Chapter 2

Two days had passed since what had happened. Luckily, Draco hadn't had any more lessons with Potter, so avoiding him was quite easy. But today they had potions again, right after lunch. Draco was tempted to fake being ill or to just not turn up at all, but he couldn't take the cowards' way out and he knew he'd have to face Potter eventually. He cringed to think about Weasley and Granger, as Potter told them what had happened, in fact, he'd probably told the whole of Gryffindor by now. What would Blaise say, and Pansy? Even though they knew he was gay, Draco was sure they would never approve of him liking Potter. He tried not to think about what everyone would think of him.

He sighed and headed off to his first lesson.

The morning passed quite quickly and soon it was lunch. Draco managed to keep down a sandwich but couldn't eat much else. He walked as slowly as he could to Potions, with Blaise chatting constantly in his ear about something that he didn't care about. He didn't seem to notice him being abnormally quieter than usual. It was when they got inside the classroom; that Draco remembered he and Potter were still working on the love potion project together. He sat down and hoped that this lesson would go very fast.

As a matter of fact, it did. Draco noticed Potter glancing at him now and then, but they otherwise didn't interact. He put his full concentration on chopping up roots and stirring the potion and before he knew it, Professor Snape was asking them to pack away. He put his things away slowly, so he'd be the last one out. He saw Potter walk through the door with his Gryffindor friends, and sighed. He'd been quite surprised they hadn't said anything to him, maybe Potter hadn't told anyone. Hopefully he wouldn't have to speak to Potter again for some time.

As he was walking through the door, however, he felt a soft tug on his robes and was pulled backwards into an empty classroom, next door to the one he'd just been in. He turned around, expecting to see Blaise, but instead he was looking into two round, emerald eyes with hideous glasses in front of them.

"Yes?" he spat out. He began to mentally prepare himself for the snide comments Potter was probably going to say to him.

"I wanted to talk about what happened the other day..." Potter replied, his face not showing any sign of emotion that Draco could easily read. Draco was confused for a moment, what was Potter up to?

"I don't know what you're talking about." Draco said firmly, he didn't know why he lied; he just said the first thing that had popped into his head. He was desperate to get out of here as quickly as possible. "Look… if you're going to blackmail me or something, then can you get it over with. I have better places to be…"

"I'm not going to blackmail you." said Potter; his face still wasn't showing much emotion.

"Then, what do you want?" Draco frowned, searching Potter's face for some clue. He really didn't have any idea what was going on here. All he knew was that every time he looked at Potter, his heart skipped a beat. He cursed under his breath, why was it that only Potter could make him feel like this.

"I was giving you a chance to explain what happened…" Potter eventually replied.

"What's to say? Or do you need me explain what a kiss is?" He smirked; he was probably Potter's first kiss. His smirk faded as quickly as it had come, what if that was true?

"Don't be a prick, Malfoy." He heard Potter say. "What I meant was I want to know why".

Draco frowned again, Potter wanted to know why and Draco didn't even know why himself. He racked his brain for an answer, but nothing came to him. He was usually very good at witty comebacks, what was wrong with him?

"I... I don't know." He said finally, his voice had a hint of defeat.

"Well…" Draco said after a long pause, "If that's all…" He had to get away from Potter's gaze. He turned his back on him, and began to walk towards the classroom door. He noticed it smelt funny in here, like the whole room was damp.

"Wait!" Potter said and something in his voice made Draco stop and turn back.

"What?"

"I haven't… I haven't told anyone, by the way." Potter blurted out. Draco tilted his head to the side and stared at the raven-haired boy in front of him.

"Why?" Draco said in a more challenging voice taking advantage of Potter's moment of weakness. He walked up to him, only leaving a small space between them so that Potter had to look up at him. "I would have thought you'd have at least told Weasley and Granger".

"Well… that's where you're wrong." Potter replied back, making the gap even tighter, until they were almost touching. "I'm not like you Malfoy… I don't get my kicks off making other people feel down."

"Oh, Sure. You're probably just going to drag it out as long as possible until eventually you'll tell everyone."

"Why are you so convinced that I'm going to use this against you?"

"Because… You hate me. And I hate you. It's what we're like."

"And nothing I say will convince you that I won't tell everyone?"

"Nope" Draco was starting to get tired of this pointless banter.

"What about if I did this..."

