Chapter Five – The Potions Classroom

That evening, Harry had a goal in mind. He wanted to find out once and for all who Draco's mystery crush was. Curiosity was certainly getting the best of him.

Harry sat alone by a window along the sixth floor corridor. Dinner wasn't all that fun with his friends completely ignoring him again. They were looking over a catalogue of potential his and her promise rings. They didn't even notice when Harry got up to leave. He knew that once they did, they'd try to bombard him with invites. He was tired of being their third wheel, which was why he was sitting in such an obscure spot. They couldn't pity him if they couldn't find him.

'All right… let's see here…' Harry looked over the list he had just finished writing. It was a list of all the girls that he knew in his year, plus a couple of girls that he was a friend of who were from other years. Then he thought about what Draco might've mentioned in regards to the girl. 'Okay. So obviously it can't be any of his friends. I doubt he'd go through this if this girl were already his friend. That removes the Slytherin girls.'

Harry crossed off Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode. He snicked upon crossing off the last girl's name. 'Draco and Millicent? That'd be a stretch…' He wasn't sure why he had put them on the list in the first place. None of them were exactly his friends.

'Anyway… I doubt Draco would be in love with Ginny. He's not a big fan of anyone in the Weasley family. So she's got to go…' He crossed her name off. Thinking of the Weasleys, Harry glanced at Hermione's name. 'Wait… it can't be her. She's with Ron. She shouldn't even be on the list…'

Just as he was going to cross her name out, Harry frowned. 'But Draco's crush is a girl who has similar tastes as I do. I guess Hermione and I would have similar tastes considering we were both raised in Muggle households. But… no. Draco's never been that fond of Hermione. But then again… he did say that his friends tease him about it… If after all his tormenting, he really did love Hermione, his friends would tease him for sure!'

Harry hopped off the windowsill with purpose. 'No. I can't have that. If Draco's in love with Hermione, I can't help him. I won't help him interfere with the relationship of my two best friends. They're in love and no one's going to get in their way. I have to make sure it's not Hermione.'

Harry's goal quickly changed from finding out who this mystery girl was to who this mystery girl wasn't. He hurried to the Great Hall, hoping some stragglers were still left behind. Upon arrival, he glanced over to the Slytherin table. Unfortunately, he couldn't spot that familiar head of blonde locks. Harry sighed.

'He's probably in the Slytherin common room by now… Maybe I can find someone to call him out for me…'

With that in mind, Harry set off for the dungeons where the Slytherin dorms were located. He had been there once before and just when he thought he had forgotten its exact location, he spotted two Slytherin students heading into the entrance against a blank stone wall.

"Hey! Wait!" Harry called.

The two students turned and revealed themselves as Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. They held hands, making Harry inwardly groan at the sight of yet another couple.

"Potter?" The taller brunette frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"I-er… I came to see Draco. I was hoping you could call him for me?" Harry said this somewhat timidly. He wasn't exactly popular with these particular students.

Parkinson giggled. "Wait. You're here to see Draco?" She elbowed the boy and they looked at each other with knowing smirks. "All right, Potter. We'll get him for you."

The two burst with laughter before walking through the entrance.

Harry frowned. 'What's that about?'

Before Harry could dwell on it much longer, the entrance opened once more. Draco stepped out and behind him were the sounds of cooing. He looked rather annoyed, but when he turned to look at Harry, his annoyance dissipated into a smile.

"So you really are here."

"Yeah… what's going on in there?" Harry asked, trying to look into the common room. "What's with all the cooing?"

Draco took a step to the side, blocking Harry's view, just before the entrance closed off completely. He waved his hand, nonchalantly. "Don't mind them. Our resident lovebirds decided to snog in the middle of the common room. I swear, both Parkinson and Zabini are the worst exhibitionists. Or the best, whichever way you look at it." He shrugged. "Did you need something?"

Harry refocused his thoughts from a snogging pair of Slytherins to the list still in his grasp. "Oh, right. I have to know. Are you in love with Hermione?"

Draco visibly blanched. His eyes went wide and his brows instantly furrowed together. "What?"

