Chapter Seven:

If We Kissed

A/N: I just wanted to add some cute fluffiness as reciprocation for my absence in writing! Next chapter will be more plot, planning, and things to do with the ever growing War (Don't worry, still more fluffiness too)! I hope you enjoy this one, please review! Sorry about how short it is, next one will be longer. The chapter song is by Fiona Apple.

Thanks so much to PeruvianDarkness, an awesome Beta!

Electricity, eye to eye.

Hey don't I know? I can't speak.

Strip my senses on the spot,

I've never been defenseless,

I can't even make sense of this.

You speak and I don't hear a word.

What would happen if we kissed?

Would your tongue slip past my lips?

Would you runaway?

Would you stay?
Or would I melt into you?

Not tonight, lust to lust,

Spontaneously combust.

The room is spinning out of control.

You act like you didn't notice, brushed my hand.

Forbidden fruit, ring on my finger.

You're such a moral mortal man.

Would you throw it away?

No question.

Will I pretend I'm inncoent?

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"Potter," Draco hissed in a low, warning tone.

Harry glanced over at him from the Dormitory doorway and rolled his eyes dramatically, "It's just a stroll, Malfoy. Relax"

"How imbecilic can you get? Spent too much time with the Weasel," he grumbled, standing up from his bed and walking over towards him, his expression softening as he did. "So many people out there right now just want to hurt you. They want to see you dead. Why are you making my job so hard?"

"Your job? Stop treating me like some assignment- I'm a person y'know! And if I want to go out for a walk to clear my head, I can," Harry snapped back. He was sick of being followed, being looked after and treated like a child who couldn't defend himself. How was he ever expected to defeat Voldemort when he couldn't even fight off a couple of Durmstrang students with a grudge?

"Yes, Harry, my job. I am bound to protect you, if you don't remember," Draco growled testily, stepping closer still till he had Harry backed up against the door only a foot away, he glared icily down his nose at the brunette. "Even so, I could not live with myself if something happened to you again," his entire expression melted into a soft, warm smile now as his eyes focused on Harry's.

Harry felt unexplainably breathless as he looked up at Draco, his heart thudded loudly against his chest and his palms began to sweat nervously. Malfoy's was close to him, quite close indeed. Harry could swear he was getting closer still, leaning downward towards his face. He watched confusedly as Malfoy's eyes fluttered shut, and Harry concentrated on the pale eyelashes that feathered on Draco's porcelain skin.

Then there was no space between them, and Draco's thin pink lips were pressed up against Harry's, whose eyes went comically wide. As Draco's mouth did not show any intention of moving, Harry sighed and found himself relaxing into the intimate touch; he felt stiff and unable to respond, however. His mind was reeling as Draco's right hand softly caressed his cheek, the back of his fingers leaving a burning trace there.

Harry suddenly remembered how to breath. And who he was, and who was standing before him kissing him. He shivered involuntarily and pressed the palms of his hands against Draco's chest, pushing gently. Draco leaned away and looked down at Harry, a mask covering the emotions on his face once more.

"I-I have to go," Harry stuttered in a small, broken whisper before turning and running from the room as fast as possible. The Aequor students who were still awake in the Common Room all watched with curiosity as Harry rushed down the dormitory stairs and frantically passed them, out into the school corridors.

As he walked at a fast pace, he tried tirelessly to push the sensation from his mind of how soft and gentle that display of affection was. And also how utterly confusing it really was; Why? Why? Why?

The question burned in his head as he walked. It had seemed like a normal day, despite the many glances from his first day back from his recovery of the incident. They still hadn't gathered any further information on whom his attacker had been, or what was the particular hex that had caused the internal bleeding. Still, with all of that and the days slowly crawling by at Durmstrang, Harry had to think away from everybody. He knew he would have to speak to Dumbledore and Sirius about what had occurred, ask them to get any information as well as tell him any news of the Death Eaters and what was transpiring on the outside. He hadn't received any letters from Ron, Hermione, Remus, or anybody for that matter. It was getting frustrating and Harry felt himself being more cut off by each day that passed, more apart of Durmstrang than anywhere else.

It was disturbing to think that Draco Malfoy was the closest person to him nowadays.

When Harry returned to the Dormitory well over and hour later, his head was no less clear than it had been as he had left. Maybe sleep would bring clarity, or maybe not. All he knew was that the best thing to do was try to get through day-by-day.

