Disclaimer: I don't own these boys, I just manipulate them.
Warning: Slashy goodness.
A/N: TADAA. The last chapter! It took me ages, and there are tons of mistakes. I hope that I'll eventually get the motivation to rewrite this story. Enjoyy!
Not one Hogwart's occupant questioned out loud what they all were intent on discovering: Why have Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, the Boy-Who-Lived and the Death Eater's son, possibly the most infamous rivals in Hogwart's history since Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor themselves, stopped fighting? Nobody asked why, but they certainly sent one another curious glances when the pair passed each other in the corridors, making it completely obvious that they were forcing themselves not to look in the other's direction.
What had happened between the two?
The students missed the physical fights, duels, and arguments. They were almost as barbaric as the ancient Romans who attended gladiatorial contests for entertainment.
Once again, for probably the eighty-seventh time that week, Harry spotted the familiar platinum blonde hair of a certain person from what had to be at least a mile away. As usual, he stared determinedly at a particular spot on his shoe and continued walking hurriedly. He only allowed himself to look up when he was certain that Draco was long gone. Each and every time he did this, he could almost feel Draco mirror his actions.
There is only so much bullshit a person could take, and Harry was positive that he had met his limit. He was fed up with being a coward and with Draco ignoring him. He had had enough and decided that he wasn't going to put up with it anymore.
Later Harry checked the Marauder's Map and found that Draco had left the Slytherin Common Room and was heading toward the front doors.
He didn't mind that it was after curfew. He had broken that rule enough times to not give it the slightest thought.
"Draco," he called quietly.
Draco sighed. He had almost been there... Three, maybe four, feet away from the door.
"What now?" he hissed, not bothering to turn around. He most definitely wasn't planning on sticking around.
Harry got straight to the point.
"Listen... Why won't you even look at me? I can't take this 'pretending I don't exist' bullshit anymore. It's torture! Why can't you at least yell at me once in a while, or punch me, or just anything. I'm not like you. I can't sit here and pretend that I never felt something for you. So can you please... Oh, I don't know... Hex me here and there or something? Just so I can know that you somewhat acknowledge the fact that I am alive and breathing." When he finished his high cheekbones were tinged pink, and he was breathing heavily.
Draco began, speaking as if he had memorized the words coming out of his mouth, "I have no motivation or reason to acknowledge you. Before, when we used to fight, I did it because I wanted to prove that I was better than you. My father taught me not to harm my opponent when they are down. It is a cowardly thing to do. Only fight when they can put out their best. This way, when you win, you'll know it was because you were stronger, and they won't be able to challenge their defeat. When I was younger I didn't understand it, but now I do."
Anger clouded Harry's emerald eyes and he furrowed his eyebrows. Only when a questioning response began to form on his lips did Draco silence him and begin speaking again.
"My father may not be the most merciful man you'll ever meet, but he is fair. And Potter, so am I. I've already won."
Draco turned his face to the side, allowing the moonlight to wash over him his profile to be silhouetted by it.
"Fair?!" Harry began furiously, "How can you called what he did to you fair?"
" I deserved everything I got. Stop pretending that you care. Stop trying to save me. Stop thinking this will work. And damn it, stop chasing after me!"
"You know, Snape told me once that I worse my emotions proudly... He acted like it was the most disgusting thing possible, but I can't help but disagree. You act like this is so dirty and bad, but it's not!"
"The idea of love, or whatever, isn't bad. The thought of you and me is."
"You're so infuriating!"
Harry wasn't sure what made him do it, but suddenly he punched Draco directly in the face.
He took a few steps backward, almost frightened, unaware of what possessed him to do what he did.
Draco looked shocked more than anything else. After a few seconds of dead silence, Draco ran at Harry. Rather than launching himself upon him and attacking, he roughly shoved Harry backwards until he hit the hard, stone wall.
Draco pinned him against the wall with his forearm against his throat. He could feel Harry's strained breathing against the arm that held him.
Sweat tricked down the side of his face and caused his messier-than-usual hair to stick to his forehead. When his glasses began to slide down the bridge of his nose because of the moisture, Draco roughly grabbed them off and threw them into the darkness. Draco looked directly into Harry's brilliant, green eyes with his own icy, gray ones. Both of their breathing seemed loud enough to wake the entire castle.
