Draco appeared with a pop in, what looked like, the middle of nowhere. He had decided to take a little tour of Ireland. How would this help him to find Potter? Well, he'd take a tour of the Quidditch stadiums and hope for the best.

He was just outside the woods which disguised the Kestrels' stadium and it was a bright breezeless day. If Potter was anything like him when it came to Quidditch he'd be there practising. He just hoped the whole team wasn't there.

He picked his way between the trees and, sure enough, there was the stadium. Draco crept up to the entrance and peeked in. At first glance it appeared that it was empty. Draco felt the sinking feeling of disappointment in his stomach and was just about to turn away again when he caught a glimpse of something. He looked back and his stomach flipped over. It was Potter. He was drifting lazily on his broom, lying flat against the handle, head turned to one side resting on his hands, his eyes glazed over, unseeing. He was clearly in a world of his own as he steered blindly around the pitch about 10 feet up, turning one way and then the other whenever he felt like it.

Draco leaned against the wall and watched Potter dreamily, a small smile spreading across his face. He must have watched Potter for nearly half an hour before Potter drifted so close to Draco that he could smell him. He smelled wonderful. He smelled of ... Potter. Draco guessed that Potter must have smelled him too as his eyes instantly refocused and he stopped directly in front of Draco. His face was twisted into a frown and was reddening by the second.

"Malfoy, what the Hell are you doing here?!" he spat.

"I'm on holiday. Taking a tour of stadiums and I was just admiring this one." Draco said easily.

Potter looked confused.

"How long have you been there?" he asked, softer now.

"Long enough." Draco replied evasively.

Potter paled and shook his head.

"Will you be leaving now then?" he asked. There was an almost nervous tone in his voice and Draco picked up on it.

"Actually, I was hoping to have a little wander around but I didn't want to startle you."

"I see." Potter paused for a moment and seemed to be having some sort of internal struggle. Eventually he came to a decision, "Would you like me to show you around?"

Draco's heart leapt, maybe there was a chance.

"Yes, please," he replied with a smile.

Potter still looked unsure of himself but he kept going.

"Come on then," he said, and managed to half smile back as he leapt off his broom and turned away to lead Draco out onto the pitch.

Draco followed Potter out onto the pitch. Potter led him around the edge chatting about the stadium and its history. Draco was only half listening as he ogled Potter's arse in front of him in the skin tight trousers of his kit.

Suddenly, Potter stopped and turned to face Draco and Draco almost walked straight into him. He had to put his hand out to stop himself crashing and as his hand made contact with Potter's chest his breath hitched.

Damn, Potter's toned up.

Draco looked up from his hand on Potter's chest to Potter's face. Potter was red as a tomato and seemed to be struggling for words, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Draco looked back to his hand and, against the nagging in his brain, he slowly removed it.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Potter didn't reply. He seemed to be holding his breath.

Fuck, he's going to hit me.

Draco closed his eyes so the anger in Potter's face wouldn't ruin his mental image of him.

Suddenly, he felt a hand against his and he opened his eyes to see Potter placing his hand back against his chest. Draco's eyes widened in disbelief but as he splayed his fingers on Potter's chest, Potter sighed gently.

Draco's stomach was doing somersaults as he looked back up to Potter's face. Potter looked terrified and Draco made to remove his hand again. He didn't want to scare him. Potter timidly placed his hand over the top of Draco's, so Draco couldn't move his away, and closed his eyes as he sighed again, a look of forbidden serenity on his face.

Draco could feel Potter's heart beating a rapid rhythm underneath his palm and he let himself hope that maybe Potter returned his affections.

They stood like that for maybe 10 minutes before Potter opened his eyes again. He looked like he was torn between letting go and staying like that forever. Draco smiled carefully and studied Potter's reaction. Potter was clearly having another internal struggle but he managed a weak smile back.

"Potter, can I have my hand back?" Draco asked. That seemed to settle his internal argument.

"Erm ... Well ... Yes, I guess so," he replied, but didn't make a move to release Draco's hand and Draco didn't move either.

