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Yana5 – sorry, I hate cliffhangers when I'm reading...I love 'em when I'm writing

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driven to insanity – aw poor ill you...hope you get to go to where ever it is – lol your ways of asking are getting better and better (with draco and harry fucking on top with leather chaps, honey, ice cream, chocolate- covered strawberries, and whipped cream on top) – in this chapter SOMETHING happens – very small something but even so...

L'Arriere-monde, ura, juli303 – thanku very much

Abbie – I will keep updating everyday day or two and I know the last chapter was short but honestly I could not think of anything

Robin the bird – lol what harry does ain't that exciting – he doesn't sweep draco off his feet and have his wicked way with him...not yet at least

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HOnEySky – course harry likes draco, how could he not? What was with the scar thing?

TheTigersFire – lol I love making people wonder

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silverblueeyes – your reviews are getting longer and loner, apparatly unlike my chapters. Lol school sucks – I only got 2 more exams to go tho – wahey!! Also – draco's eyes....ah yes, reason for that

Okay three of the fingers on my left hand have gone numb. Is this a sign of anything and should I be worried?

Also – FRANCE BEAT ENGLAND 2-1....YAY!!!

11. Taking a Chance

Draco sat next to that girl...Hermione he thought her name was...it wasn't that important anyway. She was there watching Harry and Ron's basketball practice, and Draco was there watching Harry, though he told Hermione that he had to ask Harry something about their English project.

He'd heard that Harry was good at basketball, he'd have to be to be made captain of the team but Draco hadn't been aware of just how good until this moment. He moved so fast that a person could have the ball and lose it and not realise until Harry was under the basket.

Plus, he played a truly nasty game that made Draco smile. Harry was all elbows, and not averse to perhaps sticking out a foot slighty or going for the ball a little rougher than was allowed, but he was so subtle that no one noticed, except Draco.

Well, he only noticed because he was watching only Harry, scrutinising every move, every step, every facial feature. He'd tried not to let his gaze focus on Harry, he really had, but had found it impossible.

However, he was also finding it very hard to keep his eyes open. He hadn't slept at all last night, and had sat in the kitchen drinking endless cups of coffee and cans of coke processing his thoughts in his head.

It was possible he'd had more thoughts since he'd met Harry since he'd ever had in the rest of his eighteen years.

Draco had been thinking, fantisising, so much that time had started sprinting before him and, when he snapped himself out of his own ponderings, the team were already walking off the court.

He saw Harry laughing over something with Seamus, that random Irish guy, and then looked aside suddenly and caught Draco's eyes. As he did so, Draco felt like a bolt of lightening had passed through him.

He watched nervously as Harry made his excuses to Seamus and walked slowly, casually, over to Draco in a way that made him even more nervous.

"Thinking of trying out?"

Draco looked up. "Huh?"

"Thinking of trying out for the team?"

"No, I'm not really the sport type."

"Fair enough. I'm glad you're here actually."

"Oh?" asked Draco, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"Yea. Come on, let's walk."

Standing up, Draco quickly fell into step with Harry, his stomach churning, causing him to feel slighty nauseous.

"Draco, why did you suddenly run off yesterday?"

"I...I told you. I told my uncle-"

"Stop giving me the crap about your uncle," interuppted Harry.

Draco stopped, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. It was obvious he was not used to being spoken to in such a manner.

"I – it's...just drop it."

At the almost pleading tone in Draco's voice, Harry fell silent and they continued to walk.

"I didn't mean to snap a minute ago," apologised Harry. "I just don't like being bullshitted, and you're totally bullshitting me."

Draco chuckled at Harry's outburst and sat down under a tree. They had wandered into the same park they had been in last night.

Harry sat opposite him, just in the sun, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

"So, Draco, tell me about you?"

The blond boy frowned at Harry. "Like what?"

"Well, I dunno, what music you like, or what you like to do...anything."

Draco ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "Music, I dunno, loads. Smashing Pumpkins, Linkin Park, Lost Prophets..."

"Lost who?"

Draco's mouth fell open. "You have never heard of the Lost Prophets?"

"Nope."

"Sacrilige. They're this amazing Welsh band."

"That explains why I haven't heard them then."

"I s'pose. I'll have to lend you a CD, 'cause otherwise that'll piss me off."

Harry laughed, lying back on the grass. "I'm sorry I don't know who this band are, but it seems to have upset you deeply."

Draco grinned widely, the first real smile Harry had seen him give.

If it was possible for Draco to look more gorgeous than he already did, that smile had done it. When Draco grinned, his eyes grinned as well and his entire face lit up.

For a moment Harry found he could not breathe, overwhelmed by this sudden realisation.

Rubbing his hands over his face, Harry concentrated on breathing in, then out in a regulated manner.

"You alright?"

Harry lifted his head slightly to glance at the other boy. "Yea."

"You went really quiet is all."

"Just thinking."

"Oh..."

Draco was just itching to make a sarcastic comment, but found he couldn't. He and Harry were having a conversation about themselves, not about school, or anything else, but about bands like normal people. Why blow it by insulting Harry?

Suddenly, Harry sat up and looked directly at Draco. "I know why you ran away yesterday?"

Draco looked away from Harry and rubbed the back of his neck apprehensively. "Y-you do?"

"Yea. You asked me if I was gay and I said yes-"

"Actually you said 'as a Christmas tree.'"

"Really not the point. And then I asked you and you ran off."

"So? I had to go at that point."

Harry shook his head. "No. You got freaked out by that question. So either you are or you don't know. Am I right?"

The grin fell from Draco's face, replaced by a cold mask. "I told you to drop it."

"I don't care that much," retorted Harry.

That was his chance. He knew it there and then. Harry moved closer to Draco and knelt in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, sounding nervous again.

Instead of answering the question, Harry moved one hand behind Draco's head, twining it in his blond hair, which felt soft and silky, the way he'd imagined.

"Harry, I-"

Harry silence Draco with his mouth, pressing his lips against those of the undoubtably surprised blond. At first Draco was still, but Harry felt him relax and begin to kiss back. And as he did, Harry pulled away and stood up.

"You decide what exactly to want, and then you come talk to me."

And with that, Harry was walking away from Draco across the park.

Draco ran a finger over his lips. What did he want?

That's what Harry was going to do – nothing big, I know, but even so...Draco's even more confused.

And the Lost Prophets rule – I've seen them live twice before and I'm seeing them again at Reading.

Also, I'm gonna start a new Harry/Draco story soon so look out for it and check it out when you find it.
Keep on your lovely reviewing.