"Cause if you are, I can't help you anymore. I won't. My two best friends are happy together and I won't let you get in the way."

The Slytherin sneered and folded his arms across his chest. "Don't be daft, Potter. There's no way I could even fathom liking Granger. And even if by some miracle I had an inkling of emotion towards her, I know that savage friend of yours would go mad and destroy me. Or else I'd kill him in the process only to have the whole clan against me and I wouldn't want that. I know those twins. They fight dirty."

"Okay, first of all, Ron isn't a savage. And second, a simple 'no' would've sufficed." Despite Draco's indirect insult towards the family he loved, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He held up his list and crossed Hermione's name off for good.

"What's that?"

Harry was startled. He momentarily forgot that it was Draco who he was talking to while holding a list of Draco's potential girlfriends. "I-er, it's a-"

The Slytherin quickly snatched the parchment out of the other boy's hands, all while deflecting Harry's protests.

"Hannah Abbott, Katie Bell, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil- Potter, what is this? A list of girls you rejected for Valentine's?" Draco mused, using his free hand to hold the other boy back.

Harry finally shoved Draco's hand away and grabbed the parchment back into his possession. He rolled it up and tucked it into his jeans. "No. It's nothing."

Then, silver eyes lit up. "Oh! I know what that is!" Draco was smiling triumphantly. "You're trying to find out who my crush is, aren't you? That's why you came down here to ask me that ridiculous question. She's one of the names on that list, huh?"

Harry rolled his eyes and drooped his shoulders. He frowned at being caught, but conceded anyway. "Yeah… that's exactly what this is."

At this confession, Draco burst into laughter. "Potter, you are too much."

"Laugh all you want, Malfoy, but with what you've said so far, I'm positive your girl is on my list."

Draco was still chuckling. He leaned back against the wall and looked at Harry with a smug smile. "I can pretty much guarantee you that my crush is not on your list."

The brunette frowned and pulled out the parchment again. "But… you probably didn't see all of it. You don't know. There's also Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, Luna Lovegood-"

"Loony Luna? Honestly, Potter, could you picture me with Loony Luna?"

"Don't call her that. She's my friend."

Draco rolled his eyes and waved his hand once more. "Yes, yes…"

"Your crush has got to be on this list."

Draco sighed and looked to Harry. "Are all the names on your list female?"

"Well, yes of course-"

"Then no, Potter. My crush is definitely not on your list."

Harry furrowed his brows, not exactly sure if he was understanding correctly. "So wait… what?"

"Potter, my crush is on a boy."

Harry shook his head, still not believing what his mind was registering. "No, but… then that means you…"

Draco nodded encouragingly.

"You're a poof?"

The Slytherin shook his head. "It's not like that. I don't like him because he's a boy. I like him and he just happens to be a boy."

The look of utter confusion told the blonde that Harry didn't get it.

"Look at it like this, Potter. I really like this person. If he were a girl, I'd like him. But he's a boy. And even though he's a boy, I still like him. It doesn't matter to me if he's a boy or a girl. I like him. I like who he is, not what."

Harry's confusion seemed to lessen, but he was still in disbelief. 'Draco's crush is a boy. A boy.' He didn't know why, but Harry just couldn't seem to get over this fact. "But… you went to the Yule Ball with Pansy… I thought you guys dated."

"We did. For a while anyway," Draco shrugged. "But like with any couple, things just didn't work out. I even went out with Greengrass' younger sister, Astoria, for a while. But she just wasn't right for me."

"And this boy… is?"

Draco slowly nodded. "Yeah."

Harry sighed and leaned back against the wall opposite Draco. He stared at his shoes, his mind still reeling at this revelation.

"Like I said, Potter. I'm not interested because he's a boy. I'm interested in the person. He… makes me feel things I have never felt with anyone else."

Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Wow… I never would have guessed…"

"Well… there it is." Draco's gaze also dropped to his shoes, before timidly looking back up at the other boy. "That's not… a problem… is it?"

Harry immediately straightened up and looked the other boy in the eye. "Of course not. I get it. It's actually very… surprisingly… unselfish of you…"

The Slytherin scoffed, but Harry continued.

