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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This chapter has been betaed by QuixoticContradiction and PrettyPinkDepression, to whom I am eternally thankful. ^.^

Harry made a point to be elusive on Sunday. He knew he should be getting his homework finished, but didn't want to see anybody that day. Rumors flew rapidly throughout Hogwarts. If so much as a whisper of what happened in the Prefects' bathroom drifted into a single person's ear, the entire student body would be shouting about it by lunch time.

Sunday might have made it easy to avoid human contact, but Monday wouldn't be so lucky.

Harry put off getting dressed and going to breakfast for as long as he possibly could. If only they hadn't destroyed all the time-tuners in the Department of Mysteries, then he could wait even longer. Or, better yet, prevent himself from going to the Prefects' bathroom that night, altogether.

When he reached the Great Hall, everyone seemed to be chatting and eating their breakfast as they normally would. Nothing seemed out of line until Harry spotted Ron and Hermione. They were huddled close together and appeared to be whispering frantically to one another. They had noticed Harry and their eyes were glazed over with the most curious expression.

Harry could feel a jerk of fear in his stomach, stronger than that of a Portkey. They already knew.

"Hey, Harry?" Ron called out when he approached them.

"Nothing happened!" Harry immediately retorted, "I just took a bath on Saturday night, then went to bed!"

"Um. . . Okay?" Ron's look of curiosity transformed into confusion, "I was just going to ask where you were yesterday."

"Oh." Harry felt immensely relieved, "I was. . . Er- sick! I was in the hospital wing."

Ron didn't reply. He and Hermione looked at each other curiously, then back to Harry apprehensively.

As Harry sat down to eat his breakfast he couldn't help but think that Ron and Hermione wouldn't be so suspicious of his whereabouts if he hadn't had that defensive outburst at Ron.

That morning's breakfast was just as ordinary as ever. Word of Malfoy and Harry's kiss must have stayed between them. Harry would occasionally glance back at the Slytherin table where Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini would be chatting animatedly. Crabbe and Goyle looked annoyed, and Malfoy seemed down like the first night Harry met him in the bathroom.

Making a mental note to not so much as look at Malfoy, Harry soon found out that was very difficult. The more he encountered him and forced himself not to look; the more he'd find his eyes idly drifting toward him. This didn't help when they arrived in Defense Against the Dark Arts as they shared the class.

"Potter!"

Harry jerked out of his daze to see a very flustered Professor Snape.

"If you could please stop staring at Mr. Malfoy like a slobbering school girl; could you answer the question?"

The entire class erupted with laughter. Snape insulting Harry was usually means for only Slytherins to laugh. But, even the Gryffindors were amused by this comment. The only ones not laughing were Ron and Hermione, whose faces were frozen with shock. Also Malfoy, who looked absolutely horrified.

"Harry?" Ron asked after the bell rang, "Why were you staring at Malfoy like that?"

"I wasn't staring at him, Ron!" Harry snapped, "You know how Snape is. He's always out to get me."

"Harry," Hermione tried to make her voice sound as comforting as possible, "you were staring at Malfoy. Everybody noticed. That's why they all laughed, even the Gryffindors."

"I'm still just trying to figure out what he's up to." Harry replied, "I was thinking about it, and I must have been staring at him unconsciously."

"You're not still on about the whole Malfoy-is-a-Death-Eater thing again, are you?" Despite Ron's annoying disbelief, Harry felt relieved at how quickly they believed his excuse.

The next few days were followed with many taunts about Harry's idle staring. Each comment forcing Harry to fill with rage that he wanted to take out on Snape.

"Watch out, Draco! Potter fancies you!" Pansy Parkinson wickedly laughed one day, clutching desperately to Malfoy's arm.

"Whoever knew that Potter had eyes for Draco!?" Blaise Zabini called out from the Slytherin table during lunch another time.

Harry couldn't help but notice that Malfoy wasn't laughing with the rest of them. It was odd; he would've thought Malfoy would've relished in the idea and been keen to harass him especially about it. But, the blond's expressions were usually of forced smiles.

After about a week, the novelty of Harry fancying Malfoy seemed to die, in which Harry was only too thankful.

It was also lucky that Harry had been so embarrassed that he hadn't looked at the Marauder's Map in all that time. The idea of seeing Draco Malfoy's name was enough to make him blush. This gave him ample time to do his homework and spend time with Ron and Hermione.

Yet, no matter how bad he wanted to, he still couldn't pull himself away from the memory of Malfoy kissing him in the Prefects' Bathroom.

Why do you keep thinking about it? It was disgusting! Force it out of your mind! Harry kept screaming inside his head, while he lay on his four poster one particularly sleepless night. He was half tempted to hold his wand to his head and try to curse out the memory. But, he didn't for the reasoning that it would be a completely idiotic thing to do.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked Ron at lunch the next day.

"In the library." Ron told him, grabbing his bag and standing up, "I'm s'posed to go meet her. Wanna come?"

"No thanks, I'm busy." Harry replied.

Ron shrugged and walked out of the Great Hall. After finishing his lunch, Harry decided to go walk about the corridors.

He knew lunch was ending soon and that he'd have to go back to class. He decided to start walking toward the Gryffindor Common Room when he noticed voices coming from the boy's bathroom. One of them was a drawling voice and the other a woman's voice.

Harry poked his head through the doorway. Instantly, a blond head turned around to face him.

"Who were you talking to?" Harry asked, stepping fully inside the bathroom.