"Do you not want me to move my hand, Potter?"

"Erm ...no, not really."

"Ok. You do realise what this looks like, right?"

Potter looked pained for a moment. Draco wondered if he'd gone too far.

"Yes. I know what this looks like."

"What does it look like then?"

Potter frowned, trying to formulate a reasonable response.

"It looks like I'm holding your hand to my chest."

"That much is true. But, why?"

"Why not?" Potter retorted quickly.

"We're enemies, aren't we?"

"We were enemies. We're obviously not anymore."

"Do you have to be so cryptic?"

"I'm scared." Potter whispered.

"Ok, what are you scared of?"

"I don't know what the Hell I'm doing or why."

"Instinct maybe?"

"I don't know what the Hell these feelings are, or why I have them, or what the fuck to do about them."

Draco flinched at the emphasis on the word fuck.

"What feelings?"

"I despised you. I hated you with every fibre of my being. Until one day I realised that I only hated you because you hated me. So I stopped hating you and I noticed so many things about you ... And I liked it."

"Do you know why I hated you, Potter?"

"Because I rejected your friendship?"

"Exactly. I was desperate to be your friend and you rejected me, in front of other people too. I was furious, not just with you, but with myself for not being good enough for you -"

"You are good enough for me." Potter interjected.

"I didn't think so. I hated you and I kept on hating you until 5th year when I discovered an extremely fine line between hate and love. We were growing up and changing into men. I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I loved you ... And it made me hate you even more. But by hating you more you gave me even more attention and I secretly thrived off it." Draco paused for moment to gather his thoughts.

"You loved me?"

"Yes, Potter, I'm sure that I did. In fact I'm even surer now because I've never come across feelings like these for any other person. Only you."

"Only me?" Potter repeated dumbly.

"Yes, only you. After the war I thought I might never see you again and while I was in Azkaban I resolved to stop pining over you and build a normal life for myself. By the time I was released I had managed to force you from my mind. I've been out for over 2 years now and I was with Pansy living together at the Manor until yesterday. I saw you for the first time since I had given you up and I realised that I hadn't really given you up at all. The memories and emotions came crashing over me like a wave with renewed vigour. In that single moment you turned my world upside down, Potter."

"Upside down?" Harry was dumbfounded.

"Yes, Potter. I thought about it for hours last night," not strictly true, but a nice touch, "And this morning I broke it off with Pansy and asked her to leave. I knew I couldn't go on without trying. And so here I am. And here you are. And what are we doing?" Draco breathed a huge sigh of relief from getting it all off his chest.

Potter hadn't moved at all and neither had Draco. Potter blushed and looked down at his hand which held Draco's to his chest.

"I'm ... Erm ... I'm not sure what we're doing ... But ... Erm ... I think ... I think I'd like to do more."

Draco's heart pounded against his ribcage, his stomach filled with butterflies and he flushed so hot that he could feel the sweat forming on the back of his neck.

"You want to do more?" he managed to ask.

"I ... I think so."

"With me?" It was Draco's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Yes, I think so."

"Oh." It was all his dreams and nightmares rolled into one. He had his big chance, but what if he ruined it.

"Don't you want do more with me?" Potter asked nervously.

"Oh, Merlin, Potter, yes. Yes I do."

"So what now?"

"What do you want to do?" Draco asked, not wanting to make Potter uncomfortable.

"I think ... I think I want to kiss you."

Draco's heart nearly burst out of his chest.

Oh sweet Merlin yes!

"Go ahead."

Potter bit his lip. He was obviously nervous. He shuffled slightly closer. Draco daren't move in case he startled him and lost his chance. Potter leaned slowly towards him and gently pressed his lips to Draco's. The kiss was soft and sweet. He stayed there for a second and then moved away quickly. Draco saw that he was blushing and he looked pained again.

"What the Hell am I doing?" he whispered to himself.

He hurriedly stumbled backwards, releasing Draco's hand and breaking the contact between them.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Potter, wait!" Draco called but it was too late as Potter turned on the spot and disapparated.