"Don't worry, Malfoy. I don't care who you like. If this person makes you happy- oh! And they're not already taken by one of my best friends- then I'll do what I can to help."

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Really…?"

The Gryffindor nodded, eagerly.

"Then… would you help me with something else?"

"Of course. Anything."

This answer seemed to please the blonde. With a smirk, Draco grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him down the corridor towards the Potions classroom. Once inside, Draco pulled out his wand and magically lit the lights in the room.

Again, Harry was confused. "What are we doing here?"

Draco pulled out two seats from under the workstations. He sat on one and motioned for Harry to take up the other. The brunette did as instructed.

"You said you'd help me, right?"

"Well, yeah-"

"Okay. Close your eyes."

"What?" Harry looked suspicious and skeptical all at once.

"Just do it."

"No, wait. What are you going to do?"

Draco didn't respond. He just stared at Harry with a frown on his face.

Harry sighed. "Swear you're not going to jinx me or anything."

The other boy rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. "I thought we moved past this, Potter."

"Swear it."

"Fine, fine. I swear. Now close your eyes."

Harry looked at Draco with an expression that warned the boy that if he tried anything bad, he's seriously get hurt. But then, tentatively, Harry closed his eyes. "Okay. My eyes are closed. Now what?"

"Don't… move…"

"Malfoy, what are you-"

"I said, 'Don't.'"

Reluctantly, Harry kept still. The anticipation was killing him more than the question of 'what.' Harry felt vulnerable and before he could even ask himself why he was willing to put himself in this position for the boy who wasn't quite his friend yet, but was admittedly no longer an enemy, Harry felt something soft and smooth press against his lips. Tentative at first, but then getting steadily more aggressive, Harry sat there in confusion of what was going on, although he wasn't entirely against it. It was then that it finally registered in his mind that Draco was kissing him. Draco Malfoy was kissing him.

Harry eyes sprung open as he pulled away in surprise. The sudden jerk made the Gryffindor lose his balance as he toppled off the stool and onto the cold hard floors of the classroom.

"What? You- you!" Harry sputter, eyes wide and looking directly into silver. "What was that?!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Christ, Potter. Have you never been kissed before?"

"Of course I have!" He frowned. He finally picked himself up so that he was taller than the other boy, still seated calmly. "But why did you-"

"I've never kissed a boy before," he shrugged nonchalantly. "I wanted to know what it was like."

"You could have told me!"

"Considering your reaction, I highly doubt you would have let me."

"Well, obviously."

"It was just a kiss, Potter." He scoffed and looked to the side. "It wasn't even a good one."

"H- wait, what?"

"You're an awful kisser, Golden Boy. Perfect Potter isn't so perfect after all."

Harry's jaw dropped and he glared at the boy. "I'll have you know, I'm an excellent kisser. You just caught me by surprise."

"Sure, sure."

"I'm serious. The girls I've kissed never said anything bad about it."

"Yeah. To your face."

Harry was seething. He growled before grabbing Draco by his collar and yanking the boy to his feet. He pulled the stunned Slytherin towards him, determined to prove him wrong by kissing him like no other.

Harry's lips were pressed firmly against Draco's. He pushed aside all rationale and kissed the blonde with fervor. Draco wasn't surprised for long as Harry felt the other boy give in, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. The two battled for dominance, lips rough against lips. Harry kissed Draco over and over, alternating between gentle and forceful. He felt the other boy growl at Harry's aggression, before Draco took Harry's bottom lip between his own and bit down.

"Ah!" Harry called out in surprise. He released his hold on Draco's shirt and snaked his arms around his neck to run his hands through his hair. He yanked slightly, enough to make the boy release his lip so Harry could dive in for more. He felt Draco's hands run up and down his back and along his sides. He was dizzy with passion, and found himself losing strength in his legs. The two kissed until Harry's lungs cried for air. And with one last kiss, Harry pulled himself away, stumbling but managing to regain his balance.

Both boys panted hard, lips red from the act. They stared at each other, but neither really looking. Harry's heart was going wild. He could feel his blood coursing through his veins. The room suddenly felt too hot, too small, too confined for Harry.

It was Draco who spoke first.