He re-entered the dormitory after walking through the now abandoned Common Room. As he walked inside, the silence and darkness told him that they were asleep. He slipped out of his uniform and folded it at the edge of his bed for tomorrow. As he shivered from the cold nipping him he slipped under his covers and turned on his side to face Draco's bed as he did every night. Even through the darkness, it was easy to tell the blonde was already peacefully asleep.

Harry, his mind still fuming from his earlier intimate interaction, couldn't help but to also think of how beautiful Draco looked when he slept. So peaceful, untouchable, and utterly flawless. Harry sighed and closed his eyes tightly.

Maybe, tomorrow might make more sense.

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When he awoke the next morning, the snow as falling heavily. It was still a hard thing to get used to, snow in September. It seemed as though even the twins, infamous for being the last to rise, were already all down at breakfast. Harry got ready by himself and quickly gathered his school books for the day.

Harry entered the Mass Hall alone for the first time since he had begun attending Durmstrang. He was able to take a good look around at last and realized just how many eyes followed and glared at him. It was unnerving but expected so to put on the best facade he pretended to be unaffected. Walking in between the Aequor and Caelum tables, he took a seat across from Migel and Quinton, ignoring Malfoy's piercing glance of masked curiosity from down the table where he sat with Chester.

"Couples tiff?" Migel teased, leaning in with a sly smirk.

Harry chuckled awkwardly, shook his head and turned all of his attention to his meal. But what Migel said and Malfoy's constant glare began to get under Harry's skin and he squirmed in his seat. Did the twins make all those couple jokes because they noticed something Harry did not? Then there was the real question still hammering into his head. Why had Malfoy kissed him?

Unable to restrain himself any further, Harry looked up from his plate over to Malfoy who sent him a small smile that caused a shiver to ripple through his spine.

Through-out breakfast they continuously glanced at one another to a pain where Harry couldn't take much more so he came to a resolve. He would confront Malfoy and as soon as possible. So, as they left the Hall he got his attention and quickly led him to a corridor nearly empty by the entrance doors. Malfoy had his arms crossed and eyebrow slightly raised with a playful smirk on his face.

"Why did you kiss me?" Harry asked and immediately felt the heat rise to his cheeks upon mentioning it.

Draco chuckled, "Sorry, Saint Potter, I didn't know it would offend you so much," he drawled.

Harry went even redder, "No! That's not it! Well, erm, I mean that...urgh...I'm just confused s'all," he sighed defeatedly, dropping his head. He couldn't bring himself to openly admit that he had disliked the kiss or that he had wanted to feel those lips again.

Draco seemed even more amused now and he took this opportunity to advance on Harry by a step, glad the other didn't falter back but was thrilled by the widened emerald eyes, nervously looking upon him.

"You are asking why I kissed you, Harry?" he slurred, breathing his name seductively and allowing his piercing silver eyes to glaze over. Now, Draco was no fool, he understood he had great sex appeal when he tried to use it as he was doing now. He also loved, unexplainably so, to see Harry squirm beneath his unfaltering gaze.

"I-yeah...why?" Harry stuttered, unable to take his eyes from Draco's now as he closed in on him. He was becoming overwhelmed with the lack of distance. 'Merlin, Draco looks just as beautiful now as when he sleeps...' Harry thought absently somewhere in the back of his head, and then cursed his own thoughts.

"Because I want to," Draco hissed lowly, and ducked his head down to press his lips once more to the shorter boy and wrapped his arms immediately around him.

Once again Harry was stunned still, his heart stopped and he held his breath. He couldn't help the small moan that escaped him as Draco flicked his tongue out and ran it across his lower lip. Then, just as suddenly as the touch had come, it left.

Draco looked down at Harry with the truest of smiles, he reached out with the back of his hand and caressed his cheek as he had done the night before. "Because, through protecting you I have realized just how important you are to me. I kissed you Harry, because I like you," he confessed boldly, unafraid and proud of his words and feelings.

He stepped out, giving Harry necessary room to breathe, "Now c'mon Potter, Greyback will have our heads for being late," he smirked and waited for Harry to slowly gather himself and push off the corridor wall to follow him down towards their Dark Arts classroom.

I struggle with myself again.

Quikly the wal, I'm crawling.

Don't know if I can turn away.

What would happen if we kissed?

Would your tongue slip passed my lips?

Would you runaway?

Would you stay?

Or would I melt into you?

If we kissed.