"I wasn't talking to anybody, Potter!" Malfoy defensively replied, "What are you doing here?"

"It's a restroom, Malfoy."

"Get out! Leave me alone!" Malfoy reached for his wand in his robes.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, disarming Malfoy before he had any chance of jinxing him. "Look Malfoy, I just want to talk to you."

"About your gay crush on me?"

"No! I mean- I wanted to talk about the other night in the Prefects' Bathroom."

"You took it too seriously, Potter."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I simply mean that I was proving that I could manipulate you easily. I kissed you, and you loved it. You submitted almost immediately."

"No, I didn'- You only kissed me to prove a point?"

"Of course. What did you think, Potter?" a smirk drew across Malfoy's face, "Did you think I actually wanted to kiss you? Or did you hope?"

"I didn't- No! It was disgusting!" Harry began swelling with rage.

Malfoy threw his head back with laughter, "You were hoping, weren't you? I could tell you loved it, Potter. The way you made that piece of the chandelier shatter."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Sorry, Potter, I don't share those feelings. I like women, see? Pansy's always hanging off my arm for a reason. Were you hoping I'd hold you close? The way your Mudblood mother would've-"

"Stupefy!" A jet of red light shot into Malfoy's stomach. Harry didn't care if he'd really hurt him or not. He stormed back to the Gryffindor Tower and waited with silent rage until it was time for him to go back to class.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"You remember three years ago? When I accidentally blew up my Aunt Marge because she made me really angry?" Harry had decided to wait until he could talk to Hermione without Ron. Currently, Hermione was working on homework in the common room while Ron was playing exploding snap with Neville.

"Yeah, what about it?" Hermione responded not taking her eyes away from her parchment.

"Can stuff like that happen, the unintentional magic that is, if you're experiencing another emotion? Like if you were really happy or something?"

"Yes, but it has to be really strong." Hermione pulled away from her parchment and stared up with a whimsical expression on her face, "Before I found out I was a witch, there was this boy I fancied. Anyway, one day some kids were being mean to me, and he stood up for me. Then, he gave me a flower. I was so excited that the petals blew off like a small explosion. I didn't realize what had happened at the time, but now I do."

Harry couldn't stop thinking about what Hermione said as he lay awake in his four poster. The way Malfoy jerked his head toward the chandelier that night in the Prefects' Bathroom and use that as his reasoning that Harry liked their kiss.

He did remember hearing a small shatter of glass when the blond kissed him. The chandelier looked the same, but it was possible that only one of the small glass pieces shattered. Did that mean he liked it when Malfoy kissed him?

It didn't matter. The Slytherin made it perfectly clear what he thought of kissing Harry, plus the way he insulted his mother. Remembering that comment made Harry's rage boil again and forget about the possibility that he liked Malfoy's kiss.

The weekend brought Quidditch practice and time to completely forget about Malfoy. Of course, this was only temporary. Once alone time came Harry found himself with the Marauder's Map. He swore he was only trying to find Malfoy to catch him on whatever evil scheme he was working on.

He continued with this ritual throughout the next week. It was completely futile. If Malfoy was actually on the map, he was never doing anything suspicious.

Every time he passed the blond in the corridors, he was sure to ignore him or give him an angry glare. But, Malfoy didn't return this unspoken hostility. He'd always look away and, more times than not, his head was down. This was especially odd, considering Malfoy was the type to always hold his head up high.

"Why do you keep looking for Malfoy?" Ron asked, idly shooting red sparks from his wand, one night in the common room.

"You know why, Ron." Harry muttered. He hadn't cared if Ron and Hermione gave him a hard time for searching for Malfoy. After going well over half the year with hardly any leads, he was determined now more than ever. He'd make sure Malfoy paid for his crimes and regret ever insulting Harry's mother. He swore he never liked Malfoy, only hated him.

"It's just getting weird, Harry. You've been looking for him on that map a lot, lately. Then what Snape said. . . It's just weird."

"It's not like that, Ron!" Harry angrily shouted, throwing down the map, "He's up to something! You know it! When I catch him, you're going to feel like a great big prat!" Harry snatched the map and stormed upstairs to the dormitories.

"Quit denying it, Harry. You loved our kiss."

"I did not, Malfoy. I hated it! I hate you!"

"Who are you trying to convince, Harry? Me or you?"

Malfoy and Harry had been standing in the boy's bathroom. Then, they were suddenly nude in the Prefects' Bathroom. The blond had his arms wrapped around Harry's neck.

"Get off me, Malfoy!" Harry frantically hit Malfoy with his fists, but they didn't seem to affect him at all.

The Slytherin smiled pleasantly at Harry and wrapped one of his hands around the back of Harry's head. He pulled the raven-haired boy close and locked their lips more passionately than before.

Immediately, Harry stopped struggling and pulled the blond in closer. He parted his mouth slightly so that he could gently suckle on Malfoy's bottom lip.

The entire chandelier exploded violently. The grain sized shards of glass then began to flicker into tiny white stars. They elegantly fell over Draco and Harry in slow motion.

Harry gasped and sat up quickly in his bed. Beads of sweat covered his forehead. That dream, it was so real and. . . he liked it when Malfoy kissed him.

Grabbing his pillow, he shoved it over his lap, trying to ignore the throbbing erection under his pajamas. He needed to go to the Prefects' Bathroom and take a bath, an extremely cold bath.

Author's note: Thank you everybody for your comments! ^.^ I hope to have Chapter 4 up by this Friday. :)
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