JUST A REMINDER YOU ARE READING THE OLD VERSION, THIS IS NOT THE MOST UP TO DATE VERSION. THE MOST UP TO DATE VERSION IS EITHER THE RED COVER (MATURE) OR THE BLUE COVER (CLEAN VERSION).

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The next morning Harry walked into the great hall with a bright eyes shining. He had a microscopic upward twist on his lips. He couldn't quite pinpoint why he enjoyed Draco's company the previous night. They just had a conversation and then went flying. It was a simple outing and could be done with any girl and probably would have had the same reaction on Harry's part.

Harry sat down in his usual spot at the Gryffindor table, next to Ron and Hermione. Thankfully Ron and him made up after the first task when he came to his senses. He immediately shoveled scrambled eggs onto his plate with a piece of bacon and a slice of toast. Ron was already finished and slurping in his pumpkin juice while Hermione was chewing on a sausage.

"Good morning Harry," Hermione said as she wiped her mouth from stray crumbs. She received a very cheerful smile back with a good morning along with it.

"Aye mate, what's got you all smiley this morning?" Ron said.

"It was his date last night," Hermione interrupted.

"Shh," Harry scolded. "May as well announce it to the entire Hall why don't you?" He really didn't have a cover story for the date with Draco, so he just played it off as he came up with fairy tales of the perfect girl.

"What date? How come he didn't tell me he had a date? With who," Ron pushed, feeling left out.

"It wasn't a date," Harry argued, "I was seeing whether or not I liked the girl and I kinda did."

"Kinda," Ron questioned, sipping on his pumpkin juice.

"Well.... she surprised me."

"Well who is it then?" Hermione was practically begging.

"I'm not saying yet," Harry smiled to himself and continued eating. He heard a groan coming from his friend's mouths.

"And how was your night," he asked the two of them.

"Well, we-" Ron was interrupted by owls flying through the great hall to deliver mail. Everywhere you looked, children's eyes would light up whether it be a copy of the Daily Prophet or a letter from a loved one.

Something out of the ordinary occurred. A tawny school owl dropped off a small piece of parchment onto Harry's plate, then flew away as quickly as it came. Harry examined the piece of paper as unrecognizable. The color was darker and looked extremely durable. Harry unfolded the note to see extremely neat handwriting. It was signed in emerald ink and was scripted in the purest of cursive Harry had ever layed eyes on. It read:

Same time same place. Bring a broom. 

D.

Before anyone could read it, Harry shoved it in his robe pocket, and he thanked Godric everyone was preoccupied with a hideous pair if dress robes Ron got in the mail. Hermione received her usual copy of the Prophet. Articles aligned in black and white displayed gossip of the tournament with the front page an article of Harry. The picture above the writing was Hermione and himself embracing and tearing apart right before the first task. He knew this wouldn't be good. Hermione's answer on the subject was just 'rubbish" and she moved on skimming story's and texts alike.

Harry couldn't keep himself from looking up at Draco wondering if he has seen the article. Draco felt his stares and looked up with his eyes close to watering and the Gryffindor felt his heart hurt. Dismay engulfed his features.

Harry mouthed "tonight" and gave him an apologetic look. Draco bit his lip and finally agreed looking sheepishly back to his food before pushing it away, leaving with Pansy. Of course this would upset him. Draco fancied him very much and Harry knew that. He couldn't be taking it well. 

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Draco headed down to breakfast in a wonderful mood. His plan was going perfectly and Harry was failing for him.

The Slytherin took a seat next to Pansy and Blaise as usual, Crabbe and Goyle across from them.

"How did the date go?" Crabbe asked. Draco smirked and looked at Harry who was reading the note he sent him.

"Let's just say, he's wrapped around my finger and his grip is slipping. It's won't be soon until he's falling."

"Don't you think things are going a little fast," Pansy asked, " I mean, you've only been on one date and if you say it's going this well, maybe he used to have a crush on you."

"You think?" Blaise questioned.

"It's possible."

