Draco Malfoy awoke the next morning with a massive headache. He sat up slowly and found that he was in the Hospital Wing, alone, but how had he gotten there? There were no students in any of the other beds, as by now, all the students were probably off on the Hogwarts Express heading home for the holidays. Draco had taken count of who would be staying at Hogwarts from Slytherin, but he couldn't seem to remember a number at the time, if there were any at all.

He was due to head out to his mother's the next day, and if he couldn't even remember why he was in the Hospital Wing, that was a very bad sign.

The door opened, and Madam Pomfrey walked in with her usual smiling expression. She saw that Draco was awake, and rushed over to him, handing him a glass of water that had been set on his bedside table.

"You're up, finally! You've missed the students leaving. How do you feel?" She asked, touching his forehead and cheeks.

"My head feels like the Whomping Willow's had a good swing at me." He moaned, lying back on the bed and gazing up at the ceiling.

"It probably does. You took quite a bit of Veritaserum last night. I suppose somebody spiked your drink. Soon after Mr. Potter brought you down here, he went back to the dance and poured an entire bowl of iced pumpkin juice away, and then had it washed out before they refilled it. McGonagall's furious." The nurse explained, taking the empty glass from Draco's hands, eyeing him carefully.

"Potter took me here? Wait, Veritaserum? Oh Merlin, where is he?" The blond began to freak out, and the nurse attempted to soothe him. She pushed him back as he went to sit up again, and frowned at his panicked state.

"He left about twenty minutes ago to send off the students. He stayed here the whole night, you know. He'll probably be back soon." No sooner had she finished her sentence than did the door open, and the messy-haired wizard made his way inside, shoes clacking on the rough floor. When he noticed Draco was awake, he walked over and sat beside him on a stool.

"You're up." The green-eyed wizard noted, and Draco stared at him in bewilderment and anger.

"I took Veritaserum! What the bloody hell did I say to you last night!"

"I'll just, um- be going now. You're free to go whenever, Mr. Malfoy." The nurse hurried out of the Wing and into her office.

Draco glared at Harry, sitting up so he was more level with the wizard, and removed the blanket from his legs. He made a move to stand, and Harry looked after him in confusion. He began to walk, causing the other wizard to follow.

They made their way down the empty corridors to their living quarters, and didn't talk until they were both seated on plush chairs, facing each other: daring each other to make the first move.

"Potter, I ask you again. What did I say to you last night?" The blond asked after a few minutes, pinching the bridge of his nose in aggravation.

"I- You kept flirting with me, Malfoy. You wanted to kiss me, and were getting frustrated that I wouldn't let you." Harry explained, eyes glancing at his shoes, not daring to meet Draco's steel grey.

"That's preposterous! Me, kiss you? Ridiculous." The blond scoffed, and Harry only shrugged nervously. "What? Did you want to kiss me too?"

"No, it's not like that. I mean, you were under truth serum, and a hell of a lot of it, so your true intentions did come out last night."

"Potter, I'm not into men, and even if I was, it wouldn't be you."

"But Malfoy, you wanted to kiss me."

"No, I didn't. I don't. You're- you're disgusting. You're sick. You probably tried to ruin me, a poor drugged wizard, in my feeble state just to get a good laugh." By now, Malfoy had stood up and was standing over Harry in an accusatory stance.

"Malfoy, I- no, I'd never do that."

"You're a real sick bastard, Potter. The sickest. I should punch you, you pathetic bastard. Get it straight, Potter. You wanted to kiss me, not vice versa." Draco spat.

"Shut up, Malfoy. You're just gonna strain yourself."

"No, sod off! Understand this, Potter. I am not gay, and I will not kiss you. That is fin-" Suddenly, Draco had fallen forward and into Harry's lap, and Harry was staring at him in surprise. Draco's body lay awkwardly: partially on the floor, mostly crushing his legs, and he seemed almost paralyzed as green eyes stared into grey dangerously.

Without thinking, Harry bent his body downwards, and brushed his lips against the blond's, who remained unresponsive. Harry pulled away, stunned, and afraid that the blond would find a way to hex him into the next life. After a moment though, Draco's arms shot up and wrapped awkwardly around Harry's neck, and pulled him down again, and they kissed properly.

Harry moved his legs so Draco could get up and move comfortably, and the messy-haired wizard's legs remained slightly parted as Draco positioned himself between them, on his knees, hugging Harry's waist with one arm, other around his neck, and tilted his head up to meet the green-eyed wizards. When they pulled away slightly breathless, Draco was speechless, and Harry let a smile cross his lips.

"You're a real git, Malfoy."

"Sod off, Potter."

And then they kissed again.

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Leaving Hogwarts always proved to be difficult, especially if you'd spent an entire day previous with someone that you wouldn't be seeing again for almost two weeks. Harry had woken up in Draco's bed early that morning, and the blond had been wrapped tightly around his body, with tufts of blond hair tickling at Harry's nose. It was surreal, he thought. He stretched, careful not to wake the sleeping blond, and his sleeve fell slightly, revealing a bare wrist.

His eyes widened, and he moved his other arm awkwardly around Draco's head to examine it. There was not a black line present, and he took a breath in shock. This woke the blond, who glanced up lazily, lips swollen from the various kissing sessions he and Harry had shared the previous day, and his eyes landed on the even messier haired wizard's wrist.

"It's - it's bare." Draco whispered, stunned. Then, he glanced at his own wrist, which was also bare.

"Clever, clever McGonagall." Harry breathed, and Draco scrunched his nose in disgust.

"Brush your teeth, Potter. Your breath's horrible." He complained, pushing away from the shorter, but better-built wizard.

Harry climbed out of bed and rushed towards the lavatory, relieving his bladder and brushing his teeth. He figured he'd better shower too, as he would be leaving for Ron's later that day. Once he'd finished in the shower and gotten dressed, he walked to find that Draco had moved from his bed to the couch, but was still wrapped in blankets. Harry sat beside him, and the blond flinched away. Harry frowned.

"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to move closer to him, but the other wizard only moved further away.

"We- uh, what happened yesterday, it was nothing. We can't do that again. We can't." The blond muttered, pulling the blankets closer to himself, eyes distant. Harry's heart clenched, and as he moved to comfort him, he was rejected once again.

"But-"

"But nothing. It- it didn't mean anything. It shouldn't have even happened. In fact, it didn't happen. Nobody will ever know about it. Know about what? Nothing." Draco claimed, confident in his answer.

"Draco, you know you don't mean this."

"I do. I like women. I'll marry a woman, and I'll have children with a woman. Honestly, Potter, you can't really believe you'd have stood a chance with me, did you?" The blond sneered, confidence only growing as he shed his blanket and headed off towards the lavatory, locking the door behind him.

"Apparently not." Harry whispered, watching him leave, and then pouting as he finished up his packing and made his way out of the living quarters.

When it was time to return to Hogwarts, he'd be far away from Malfoy. He wouldn't have to see him: he wouldn't have to feel hurt, betrayed. That kiss had meant something to him, much to his surprise. It had been unintentional, completely unexpected, but it was everything.

Harry made his way to McGonagall's office with his luggage, a mournful look on his face. She welcomed him in, but didn't comment as he rushed towards the fireplace, took a pinch of floo powder, and directed himself to The Burrow, never looking back.