Suddenly, Potter's face was closing in on his own and he felt strong hands cup his face. The Gryffindor's lips pressed firmly into his, and he couldn't help keep back a moan. He hadn't realised how much he'd wanted this. He closed his eyes and kissed him back. His tongue flicked out and brushed along Potter's bottom lip. Potter obediently responded by opening his mouth. Draco's tongue tangled with the other boy's and the kiss became a lot fiercer. After what seemed like hours, they pulled apart, both panting slightly.

"Merlin Potter… did anyone ever tell you that you kiss like a girl?" Draco said smirking against Potter's lips.

"Yeah, well… at least now you know I'm not going to blackmail you."

Just then the bell went for the last lesson.

They both stared at each other, taking in each other's red lips and messy hair, (even messier for Potter than usual).

"Not a word to anyone…" breathed Draco, and left the classroom, leaving Potter to stare after him.

He walked quickly to his next class, which was defence against the dark arts. He made some excuse to the teacher and sat next to Blaise, ignoring the looks he was getting from him and Pansy. When they asked him where he was and why he looked like he'd just been pulled through a hedge backwards, he just shrugged and told them to mind their own business. This made Pansy go in a huff with him, but he didn't care in the slightest. He tried to concentrate on the lesson but all he could think about was Potter and his red, soft lips. His face resembled the colour of a tomato when he remembered the feel of their tongues as they brushed together. He couldn't get his head round why Potter had kissed him, was he playing a joke at his expense or was he being serious. The more he thought about it the more he doubted Potter actually liked him, Potter was probably laughing at him right now. Slightly angry at himself for trusting someone he was supposed to hate, he decided to find Potter tomorrow and put him straight.

The next day, he waited outside the great hall just as breakfast was starting. He hid behind a statue where he could see the big double door, but no one could see him. He saw many students from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin come and go but only a few from Gryffindor. 'Damn lazy Gryffindors' he muttered under his breath. Finally, after waiting two hours, Potter's messy black head appeared alongside a ginger one and a bushy brown one. Just as they walked past, Draco stepped out behind them, and grabbed hold onto Potter's shoulder and pulled backwards. To Draco's surprise, Potter didn't make any noise and came willingly as he was pulled into the deserted corridor to the right of the great hall. Draco was much angrier than he had realised and he slammed Potter into the wall before he'd realised what he was doing.

Potter winced and furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Malfoy...What...?" Potter started to say, struggling against Draco's hold on his shoulders.

"Shut up Potter. I've had enough of you." He said, tightening his grip on him.

"What?" Potter said again, his eyes never leaving Draco's.

"Thought you'd kiss me as a joke yesterday? Did you have a good laugh about it?"

"No." Potter said quietly but firmly. "I kissed you yesterday because I wanted to."

"What?" Draco said, taken aback. He didn't know why, but he wanted to think that Harry was lying. But something about the way Harry had said it made him believe it. He dropped his hold on Harry and stepped back. His mouth turned into a smirk. "Who'd of thought it? Harry Potter, the saviour of the world, likes boys…"

"Shut up Malfoy." Harry said, he looked down and sighed. It was a sad sort of sigh and it made Draco's heart leap into his mouth.

"Ok" Draco replied, and he pushed Harry up against the wall again, weaving his hands through his black, crow's nest hair. He moved his mouth to Harry's neck and planted soft kissing along it, making Harry let out a quiet moan. Draco made his way up and up and eventually reached Harry's soft pink lips.

He hovered over them, his breath caressing them in swirls; all the while staring into the other boy's big, green eyes and slowly he moved his lips closer and closer until he felt the familiar softness as they pressed together. The kiss was different this time, it was passionate and slow, as though they had all the time in the world. Draco shifted his leg and placed it between Harry's, in order to get even closer to him. He felt Harry's hands twist in his hair and running up and down his back, getting lower and lower…

"Harry?"

Both boys froze and jumped apart quickly at the sound Granger's voice travelling from around the corner, her footsteps getting closer and closer.

Draco watched, frozen to the spot, as she finally walked past the end of their hallway and luckily turned down a corridor away from them. Her footsteps were now getting fainter. Harry let out a sigh of relief and turned back to face Draco.

"That was close." Draco whispered, moving closer again to Harry and nibbling lightly on his ear, making a soft moan escape from Harry's lips. Harry wove his hands once again in Draco's hair.

"I best go" Harry said after a few moments, untangling himself from Draco. "She'll walk back this way in a minute".

Draco groaned, and gave him a quick peck on the lips before watching him turn and walk away, back towards the Great hall.