"No," Draco said, "I think that he just has so much 'love' in him that he needs to show it towards something... well, someone."

"That was deep. I didn't know you were capable of such an emotional thinking process" Blaise teased.

"Oh shut it, Blaise," Pansy ordered, "Wait here's another opportunity! Draco take the prophet and act like you're reading it."

"What why?" Draco looked through a stack of papers for the newspaper.

"Look at the front page," she said as he flipped it open. It was a picture of the mudblood and Potter hugging. At The first glimpse Draco understood, raised an eyebrow, smirked, and then changed his face to one of despair. He thought of something to make his eyes water and then looked up to Potter.

He pretended to be accepting to Harry and then got up to leave with his best friend arm in arm. Pansy, thankfully, was an excellent actress and asked if Draco was okay as they turned the corner out of the Great Hall.

The two Slytherins laughed and strolled their way to Herbology.

"See you at the lake, Potter."  

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The day went by dreadfully for Harry. He was in Ancient Runes, a terribly boring class, but the professor didn't care if his students payed attention or not. He just went through the motions while the class zoned out.

The guilt was eating at him. Even though he and Draco weren't and 'item', Harry felt terrible for hurting him. Wait... did he not cringe at the thought of them being an 'item'?

Harry used to see Draco as an enemy. The enemy.

But now he's had a a true conversation with the boy, and it seemed like he really connected with Draco. He never felt so comfortable with Ron or Hermione. Plus Draco was handsome, that was a bonus.

The more and more he thought about Draco and that single solitary conversation, and the way he walked, and the way he talked, and how his arm felt, and his skin, the more Harry wanted to be with him.

Could he be falling for the Slytherin? 

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"Draco, hi" Harry said, almost breathlessly when he came running down a hill towards the lake, carrying his broom.  

The blonde turned around. "Potter," He said falsely dismayed, but Harry didn't notice. 

"Listen, I know the article said a bunch false accusations, but it was a fake I swear. Me and Hermione- we're just friends. Stupid Skeeter just caught us in the right moment." The amount of butterflies in his stomach were unbearable as he choose his words carefully.

Draco's hard face relaxed a bit before he set out a smirk. "Good, I'm happy you told me. I thought you didn't want to come tonight."

"No! I did- I mean I do.. I mean.. I'm here," he stuttered.

"I'm glad you are," Draco snorted at the inital audacity of his stuttering. Harry smiled, as if a large wieght was lifted off of his chest. Draco held out his arm once again, just as he did the night before, and Harry took it.

They walked to a small spot right next to the water. Harry looked into Draco's pools of silver once more, begin captured within them. He was so out of it that he didn't notice the branch that was right in front of him and he jammed his foot into it taking him and Draco both down. They tumbled down the rest of the hill and Harry was on top of Draco.

Harry's deep breathing caused his chest to bob up and down and he smiled, still splayed a top of Draco. He found himself lost in Draco's eyes again. They were particularly breath-taking when the sun hit them a certain way, as they were now. "S-sorry." 

And then he looked at Draco's lips and felt the urge to lean down, so he did but stopped when Draco stopped him.

"Umm Potter, do you mind getting off of me?" Draco wanted to be anywhere but where he was, in fact he wished he was being tortured by Lord Voldemort himself.

Harry's face changed from a blank expression to one filled with confusion.

"What?" Draco asked, his voice cracking. He swore he'd never been more uncomforable in his life.

"Your.. Your eyes. They're a different shade than normal."

"What? That's not possible!" Draco shoved Harry off of him as fast as he could. He must have been seeing fear. That's why his eyes changed..right? It definitely couldn't be because of the non exist any crush on Harry. Fear. That's what Draco told himself.

"Hey what was that for," Harry asked, wiping leaves from his body..

"Sorry, I..I wasn't thinking."

"What do you mean that's not possible?"

"Hmm?"

"Your eyes."

"I didn't say anything? What are you talking about," Draco tried to sound cool but it wasn't covering up very well.

"You said that it wasn't possible to change color in your eyes."