And then suddenly Draco kissed him.
He had removed the arm was putting pressure on Harry's windpipe and grabbed his face.
The kiss was neither soft or sweet. It was raw and animal-like.
Harry gasped in pain and pleasure when Draco bit his bottom lip. Harry responded to his obvious command by opening his mouth and allowing Draco's tongue to enter. Harry's hands found their way up the back of Draco's shirt and clawed at his back fiercely. In return, Draco buried his hands in Harry's hair and pulled roughly. Harry's moan caused Draco to thrust against him, shoving him against the wall once more.
"Ahh.. Please.. Draco," Harry said in between moans while Draco was busy with his neck.
Abruptly, as if Harry's voice had forced him to come to his senses, Draco let go and stepped back.
"What now?" Harry said angrily. "You obviously want me too," he finished, gesturing as Draco's pants.
"Damn it, Potter! Of course I do! Why else do you think I've been trying to stay away from you?" he yelled.
"Now... All I can think about is you... And pretending I still hate you makes things easier because this just can't happen. It just can't.
I'm tired of this. We aren't going to argue back and forth about it. I'm saying it won't... Even though I wish it could.. And that it all there is to it. You're making it really difficult for me, so just please back off."
Harry figured that Draco was finished speaking, but once Harry was ready to respond, he began talking again.
"I was ready for this, you know. I was ready for whoever I might have found. I wanted it. But you... it changes everything. On both sides, we'd be hated by our own.
We can't get carried away, Harry... Saying that we're in love... because we aren't. It's a stupid infatuation. And we'll both get over it. It isn't worth it. We're not going to spend the rest of our lives together. We just needed each other for a little while... Both of us... We can't throw our lives away for something so childish... We were dreaming. That's all... Dreaming."
"Harry. I'm right."
Harry didn't know what he could say. He was surprised by Draco. Everything that he said was logical. Harry had let himself get swept away in the idea of it. He hadn't thought about future consequences. He figured people would accept it or not... And that would be all. But there was more to it. Draco was right.
But wouldn't it all be worth it?
"But wait... this is real... Us... It isn't childish. Sure, some would hate us, but we would have each other. It'd all be worth the crap that would come along with it."
"No, it wouldn't. Listen to yourself. You're grasping for straws. We both have other people. We both will be happy without what we have. This brief time... it was great... having something... but now it's over. We got what we needed out of it."
"I don't agree with you."
"You don't now, but you will."
"Na, I don't think so."
"Eventually you'll get it... I've been trying to make myself hate you all over again. And it was working... for a while. I suggest you do the same."
Harry couldn't help himself from asking, "So... right after you found out it was me... you didn't still hate me?"
"I tried to... But after the shock wore off, well not completely, it still hasn't quite worn off, but after it sunk in... I couldn't. I'm not completely heartless."
"Yeah, I know."
"This whole thing... It's beyond insane. So now, can we just move on? Can things go back to how they were?"
Although Harry seemed reluctant to give an affirmative answer, he did.
With a sense of deja vu, Harry's eyes met Draco's the next morning in the Great Hall. They both stared at each other for a little while, unaware of everything going on around them. They were completely oblivious to the bustle of Monday morning, with everyone running around, trying to find someone's Tranfiguration essay to copy. It was just them, in their little world, alone. Both of the couldn't stop themselves from replaying the previous evenings events over and over again in their heads. After they had finished talking they stuck up to the Room and Requirement and spent the night there. Needless to say, they were very tired.
The time for the first class of the day came too quickly. With a last smirk in Harry's direction, Draco strutted out into the Entrance Hall, heading for the marble staircase.
"Hey, Malfoy!" Harry yelled at Draco's back.
After that, things were back to normal, sort of. They yelled. They dueled. And sometimes, if one of them felt particularly adventurous, one would start a physical fight. And those were the best. The contact, between both, was exhilarating. Often during these fights, they would sneak no-so-mean touches, oblivious to those cheering them on. And when the fight was broken up by an angry professor, they both couldn't stop themselves from being disappointed.
A/N: Alllldone. Please use your wonderful imaginations for the missing scene. Make sure it is hot and kinky.