"Christ, Potter…"

Harry straightened himself, flattening his mussed up shirt. "I told you," he said, his breathing slowed, yet still hard. His head was still reeling. Seeing Draco's usually pristine hair so out of place made Harry think the boy sexy, and that wasn't a thought that might've occurred to him had his mind been functioning properly. He had never felt this way, not with Cho and certainly not with Ginny. This was new. And had Harry's mind been functioning properly, he was certain he wouldn't have been thinking that it felt good.

Draco finally tore his eyes away. Turning his head to the side, he closed them. "Christ, Potter…"

When he opened them again, a resolve was shining through. It surprised Harry, but excited him even more. Draco exhaled once more before hopping off his seat and charging back at Harry, taking his head in his hands and pulling him close.

Harry felt Draco's lips cover his once more. This time, he greeted them. As Draco moved his arms back down around Harry's waist, Harry returned his own hands to the soft locks. He loved the way Draco's hair felt, almost as much as he loved the way his lips felt.

Draco was pushing him, forcing Harry backwards until he was against the wall. It was cold, but he quickly warmed up as Draco pressed against him. A little groan escaped the blonde's lips as Draco sandwiched their legs together, moving so that his leg was between Harry's. Harry also groaned at Draco's proximity.

Things had moved from warm to hot. Draco had moved so daringly close that Harry felt his leg brushing against his groin. The contact made Harry moan, giving Draco the opportunity to slip his tongue into the unsuspecting boy's mouth. Again, Harry was startled, but he quickly recovered and welcomed Draco's aggression. Feeling Draco's tongue brush and rub against his own made shivers shoot down his very core as Harry let out another guttural moan.

Draco's hands had snaked their way up under Harry's shirt and the contact of his palms against Harry's chest left trails of heat across the boy's torso. He felt Draco's nails graze him slightly, but not hard enough to hurt. All the while, Draco's tongue explored Harry's mouth, leaving nothing untouched.

His senses were overwhelming him. Harry's mind was hazy as he submitted himself to Draco's whim. Harry, needing air, broke the kiss, only to have Draco turn his attention to Harry's ear. He licked the lobe all around, nibbling the tip. The sensation made Harry moan with passion. Draco then moved, kissing, licking, and nipping Harry's neck. The brunette turned his head, giving the other boy more access which he gladly accepted. He both cursed and praised the nimble hands that continued to rub against bare flesh. A low growl emitted from Harry's throat as Draco rubbed his thumb against a nipple before pinching it.

"Mmm… ah…" Harry whimpered at the contact.

Draco's touches were driving Harry crazy. He couldn't concentrate. Nothing made sense. All he knew were these touches; these maddening touches. Even feeling Draco's ragged breath against his skin was making Harry drunk.

As one hand stayed to play with Harry's chest, the other traveled down, and Harry soon felt Draco slipping his hand around back and down the waistband of his boxers. This new feeling of Draco squeezing Harry's rear almost made the Gryffindor's legs give way. Draco recaptured Harry's lips with his as his tongue continued its exploration.

And then suddenly it was gone. Draco's hands had ceased their rubbing, his lips had left Harry's own.

Harry blinked in confusion, his vision still hazy. He was unsure of what was happening, but things made more sense as he felt the button of his jeans come undone. And when he began to feel the zipper slide down, Harry's mind snapped back into action. Just as Draco was reaching into Harry's boxers, Harry stopped him.

"Wa…Wait. What're you…?" Harry tried.

The Slytherin paid no heed as he shook away the hands. He let out a primal growl and moved to take Harry's lips once more.

Harry broke the kiss and tried again. "Wait, Draco don't- ah!" He threw his head back and let out a loud moan as Draco finally slipped his hand down Harry's pants, taking a firm hold of his now fully erect member.

Anything Harry wanted to say flew out the window and was replaced by the sound of heavy panting as Draco began to stroke Harry up and down. The blonde returned his attention to the other boy's neck and began kissing and licking the untouched areas.

If he hadn't been pinned against the wall, Harry was sure that he would have collapsed. He looked up at the ceiling through cloudy, unfocused eyes. He couldn't think. He could hardly breath. He could only feel and all he felt was Draco.

