A/N: well here we are again. I had a bit of writers block but I pushed through it. I really like how this one came out. I hope you all do too. Also I'm thinking about righting a Sebby/Ciel (Black Butler) fanfic. ^.^ omg Sebastian. YUM lol

Disclaimer: I DO NOT NOW NOR HAVE I EVER OWNED THE RIGHTS TO HARRY POTTER.

I do however own this plot and story, OH! and all my Harry Potter memorabilia .

Anyway! ON WITH THE STORY!

repercussions, retaliation, and reasons

Harry POV:

No good deed goes unpunished, I'd heard this phrase before but up until quite recently I never fully grasped the meaning. That is until I try to console some random bloke in Diagon Alley. Of course he turns out to be my former childhood rival and because of this I end up crushed against a very cold, very hard stone wall.

I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised I mean people don't change overnight; plus I know how he is about pride. Still, I can't help but appreciate how his lithe. body feels pressed against me. Thankfully even though I'm enjoying being this close to Draco my body obeys my silent command to not react.

Merlin knows what kind of repercussions would take place if Malfoy happened to notice I have a hard on caused by him. So yes, thankfully it doesn't react. That much. So far he doesn't seem to notice, hopefully it stays that way.

I take this time to really look at him, the contours of his face, his new raven locks that despite reminding me of the late potions professor make me want to run my hands through it and see if it's as soft as it always seemed. His eyes, Merlin his eyes are gorgeous, everyone says his eyes are grey but they've got flecks of sapphire and emerald in them. I feel a blush run across my cheeks again. I feel like a schoolgirl instead of the savior of the wizarding world.

I really need to get him off me before he feels the effect he's having on me. I think I know how I can do it to. I just hope he doesn't hex me into next week for this.

With that thought still lingering in my mind I lean into the minute space between our faces and press my lips to his.

All at once it's like a fireworks display to rival a Weasley Wizard Wheezes display. At least in my mind. My hands are itching to reach forward to touch him, to muss that perfectly coiffed hair of his. I wont push my luck though, this is only to get him off me. I'm getting absolutely nothing out of this. Nope not at all. I feel him tense up so I open my eyes and lean back against the wall leaving him staring at me wide eyed. He's got this look between shock, outrage, and lust?

What in Merlin's beard is that doing there?!

He opens his mouth as if to say something but nothing comes out so he's gaping at me like a fish.

Maybe I'm not the only one with friendship or more on my mind.

I smirk in spite of myself, old habits die hard.

The smirk seems to rouse Draco from the stupor my kiss seemed to render him to as he grinds my shoulder blades into the wall again and pulls back his right hand like he's going to punch me.

Well, at least it's not a hex.

However instead of giving me a black eye or a broken nose he grabs a fistful of my unruley hair and crashes our lips together once more.

Draco POV:

That GIT! Thinks he can kiss me like that and smirk about it? I'll show him.

So I did the only logical thing I could think of in my haze of outrage and lust; I pushed him back against the bloody wall grabbed a fistful of that ever mussed mop he calls for hair and take his breath away in a dominating kiss. Nobody makes a fool of the new Draco, least of all Harry flipping Potter.

But did he have to kiss me like that? He made it feel my very skin was being seared off it was so hot! And it wasn't even that long of a kiss! Fine then, if we're gonna do this, we're doing it my way. I'm Draco freaking Malfoy, the weight behind that name may have decreased slightly since the war and my families trials but it still carried some.

The hand I had on his shoulder moves down to his bicep and I'm slightly surprised to find it's very well defined. I wonder what else on Potter is defined, one thing I don't have to wonder about though is his attraction to me as it's making its presence known against my own. I pull my lips back to take in a ragged breath and flash him a smirk of my own.

"And that...(breath) Potter. (breath) is how you kiss someone." I say somewhat less impressively because of my panting.

Harry just looks at me with a twinkle in his eyes that reminds me of Dumbledore.

"Are you insinuating that I need lessons?" He asks me raising an eyebrow.

"I just might me." I state running my hand that's in his hair through it plucking at one or two curls and watching them spring back.

I give a soft laugh despite trying to hold it in. He gives me a look.

"Are you offering?" he asks and the smirk is back on those delectable lips of his.

I swallow the lump that had formed in my throat and move my eyes from his hair said lips then finally to those mesmerizing eyes of his. It's now or never Malfoy.

"As long as I get to be the one you use your better skills on." I say.

There I put it out there in the universe, that I Draco Malfoy want to be kissing Harry Potter.

A look of shock then utter joy runs across the face that reads like a well worn book.

"There isn't anyone else I'd rather use them on. Draco." He reaches up a slightly shakey hand and runs it through my raven locks.

I wonder if he realizes he was my inspiration for going this color. I mean sure it's about as different from my normal color as I could get without going ginger. I shudder at the thought.

"So it's settled then." I state moving my hand from his bicep down to his hand and intertwine our fingers.

For the first time in a long time a real smile is on my face and ya know, I really like it.

I take pull him away from the wall by our locked hands, place a chaste kiss on his lips and go to pull him into the the bustle of Diagon Alley.

He pulls me back and looks at me.

"You do know that this wont be easy." Harry says with concern blazing in his eyes.

"I'm up for it if you are. If you are ok with this, and I'm ok with this, the rest of them can go fuck themselves." I say rather matter-of-factly the smile still plastered on my face.

Harry returns my smile and leans in to kiss my cheek quick.

"Well I guess with your new hair we may not be recognized right away, besides there have been odder couples." He says looking out onto the hustle and bustle.

I laugh. "That was the idea with the change."

Ready or not here we come.

A/N: pleeeeeeeeease if you read it and you liked it review it. Hell even if you didn't like it review it and tell me why you didn't like it.

On another note I would like to give a shout out to my one and only reviewer thus far ( I won't name you but you know who you are.) Thank you so much for your feedback, I really do appreciate it.

See you guys in the next installment!

until then don't loose faith in the hopelesslylost 3