It had been two days since Harry's arrival, and he was eating a quiet lunch with Snape when the man announced, "Draco will be visiting this afternoon. He will be here shortly, I suspect."

Harry inhaled in shock and immediately began to choke on the sandwich he had been eating. He sat on the edge of his chair, pounding his chest and coughing. A few very long seconds passed before Snape had pity on him and vanished the food lodged in his throat with a tilt of his wand.

"MALFOY? You've got to be kidding me!" Harry exploded as soon as he could breath.

"Do you think it is in my character to do such a thing?" Snape scoffed.
"But he'll kill me! You stole my wand. How am I going to defend myself?"

"You will not need to defend yourself, because Draco will do no such thing."

"Well, did you tell him that? And why does that sound more like a warning than a statement?"

Snape sipped his tea nonchalantly. "Draco, unlike a certain someone, respects me. I have already told him that you are here and that he is to behave himself around you. That means murder is off the table for this afternoon."

Harry clenched his fists together, cursing under his breath. "What do you do, sit around and drink tea together? I bet he's only visiting you so he can pick on me. He heard I'm here and he's coming to see for himself so he can destroy me."

"Indeed, tea will be held at three o'clock in the library. He often comes to drink tea and chat with me, or to spend an afternoon in the library to study while I brew my potions elsewhere. Does it surprise you that I am on such good terms with someone?"

It shouldn't surprise him, Harry realized. It was just that hearing Snape call Draco by his given name in private made Harry's gut twist. After all, Snape was Harry's guardian, and what did Harry get called? Potter, spawn of your father, insolent brat, spoiled boy, blablabla, etc.

It's not like I'm jealous, Harry told himself. Why would it bother him if the two people who infuriated him most were on first-name bases? It didn't! Not at all!

At that instant the stone fireplace across the room flared green, and a certain Draco Malfoy stepped out and into the room, a bemused smile on his face as he glanced around.

"Hello, Severus! Ah, and Potter! How good to see you again."

Harry knew he had some kind of allergic reaction to Malfoy because as soon as he saw that infuriating face he wanted to sprint across the room and lant a fist right between his eyes as greeting. It was like a compulsion, really. He could hardly help himself. He had to hold onto the chair that he sat on to keep from springing up and doing it.

"Greetings, Draco," Snape sipped his drink. "Today I will be catching up on some brewing. Tea will be at three in the library, which I expect you both to attend. But before I depart, would you do me the favor of assuring Potter that you wish him no ill will and will not cause him any bodily harm? He seems to not believe in your virtue."

Harry glared at Snape, who was pointedly not looking at him.

Draco's face took on a look of shock. "Potter, come now! Why would you be afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid!" Harry yelled, sounding… well, sounding afraid. "I just don't trust you!"

Snape's eyes narrowed. "Do you trust me enough to believe that I will throttle you both if you misbehave?"

Draco made a very exaggerated solute. "Don't worry, Severus, I will make sure Potter behaves!"

Harry's mouth fell open. "Are you hearing this?" he gasped at Snape, pointing at Draco with a finger shaking in rage. "You can't leave me alone with him!" Or so help me I will not be able to contain my urge to choke him out or punch that smile off his face.

Snape fixed his eyes on both of them, glaring daggers into their soul. Harry shrank back from the glare, feeling guilty as if he had done something wrong, even though he hadn't. Not yet, anyway. Draco just smiled. His smile lit up his whole face, going from ear to ear, splitting his face in half. He looking like a deranged angel that had fallen into a tub of psychedelics. It made Harry feel nauseous. Snape couldn't be buying this act, surely. The man was smarter than that. Harry was going to puke if he had to look at Draco's smiling face for one second longer. Surely Snape wouldn't believe in the virtue of a Malfoy. Surely-

"I will leave you two to entertain yourself. Do not destroy any of my belongings or each other or there will be consequences worse than anything you have yet experienced or can possibly imagine."

Snape left with a flurry of black robes, the door closing behind him with a sound of finality.

Draco fixed his eyes on Harry, who sat glued to his chair in a state of denial and shock. Harry felt very naked and vulnerable with no wand and with no Snape to protect him. Draco's smile slowly vanished as he looked down at Harry. His chin tilted up, his eyes growing gradually more cold. Dear God help me he is transforming into his true self if only Snape could see this if only-

Draco advanced towards Harry in three decisive steps, swooped down, and planted a kiss on Harry's lips.

Harry was frozen. Draco's warm lips crushed softly into his own, and just as Draco began to push his tongue in Harry pushed him back. Harry shoved Draco so hard that Harry's chair tipped over backwards. He rolled onto his hand and knees on the floor, coughing and spitting and wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "What the fuck, Malfoy," he spat. "How could you-pppffttp-be so disgusting? Ugh-" he wiped desperately. "Please, I don't have my wand, set a cleaning smell on my mouth, please, help, there is Malfoy saliva on my lips." He clutched at Draco's pant leg.

Draco rolled his eyes. "No need to be so dramatic, Potter. Please do detach yourself from my leg."

"Yeah but a kiss? What the fuck? How could you?" He gagged.

Draco shrugged. "Your fearful face turned me on."

"That's not an excuse!" Harry stormed.

"Oh come now, I'm just picking up from where we left off! You know, after the quidditch game? Behind the bleachers? You do remember, don't you? Or do I need to remind your body permanently this time?"

"No need," Harry quickly assured, pushing Malfoy back and standing up. He brushed himself off, suddenly composed. "Didn't I tell you that that was a one time gig, and to never bring it up again? It's in our past. So forget it."

Draco's face fell in disappointment. He looked like a child that had just had all his hopes and dreams crushed. It could almost be considered cute, Harry supposed, if it wasn't Draco.

"But..I haven't seen you all summer! And now we get some alone time. I mean, come on, aren't you horny? When was the last time you had sex?"

"Two days ago."

"Exactly! For you, that's like two years, isn't it? You must be sooo blue-balled."

"My balls are fine."

"Are you sure?" Draco stepped closer. Harry stepped back. His back met the wall. Draco's blue beseeching eyes met him. No escape. "You aren't turned on at all right now?"

"Maybe a little…" Harry allowed.

Draco began to smile again. He really did look like a little kid. "Perfect! Then show me the way to your room!"

Harry told himself he was going to regret this, just like he regretted the last sexual encounter with Malfoy. He took the steps two at a time anyway.