disclaimer: this is a harry potter fanfic. i own none of the characters sadly or else draco and harry would more than likely end up together. this is a draco/harry fic there are some adult themes ahead so read on with caution. this first chapter is innocent enough though... ;) hope you enjoy 3

takes place during harry's fourth year at hogwarts

Harry gazed up from his bed in the infirmary, everyone had left. He shuddered as he remembered fragments of what had happened. He, Harry Potter, had seen Voldemort brought back to life, Cedric Digory killed, and had won the triwizard tournament. He looked over at the sack of money and scowled. He felt as if it were blood money and knew that every time he saw it he would remember the horrors of that night. He turned away in disgust just in time to see Draco Malfoy enter the infirmary, or at least he thought it was Draco, it was a little hard to tell without his glasses on. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep as he heard Draco coming closer.

"What a sodding idiot, doesn't he realize that he isn't wanted here?" Harry thought to himself. He heard Draco sigh and opened his eyes ever so slightly, he had never heard such a sad, heartbroken sound come from the pure-blood. Draco had a look of disgust on his perfect face which contrasted greatly with the sigh he had just uttered. "Prolly upset I didn't get killed like Cedric," he thought grumpily as he closed his eyes fully "bloody pure-blood prat."

"Harry," it was the saddest, most forlorn whisper Harry had heard. Draco sat near the bed and gazed at Harry, if Malfoys could cry he would be bawling like a baby right now, "if Malfoys could cry," Draco tried to laugh but it caught in his throat. He ran his hand through his hair.

The next time that Harry dared open his eyes it was morning. He groaned and tried to sit up only to find something was on him. his eyes widened, heart rate instantly racing, as he instantly thought that Voldemort had somehow made it onto Hogwarts' grounds just to finish what he started in the graveyard. He slowly let his eyes fall to the object that was pinning him down, ready to attack. Draco lay fast asleep, his pale blonde hair was as messy as Harry's and his arm lay on Harry's stomach just above the hem of his pants. Draco was facing away from Harry , his head lay on the mattress next to Harry's hip. Harry relaxed into his pillow relieved that it wasn't Voldemort that was pinning him. Draco sighed in his sleep moving his arm, unpinning Harry, and turned his head.

Now that Harry could see Draco, he decided that Draco had gotten prettier since his first year at Hogwarts. He knew that if Draco ever heard him say the word pretty while referring to the pure-blood he would be beaten to a pulp. Despite that Harry had always thought Draco was absolutely breath-taking. Harry felt his hand move toward the perfect pale boy at his hip. He stopped himself and let his hand linger inches away from Draco's tousled hair. Draco's eyes slowly opened and Harry's hand shot away from his head so fast it was as if it had been burned. Now that Draco was awake Harry could feel the chill he always seemed to send off.

Draco scowled as he saw the look on Harry's face. It sickened him to know that he had not only fallen asleep at Harry's bedside but been caught doing so. He knew that he could never be anywhere near as perfect as Harry seemed to be. Draco even believed that whatever had made him come to Harry's bedside was not nearly enough to make Harry want him, even as a friend. There was no way they would ever understand each other. Draco sighed, looked away from Harry, and stood.

"Voldemort is alive," Harry said it so nonchalant that Draco's jaw tightened.

He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, "Harry," there was so much Draco wanted to know, so many questions burning in the back of his mind. Draco could tell that Harry didn't want to talk about Voldemort. He knew that Harry was already tired of explaining what had happened. "If anyone finds out i was here, at your bedside..."

"Draco! Voldemort is alive!" Harry glared at Draco and sat up, "He killed Cedric! Don't you even care?" Draco just stood there, facing away from Harry, fixing his hair. Harry scowled and what happened next surprised both of them, Draco's hair was suddenly growing longer and longer.

"Knock it off Harry!" Draco spun to face Harry so fast that his now girlishly long hair grazed Harry's cheek. Draco turned to storm off. Harry lunged across his bed and reached out for him and grabbed his wrist. Draco glared and roughly yanked his wrist away, leaving without another word.