The other boy stopped his ministrations enough to undo his belt. Harry watched in foggy confusion as Draco pulled out his own erection, his mind too clouded to say or do anything, let alone protest. Then, he covered Harry once more, taking both of them in his hands. Harry felt Draco move against him, emitting small moans with each gyration. He rubbed the two erections together, working them both with one hand as the other was pressed against the wall in order to stabilize him and Harry.

"Ah…ah! Draco…Dra…" Harry cried. He felt the build up of his groin. He knew he wouldn't last much longer under Draco's touch. Feeling Draco's hand sliding up and down, plus the friction he felt while being rubbed against Draco's own was driving Harry wild. He hadn't felt this good in a long while. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, pulling him closer. "Draco… I'm gonna… I'm…"

With one last stroke, Harry came as stars blinded his vision. He heard one last groan from Draco before he too reached his peak. Both boys stayed where they were, trying to regain themselves.

Moments passed before Draco finally moved. Releasing Harry, he tucked himself back in and then pulled out his wand. He murmured a spell, effectively cleaning him and Harry of the evidence of their activities.

When Harry looked at Draco, the other boy looked rather shocked. Realization read loud and clear across his face, as it seemed he just figured out what they had been doing. The boy took a wobbly step backwards, covering his mouth with his hand. He didn't even look up at the brunette. Draco just continued moving away until he reached one of the stools he had pulled out earlier. He sat down and after a brief moment, he bent over the desktop, burying his face in his arms.

Harry was to say the least confused. He adjusted himself, zipping up his jeans and smoothing down his shirt once more. He remained where he was against the wall, wary that if he moved, that his legs might not support his weight just yet. He was confused about how things had escalated to that point. He was confused about his own feelings. He knew he should feel something; something other than satisfied. He should be angry with Draco for not stopping. But watching Draco's reaction was surprising. He looked guilty even, like he never intended things to go this way. Harry understood that. And that was why the only thing Harry felt right now was sympathy.

"Draco…" Harry started, finally finding his voice. The other boy didn't move. Harry moved a little shakily from the wall over to Draco. He stood on the other side of the workstation, facing the boy. "Draco what… are… are you okay?"

The blonde looked up, peering over his arms at Harry. "Are you?"

"Y-Yeah…" Harry stammered. He wasn't exactly expecting that. "Are… you mad?" Before the Slytherin could answer, Harry jumped back in. "Cause you don't have to be. We didn't do anything wrong." Harry didn't really understand why he felt the need to justify what had happened. Maybe he was trying to explain it to himself as well. "We just… got caught in the moment. Things escalated and… yeah. I mean, we're young, horny teenagers." Harry chuckled, trying to lighten things a bit. "People expect this of us. We didn't… do anything wrong."

Draco only moved so that his chin was resting against the desktop. He looked away.

"So… are we… okay?" Harry asked timidly. "I mean, I don't want something like this to mess up what we had going…We can just forget it and move on, right?"

At this, Draco sat up wearing a confused expression on his face. "Potter, I shoved my hand down your pants and gave you a proper wank and all you're worried about is if we're still friends?"

Harry frowned. "Well… judging by the way you're taking it, it doesn't seem like you had meant it. Like I said. We were caught in the moment. Two horny teenagers getting off. Trust me Malfoy. If I really wanted you to stop, I would have stopped you."

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really. So that means you did want it?"

Harry's cheeks instantly flushed red. "That's not… No. That's not what I meant! I-"

The other boy finally let out a small chuckle. "All right, all right, Potter. I get it." Draco sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "So… you're not angry?"

Harry shook his head slowly. "It's not like it was intended. We just got carried away. I get it."

"Still. Getting a hand job from me couldn't have been high on your to-do list."

Harry shrugged. "Could be worse. And to be honest, I haven't exactly been touched like that in a while so…" The brunette suddenly felt shy and so stopped talking. 'Why did I say that? Dammit…' As Harry mentally berated himself, Draco chuckled. He just stared at the Gryffindor, making the boy feel a little self-conscious. "What?"

