The-."
Draco picked up a pillow and whacked Blaise with it, causing the darker boy to fall to the floor.
"I get it! I get it!" Draco said, sounding amused. He looked down at the ground and saw Blaise still sitting there, smiling up at him.
"Good! You'll just have to try again on me and Hermione's next date."
Draco laughed and reached his hand out, helping the other boy back onto the bed.
"I'll have to go talk to Potter then…" He trailed off, trying to control the grin threatening to take over his face.
"Go on then. Send him an owl or something," Blaise said while standing up and pushing Draco out the door. Then with a wicked grin, Blaise winked at him and called to him from upstairs.
"Have fun, Drakey-Poo!"
Before Draco could growl at him about the nickname, his bedroom door was slammed shut and he was locked out. Walking up to the Owlerly, Draco started to feel nervous. What if Potter didn't want to talk to him? What if he didn't want to work with him anymore? Quickly writing out a note for Harry to meet him after lunch, he attached to an owl and sent him away.
0o0o
Harry and Hermione were sitting in the Common Room in front of the fireplace. Hermione was talking about her amazing 'date' with Blaise last night. Harry was staring into the fireplace, giving a start when a warm hand was placed on his shoulder.
"You okay, Harry?" Hermione questioned, her eye's showing concern.
"Yeah.." Harry trailed off, not knowing if he should mention the almost kiss. "I was just thinking about last night.."
"It was quite lovely, wasn't it?" Hermione asked, her face turning up into a smile.
"Yes, it was, but Malfoy almost kissed me," Harry mumbled quietly, trying to control the flush spreading throughout his body.
Hermione's eye's widened before she smirked at him, looking oddly Slytherin like. She scooted closer to Harry and gripped his hand's in hers.
"Why almost? Did you back away?"
Harry shook his head fiercely and smiled at Hermione.
"Nope, you and Blaise interrupted us when you came down the trail."
"What! Well, you obviously have to go talk to him," Hermione said, already pulling Harry up. "Go send him a letter or something."
"But, 'Mione.." Harry complained, his face turning into a pout.
"No! No, 'buts', Harry," she interrupted quickly. "I want you to go up there and send him a message. Now."
Right when Harry was climbing through the portrait hole, Neville came down the stairs holding a letter.
"Harry!" He called out, running up to him. "This came for you."
Muttering a quick thanks, Harry opened the letter.
Meet me after lunch at the Quidditch Pitch
Sincerely, Draco Malfoy
Smiling down at the note, Harry showed it to Hermione.
"Well, look at that," She said smiling. "You don't even have to make the first move."
0o0o
After lunch, Harry quickly walked out to the pitch, trying not to look too eager. Taking his cloak off, he folded it and sat down on it. Idly twirling his wand in his hand, he couldn't help but smile when he saw the flash of blonde-hair walking towards him.
"Hello, Potter," Draco said calmly, looming over Harry.
"Hey, Malfoy," Harry replied, still smiling. "Why don't you sit down?"
Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry, looking at him as if he just suggested something extremely unpleasant. Harry moved over on his cloak and pointed for Draco to sit down next to him. After he sat down, Harry realized how close they suddenly were. Their shoulder's and thighs were touching and Harry pressed himself even closer, loving the sharp intake of breath Draco did.
"I had an idea for Blaise and Granger tonight," Draco said in a strained voice. "I was thinking after dinner, we could 'accidentally' meet each other again by the lake and they could take a walk or something."
Harry looked towards Draco and smiled, nudging Draco's shoulder with his.
"Good idea. Hermione think the lake looks pretty at night. The fairies come out of the forest, and it actually is pretty."
Draco looked towards Harry and gave a small smile, and nudged him back.
"Excellent. So let's meet around eight o'clock."
"Sounds like a plan! You and I are going with them though," Harry replied, hoping that his blush wasn't to noticable.
"Of course, Potter!" Draco scoffed, obviously sounding as if that was the intention the entire time. "We'll just stay a safe distance away from them."
Harry nodded and started to stand up, offering his hand again to Draco. This time there was no hesitation, and Harry felt his heart soar.
"See you then, Potter," Draco mumbled quietly, giving a small wave to Harry before walking away.
0o0o
After dinner, Harry and Hermione were walking casually around the lake, talking about classes and the school year.