Harry felt foolish. He didn't even know what had happened. He knew that whenever he felt strongly about something his magic tended to get out of control but he had never done something as harmless as making someone else's hair grown. Harry sighed and placed his head in his hands. If he hadn't reached out for Draco maybe he would still be here. He would more than likely be yelling at Harry . Yes, Harry felt extremely foolish and he didn't want to think about Draco anymore, so he reached over to his bedside table and took a long drag of the potion that was there. He soon found himself fast asleep dreaming of nothing, no Voldemort or Draco, just blissful nothingness.

A few days after Harry was released from the infirmary the end of the year feast was held. Harry hadn't seen Draco since the day that Draco had visited Harry. Harry was a bit worried that he had made things worse than before, and he hadn't even thought that was possible. Harry was sure that Draco was planning some kind of slimy Slytherin revenge, and he feared what it might be. Once at the feast Harry finally saw Draco. He was acting as if nothing had happened in the infirmary. Maybe Harry had just imagined it all, he had been under a lot of stress.

The feast passed and Harry made his way to the Gryffindor tower. "What is the meaning of this?" An all to familiar voice echoed off the cold stone walls. "It's not even Christmas anymore!" Harry peeked into the empty corridor, Draco was trapped under some Weasley Wizard Wheezes Magical Mistletoe. The mistletoe was known to trap two people under it and force them to kiss, but it had to be the right to people or only one of them would be freed.

Harry laughed as he approached Draco. "I didn't think that Malfoys could get trapped by mistletoe," Harry sneered as Draco glared at him.

"We don't" Draco spat out and went to walk away only to bump into the invisible mistletoe barrier.

"Sure looks that way," Harry carefully stepped under the mistletoe. He wanted answers and knew that Draco would refuse unless her and Draco were trapped together. Draco looked horrified, Harry chuckled "I thought Malfoys didn't get scared."

"We don't Potter!" Draco growled, "And don't think that my father won't hear about this!"

"What, you need daddy's help to get out of some enchanted mistletoe?" Harry leaned closer to Draco daring him to attack.

Draco lunged at Harry, all thought was gone. He tackled Harry to the ground, straddled him, and punched the ground next to Harry's head. "Careful Potter, I wouldn't want to get my hands dirty with your filth." Harry scowled and threw Draco off of himself.

"At least I don't run to daddy for everything!" Harry was shacking with rage. He didn't want to fight Draco. Harry slammed his fist on the barrier.

"That's not going to help us any," Draco was struggling to keep in temper in check. "Why did you come here anyways?" Harry hated Draco, Draco knew this so why in the name of Merlin would he walk into a trap that required kissing to escape?

Harry turned to look at Draco. Draco's cool gray eyes betrayed nothing, he actually wanted to know why Harry had come here. Draco was curious, Harry smirked. Draco was nothing like the emotionless Malfoy he said he was. "Well I ..." He broke off, he couldn't tell Draco that he had come because he wanted to know why Draco had come to the infirmary when Harry was there. "Um... well..." He fidgeted with his fingers.

"Out with it." Draco was losing what little patience he had gained from attacking Harry earlier.

"Why were you in the infirmary that night?" Harry all but spat it out. Draco's eyes widened.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco breathlessly answered.

"Yes you do! Just tell me!" Harry glared and stepped closer to Draco.

"I..." Draco swallowed. He was panicking, there was no where he could run. Then it struck him, there was a way to run. Draco smirked as he closed the space between himself and Harry. Gathering all of his courage Draco placed one hand on the small of Harry's back and the other on his cheek. Draco took a breath and then pressed his lips to Harry's. The kiss was perfect, electrifying, Draco's kips fit perfectly with Harry's. After a few seconds Draco pulled away and ran off. He touched his lips once he was sure he was alone and that Harry hadn't followed him. Draco was breathing heavily and he knew that it was partially because he had kissed Harry Potter. There was no way he was telling anyone about this. He blushed slightly as he thought about what his father would do if he found out.

Still under the mistletoe, Harry also touched his lips. He hadn't expected Draco to kiss him, he had been sure that he would have to summon someone here so they could let him out. Harry looked down the corridor that Draco had fled down and laughed lightly. "He's such a sodding coward," Harry laughed again as he wondered if he would see Draco on the train to London tomorrow

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