"Yeah... right, just forget it." Draco got up and grabbed his broom and a snitch that he brought along. "Ready to play?"

"We haven't eaten yet!"

"We can eat later, come on!" Draco kicked off from the ground and flew over the lake. He just really want to be away from Harry right now, (or Harry's body rather) so the only way to do that is if they couldn't touch each other.

Harry grabbed his firebolt and kicked off meeting Draco in the sky, leaving the confusion behind.

"Lumos," Draco shouted, "There, now no matter what time it is, we can see the snitch."

"Good idea," Harry said.

"Whoever catches it first wins"

"I know how to play, Malfoy."

"I know you do!"

"Come on then!" The blonde took the que to release the snitch. They played for what seemed hours, and it was well past dark when the boys got tired enough to stop. The whole time they were laughing and calling each other names as a tease for the other to step up the competition. They were both covered in sweat when they landed and didn't feel the need to eat in the dark.

"Thank you, Draco! It was fantastic."

"No, thank you, Potter! I had a brilliant time."

"Everything's a competition with you! The pleasure is mine," Harry laughed, bumping into him as they walked. Draco smirked as he did so, then was quiet for a while. "When can we see each other again," Harry interrupted the sweet, sweet silence. "I have dancing lessons every day now and I won't have time to meet up with you." Draco's face went into a disappointment mask, but inside he was screaming 'YES'. "The Yule ball is coming up and I was wondering..."

"Potter, we can't go together-"

"Harry. Call me Harry."

"Harry, we can't. No one knows about this and if they did, it would cause an absolute uproar and if we continue the way we are, I would advise we keep it a secret. Besides my family would never accept that I'm g-gay and it would really suck trying to explain this one to them, especially having to tell them I have a crush on Potter-" Draco didn't know what he was saying. 

"So you admit you have a crush on me," Harry raised an eyebrow.

"We've been on two dates, Potter-"

"Harry."

"Harry," Draco corrected.

"How long," Harry asked, his heart beating from his chest. 

Draco swallowed, trying to come up with something. "A while," he acted ashamed, looking off into the horizon.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Right, that would have gone over well. 'Oh, gee Potter, sorry to bump into you, just wanted to say I've had a giant crush on you since the robe shop and it got much worse when you rejected being my friend."

"That long?"

"I'm not very good with feelings, Harry." Especially ones that I don't have. 

"I mean, you did seem sort of pedophilic in the library." 

"One of my many pick-up lines," Draco smirked.

"So there's more?"

Draco was silent a bit. "Possibly." 

There was a quiet moment and then Harry spoke again. "I would love to hear them."

"Really," Draco perked up. Harry nodded, grinning.

"And I want to have dance with you," Harry blurted out. He couldn't stop himself from saying those words and he immediately shut up once they were gone.

"Maybe we could do one in private."

"I'll try and find you! We can play it off like we are in a fight or something."

"Of course." Draco tried to disguise the disgust of the thought of dancing with the scarhead. They reached the bridge, and Draco couldn't be happier. "Good night Harry, see you then."

Draco started to walk away, not wanting to do anything with Harry, however an arm caught him on his shoulder. Harry positioned himself closer to the blonde and kissed his cheek.  

"Good night, Draco," Harry smiled.

"Um Harry, how long have you wanted to do that?" There was silence. Harry was contemplating an answer, but he couldn't really muster one.

"I....I really don't know."

Draco put up the worst fake smile and walked away. He turned the corner after the bridge and broke into a sprint, as if the spit on his face left over from Harry's lips were burning him. It wasn't fire but it was sparks. Sparks no one has ever given him before, but to Draco, he took it as fire.

What has he gotten himself into?

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Harry stood there in shock of. What he just did. He just kissed Draco Malfoy's cheek. It felt so comfortable for his lips to be pressed against the soft skin he possessed.

Harry kept thinking and thinking until he finally came up with a conclusion for his actions: he is falling for Draco Malfoy.

And he smiled at that though.