"Ginny won't speak to me anymore," Harry said sadly. "Ever since I told her I liked someone else, and now Ron won't speak to me for making her upset!"
Hermione wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and leaned against him..
"It'll blow over, Harry. Besides, Ron has no reason to be upset you're just being honest."
"Looks like I have some competition, Draco," came Blaise's amused voice from behind Harry and Hermione.
Hermione released Harry and gave Blaise a peck on the cheek. Blaise smiled down at her and gently stroked her cheek before mumbling something quietly to her. Hermione smiled at him and walked back over to Harry.
"Like I said, it'll be fine."
Harry nodded, and gently pushed her back towards Blaise.
"Care for a walk, Potter?" Draco asked quietly, his grey-eye's boring into Harry's.
"I would love to, Dra-Malfoy," Harry corrected quickly, gesturing for Malfoy to lead the way.
The boy's stood next to each other, closer then was actually needed, but if they noticed, they didn't say anything.
"So, Potter," Draco started casually. "Got anyone you fancy?"
Harry spluttered and turned a deep shade of red which caused Draco to smirk at him, obviously getting his answer.
"Yes," Harry said honestly. "Do you?"
Draco actually allowed himself a small smile before answering.
"I do. He seems like a wonderful bloke too."
Just as Draco suspected, Harry caught onto the 'bloke' part and turned to face Draco with widened eyes.
"You like guys?"
Draco nodded and raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had mistaken the attraction between Potter and him.
"Is that a problem?"
Harry shook his head so quickly his glasses fell off, blushing at his clumsiness Harry got down into the grass, patting around for them.
"Here," came the cool voice of Draco. He gently put the glasses back on Harry's face and smirked. "Is that better?"
Harry's breath caught in his throat, and he just nodded instead. Draco was so close to his face, he could feel their breath mingling together. Unconsciously, he leaned forward, his lip's ghosting over Draco's. Hearing the sharp intake of breath, Harry pressed his lip's against Draco's harder. Standing on his knee's, Draco tangled his finger's in Harry's hair, pulling the green-eyed boy closer. Harry's hands were squeezing Draco's hips, almost hard enough to leave bruises.
"Mmm, Harry," Draco groaned, peppering kisses down Harry's neck.
Smiling into Draco's hair, he met the blonde-boy's lips again, savoring the taste of him. It wasn't anything specific, it tasted like Draco. It was intoxicating. Suddenly pressing his lip's harder against Draco's, he fell on top of him. Not even caring that they were making out in the grass, where absolutely anyone could see them, just made Harry kiss Draco even harder. Draco arched up to meet Harry's kisses, roughly holding the boy's hair.
"Bloody hell, Draco," Harry hissed, his voice sounding husky.
Both boy's broke apart, their breaths coming out in harsh gasps and looked up to see Hermione and Blaise standing next to a horrified Ginny. Suddenly as if breaking out of a trance, Harry turned towards Draco and noticed his swollen lips, mused hair, and wrinkled clothes, and felt extremely satisfied that he did that.
"Harry," Ginny questioned, her voice sounding like she was holding back tears. "What are you doing with him?"
"Well," Harry said slowly, as if he was talking to a child. "What did it look like?"
"You can't, Harry!" Ginny cried, her eye's looking wild. "He's death eater scum. You shouldn't associate with people like him. It's disgusting really how easily his family bowed down to the Dark Lord's feet."
Draco stood up briskly and brushed off his robes, his face giving away no emotion.
"If I recall correctly, my mum and I saved Potter's life," He snapped, stalking closer to Ginny with each word. "So, why don't you scurry off and not put your freckle covered nose in anyone else's business."
Ginny bristled at the insult before tears spilled over. She gave one last huff at Harry before she stalked away.
"Nice, Malfoy," Harry murmured quietly into the blonde-boy's shoulder. Wrapping his arm's around Draco's waist, Harry was surprised when his hand's were roughly shoved away.
"I have to get going," Draco said before walking away back towards the school.
Harry turned towards Blaise and Hermione with a questioning look in his eye's, his face betraying his hurt.
"Draco hates when people bring up his family, just give him some time."
Harry nodded slowly and gave one last look towards the castle before he started to walk the other direction, hoping he hadn't missed his chance.
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