"Ugh, I think I ate too much." Ron groaned as he clutched his stomach.
"Maybe a tad." Harry chucked, his thoughts still fuzzy with visions of Malfoy. "Blistering Toad." He said to the Fat Lady, who opened for him almost immediately.
"Welcome back, dearies." She smiled. Harry waved a hello and climbed through the now open hole.
"Ready for your big duel tonight?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, Hermione filled me in. I think it's brilliant. I'm coming!" Ron said, giving Harry a firm slap on the back.
"Ronald!" Hermione shrieked.
"Well, he can't go alone. Malfoy might kill him!"
"Oi!" Harry said. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means he know…dark magic." Hermione's voice got quieter. "That's serious stuff, Harry. You can't mess with that."
Harry glared at her. "Watch me." He said as he flipped the cloak of invisibility over himself. He dodged around Hermione quickly.
"Harry Potter, get back his this instant!" she yelped, flinging her arms outwards, trying to catch him.
"Bloody hell." Ron groaned. "Just go, Harry. We'll talk to you later. Come on, 'Mione." Ron put his hand on Hermione's back and led her up the stairs. Harry carefully slipped out of the common room. I pang of gilt hit him, but he pushed it back down. He needed to meet Malfoy and crush whatever he had felt today out of his system. He was not…gay! He knew that. He liked Ginny!
Harry quickened his pace to arrive at the Great Hall faster. Down the hall, Draco heard footsteps. He stood tall as he waited for the Potter boy. He nervously tightened his tie as he watched for Harry. Tonight was the night that Draco was going to make his move on him. He had denied his feeling for him for the longest time, but they had now somehow bubbled up to the surface, putting Draco in a daze whenever he saw him. Draco was addicted to a drug; Harry Potter was his drug.
Harry slipped around the corner, almost colliding into a statue. In the process, he stubbed his toe.
"Ow, dammit!" Harry grimaced under the cloak. Draco jumped almost half a foot into the air.
"P-Potter?" Draco muttered, embarrassed. Harry sensed the uneasiness in his voice. A wave of worry hit him, and Harry tried to shoo it away. He needed to fight these feelings!
Harry carefully slid out of the cloak, allowing Draco to see him.
He nodded his head. "Malfoy."
Beads of sweat formed on Draco's brow. How was he ever going to tell Harry how he felt? Harry thought he was here to duel!
"Let's get this over with." Harry muttered as he pulled out his wand. Draco followed in his footsteps. They slowly raised the wands, pulled back, then walked twenty steps in the opposite direction. Harry was the first to shoot.
"Expelliarmus!" he shouted. Draco's wand shot out of his hand.
"Hit me. I dare you." Draco's voice rung through the empty corridor. Harry lowered his wanted. A puzzled look appeared on his face.
"I…I don't want to." He looked at Draco. "I can't do it." His hand released his wand, and it clattered as it made collision with the floor. "I don't know why. I just can't." Draco then also dropped his wand and briskly walked up to the other boy.
"Why?" he stood only a foot away from Harry. He could touch him if he so desired. "Why can't you shoot me?" Harry looked away. "Please," Draco begged. "Tell me."
"Why do you care?" Harry looked back at Draco, his eyes fiery. This was it: Draco needed to say it.
"It's because I lo-hngg" As he almost finished his sentence, something had slammed into his mouth. His eyes popped open to reveille that it had been a person!
It was Harry.
They stood there for a few seconds, kissing. Draco closed his eyes again, sinking into the kiss. Harry's fingers were entwined in Draco's hair. Draco put a hand around Harry's waist and pulled him closer to himself.
"Wait!" Harry gasped, breaking the kiss. "No, what? What are we doing? What am I doing? Oh my god.." And without another word, Harry grabbed his wand off of the floor and took off to his dorm.
"Harry, come back!" Draco shouted, his voice choked. "But you kissed me." Draco's voice trailed off. Suddenly, his legs started to move, gaining speed, sprinting to the boy whom he knew he loved.