"Harry… I…" Draco started. He sighed and tried again. "My crush-"

"Oh!" Harry said, suddenly remembering. "Oh you must be worried about what he'll think, huh?"

"Well, I-"

"Don't worry. I won't say a thing. He'll never know. And besides, it's not like you've actually confessed yet so you're not exactly together so it's not like you're cheating on him, right? He was probably who you were thinking about during… that, huh?"

A smile came upon the blonde's lips. "…Yeah."

"Well don't worry. He won't find out from me. I'm ready to just put this behind us."

"If you say so, Potter…"

"Yeah. I do. So stop moping. Let's just pretend this never happened."

"You know, you're taking it a lot calmer than I thought you would."

Harry snorted. "You're telling me. But I guess… since you actually seem like you regret it… I can't be mad."

Draco nodded slowly. "…Right… regret…"

"Okay. Let's get out of here. It's almost curfew and I have to get all the way back up to the tower." Harry moved towards the door, ready to move on, when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. He turned to look at the other boy.

"Thanks… Harry."

Memories of what that very hand had been making him feel not too long ago flooded his brain, but Harry fought to keep them at bay. "N-no… problem…"

Draco's gaze broke from green eyes to Harry's scar. With his other hand, he traced the imperfection lightly, sending shivers down Harry's spine. Draco looked as if he were going to do or say something more, but stopped himself. Instead, he released Harry and offered him a small smile. "Good night, Potter."

Harry just nodded, walking backwards towards the classroom door. He opened it and stopped just before walking through. He looked at Draco who was still watching him. He smiled back at the boy. "Good night… Draco."

And with that, Harry closed the door behind him and hurried off to the Gryffindor dorms.

Harry's mind was spinning. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Furthermore, he couldn't believe how calmly he had taken the whole thing. 'Draco Malfoy just hand his hands all over me… he had his lips and tongue all over me…' Harry shuddered in remembering the motions. 'I can't believe we just did that…'

Harry quickly made his way up a flight of stairs, not wanting to be caught outside the dorms after curfew.

'This should feel a lot… different. I thought I'd feel a little- I don't know- disgusted at having a boy touching me like that, let alone Malfoy. But… It didn't feel bad…' Harry was bewildered by his own reaction. 'It was all rather good… Actually, if I'm being honest with myself, it felt really good. But that's only because lately the only one who's touched me like that has been me. Right?'

Harry paused as he looked upon the portrait of the fat lady. He didn't really want to go inside yet. He glanced at his watch. He still had a few minutes before Filch made his rounds. Harry sighed and took a seat on the floor.

'I never thought of myself like that… I never thought I could be with a boy. But then again, I never really thought of it. I mean, I never would have imagined Draco would like a boy, but he did say that wasn't the reason… His reason makes a lot of sense, actually. The one he fell in love with just happened to be a boy…' The more Harry thought about it, the idea wasn't so strange. 'I think… if I found someone to love who would love me in return… I guess gender wouldn't matter so much. As long as there's love, why should that matter? But could I really picture myself with a boy?'

Again, flashes of Draco licking his neck came to Harry's mind as a blush crept up the boy's face. He wouldn't admit it to himself just yet, but if that boy made Harry feel how Draco just did, he wouldn't be opposed to such an idea.

Harry shook his head, trying to clear the muddled confusion. 'Whatever. It's not like anyone like that is just going to bound up any time soon.' He sighed and picked himself up off the floor. He shoved his hands into his pockets and felt something in one of them. He pulled it out and read the list of Malfoy's potential girlfriends. He scoffed at the list. Crumpling it up, Harry shoved the piece of parchment back into his pocket and finally made his way into the dorms.


Author's Notes: Hehehehe… Oh I really want to know what was going on in Draco's head at this. Haha. And if you're wondering, yes. I've already started the companion piece. I decided to do it before I even posted that last chapter. Haha. I don't know if I should finish this story first and then post that or if I should try to sync them at this point, but I'm leaning towards syncing. What else… Thank you all for reading! Please review. I love coming home to a nice sized inbox filled with reviews. Oh and if you've lost track, it's February 11th at the point in the story. Just a few more days before Valentine's!