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They lay beside each other, kissing each other's faces gently, and allowing their racing heartbeats to slow.

"Where did you learn how to do that Cedric?"

"Well, there have been some girls here who gave me the idea."

"There are girls here at Hogwarts who can do that?" Cedric laughed at Harry's astonishment. "Who?"

"I can't tell you that Harry, gentlemen don't kiss and tell."

Harry smiled, feeling happy that Cedric had a sense of honor; one he could respect.

"I bet you thought I was all innocent didn't you Harry?" Cedric screwed up his smile into a little grin.

"Well, yeah, at least when it came to doing that?"

"You are funny Harry. Though I suppose I never figured you out either."

"We are, both of us, great enigmas then." They kissed again, slowly, sharing breath.

"I don't want this to be a one time thing Harry." Cedric's tone was serious.

"Ummm, neither do I." Harry was letting his hands wander gently across the developed shoulders and firm lats of the man in front of him, under the quilt of his bed.

"Is Draco your boyfriend?"

Harry laughed, just quietly and shook his head. "No. We have a different kind of relationship."

"I'd say, first few years you guys always used to look as if you hated each other. Even now it's a little ambiguous from day to day."

"We do that on purpose; people just wouldn't understand if we were true friends."

"Draco's people I bet."

"Yes. He's expected to hate anyone associated with the Muggles, me especially. His family expects him to hook up with a good Pure Blood girl, get married and have a brood of children. I'm a, distraction, shall we say, when the pressures get to be too much, he's the same for me." Harry said it so matter of factly it seemed to be the most reasonable thing in the world.

"Would you tell me how you and he," a pause, "came to be lovers?"

"I thought you said no kissing and telling Cedric."

"I know, but I really want to know, and I've already heard you, so it's not really a secret is it?"

"I suppose not, well, it happened like this."

"It was after a dueling class," Harry sighed with the memory. Cedric had been right when he had started asking about Draco, they had hated each other, and until that night Harry would have just as soon beaten Draco Malfoy to a pulp.

"We'd had a real row going all through the class, sniping at each other, casting dirty looks and trying to inflict the utmost harm possible. The professor finally had to separate us because of the real fear that someone would be seriously injured. We couldn't leave it be.

Draco pushed me into a wall in the corridor outside the classroom, fairly hissing at me to meet him back there at midnight to finish what we had started; mano a mano. There was nothing I could have wanted more at that time."

Cedric held on to Harry as he felt his back stiffen with the memory of the all-consuming hatred.

"What happened then?"

"I met him back at the classroom. I came alone and was quite surprised to find that he had as well. I supposed at the time that he didn't want any witnesses if he did manage to kill me."

"Wow." Cedric was shocked that the hatred could have been that deep.

"We went at it, hurling spells at each other while rushing around the classroom. My Patronus was always better than his, and as it dispelled what he attempted to throw at me he became more and more angry. We landed magical blows on each other until we were both cut and bleeding and beginning to stagger. Then finally he launched himself at me, physically knocking me to the ground, landing on top of me. He absolutely screamed with rage at me, I don't even know if there were words in it.

Draco looked down at me with the strangest gleam in his eyes and a curled up smile on his face, an expression only disturbed by his punctuated breathing. I didn't know what to do, because I was exhausted, and because I wasn't sure what he had planned for me. Any guess running through my mind in that split second would have been the wrong one.

He didn't even wait to completely catch his breath, and I certainly hadn't caught mine when he pushed his mouth onto mine and kissed me, hard. I didn't know how wide my eyes must have gone, and it was pure shock that ran through my body that first time, and nothing more.

When he was done he pulled back, looking at me with a smug, self-satisfied grin. I took the opportunity of his egoistic reflection to hook my legs around his and flip him onto his back. I'd watched my cousin Dudley do it enough times; part of me was a bit surprised that I'd even managed it.

So I found myself on top of him, and looking down into his eyes, which were starting to lose their superior gleam, I couldn't think of anything else to do but kiss him back, exert my dominance over him I guess. I pushed as hard as I could against him, initially trying to hurt him, but I felt that resolve slip away from me when I realized that the muscle tension in his body was fading. It was lost completely when he forced his tongue into my mouth, and my slackened grip on his upper arms allowed him to wrap them around my back and pull my body onto his completely.

The thought 'Holy Shit, I'm kissing Draco Malfoy' crossed my mind really quickly, pushed aside by the fact that it felt really good, and that I was becoming aroused. I backed away from his grip, sitting up on my haunches, just beyond the reach of his arms. I still had my wand in my grasp, and I would have pointed it at him but for the fact that my whole body was trembling and I didn't want him to see."

"What the fuck was that Draco?" I tried to put anger in my voice while staring at him, it wasn't convincing even to me.

"I don't know Scar." He answered, very quietly, looking away from me, deliberately at the ground.

"I hate you." I was scrabbling to stand on rubber legs.

"Apparently not." Was what I thought I heard him mumble.

For some reason I offered him a hand to stand up, he took it, and we stood, facing each other in the shambles of the dueling classroom.

"We better clean this up." I used my wand to start setting things to right, which gave me an excuse not to look at him. With my back turned I heard him doing the same thing. Even with the two of us working it took a good ten minutes to restore the classroom. I was prepared to leave just then and forget everything that had happened when he reached out a hand to rest on my shoulder. I stopped dead, not wanting to turn back and look at him.

"We should go somewhere else and talk," he said, uncertainty as rife in his voice as it was in my shoulders. I nodded my head limply and followed him out the door."