Fighting And Snogging

"Great," muttered seventeen-year-old Harry Potter as he and Draco Malfoy looked around. "We're lost."

"This is all your fault, Potter!" Malfoy snapped angrily, sitting down on an old tree stump, massaging his sore foot.

"My fault? MY FAULT?" Harry yelled, feeling furious. "It's your fault, Malfoy! You're the one who acted so poky today on our class trip into the forest that it was you who made us fall behind - not me!"

"It's that bloody git's fault who made us go into the forest in the first place," Malfoy said, changing his mind.

Harry stared at him. "You mean Hagrid? First you blame me now you blame Hagrid? Make up your own God damn bloody mind!"

"Fuck off!" Malfoy shouted. "Why did you follow me, anyway? You could've gone off with the rest of 'em, but you didn't!"

Harry glared at Malfoy, and walked over toward a tree at the far end of the small clearing in the forest and leaned against it, muttering nasty swear words to himself.

For a few minutes, they didn't say anything at all. They just glared at each other. The day went by. Harry didn't know what to do. He didn't want to be stuck in the Forbidden Forest forever with Draco Malfoy. If he had to be stuck in the forest forever, then so be it. But anybody would be a better companion than Malfoy. He would even rather be stuck with that creepy, camera kid, Colin Creevey, who was obsessed with him for some strange reason. Harry never really figured out what that reason was, but yet he never cared enough to know.

Why won't he just come over here and kiss me already? Thought Malfoy, staring hard at Harry, who had looked away from him. Malfoy had never told anybody this before, but he had had the hots for Harry ever since their fourth year, when Harry competed in the Triwizard Tournament. Harry looked so sexy fighting off those dragons, going through the maze...and in that Prefect bathtub. Malfoy smirked at the thought, remembering how he stole an Invisibility Cloak from one of the Slytherins and used it to spy on Harry. He caught Harry butt-naked in the tub...and Harry looked very fine indeed.

Malfoy felt his face flush from these thoughts, his heart was pounding. He hated being alone in the forest with Harry and not being allowed to snog him. He wanted to so badly. But what would Harry think if he tried to make a move?

Malfoy gazed into those bright green eyes of Harry's. I want him...I need him...I want him...the words repeated inside Malfoy's head. Suddenly, Malfoy felt Harry staring back at him. Did Harry have feelings for him? Malfoy shook that thought away. No, impossible - besides, Harry liked girls. He had his heart set on that Ravenclaw Seeker who graduated last year...what was her name? Cho something?

"What are you staring at?" Malfoy demanded loudly.

Harry shook his head. "Nothing," he replied coolly. "But you've been staring at me."

"I have not!" Malfoy insisted, a little too quickly. He jumped to his feet. "Why do you keep doing this to me, Potter?"

"Doing what, Malfoy?"

"Torturing me like this!" Malfoy explained, irritated. "You know you want me."

Harry's eyes grew wide with surprise. "WHAT? In your dreams!" he snapped. "You're a disgusting pervert - why would I bloody want you?"

That's when Malfoy lost all control. He walked over toward Harry and soon had Harry pinned up against the tree.

"You'll pay for calling me a 'disgusting pervert'," Malfoy sneered through clenched teeth. He slowly began to wrap his arms around Harry's waist. Harry tried to wriggle free at first, but then stopped when Malfoy leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips.

Harry's hands moved up to Malfoy's neck, and he wrapped his arms around it. The kiss lasted for a while. Malfoy even felt Harry's tongue inside his mouth. By the time Harry pulled away, they were all hot and sweaty. Malfoy was breathing heavily.

Harry glared at him. "You are a disgusting pervert," he said softly.

"At least I'm not the horny bastard," Malfoy retorted. "I believe I felt your tongue in my mouth, Potter."

"I did NOT do anything of the sort!" Harry exclaimed hotly.

Malfoy started smirking. "Yes, you did, Potter. You're lying and you know it."

"Shut up and get away from me, you stupid git!" Harry yelled, trying to shove Malfoy away, but Malfoy was stronger than Harry, and he wouldn't let go.

"Let's give it another go then, shall we? And see who really put the moves on who," Malfoy suggested with a grin so wide Harry felt a little nervous.

"No way, I - " Harry started, but Malfoy had already locked his lips against Harry's. This time, the kiss lasted even longer. And Malfoy put his tongue into Harry's mouth. Then Malfoy started lifting Harry's shirt out of his pants, and felt around his bare body. Harry did the same to Malfoy.

Finally, Harry shoved him away. "Fuck off," he said.

"Hey, what the bloody hell is your problem, anyway?" Malfoy demanded. "Will you stop playing, God damnit?"

"All I know is that you put the moves on me," snapped Harry. "I felt your tongue in my mouth!"

"Only because you had put your tongue in my mouth first!" Malfoy shot back.

"Did not!" Harry shouted.

"Did too!" Malfoy shouted back.

Harry had a look of fury in his eyes. Malfoy sneered back and they both pulled out their wands, ready to duel. But when Malfoy carelessly dropped his wand, he muttered, "Forget it," and he jumped on Harry, tackling him to the ground.

Sometimes knowing how those Muggles fight can be helpful, thought Malfoy, as they wrestled around, punching, kicking, and hitting each other (not to mention, every now and then, kissing).

Suddenly, they heard someone clearing their throat. "I believe," said the voice. "That the both of you made moves on each other..."

Malfoy and Harry stopped fighting. Looking up, they spotted their entire Care and Keeping of Magical Creatures class staring down at them.

"Hermione? Hagrid?" Harry exclaimed, staring at his friend and teacher. Malfoy remained speechless.

Some of their classmates started sniggering.

"Well, we found out yeh two were lost, so we decided to go out an' look for yeh!" explained Hagrid cheerfully. "Sorry, we didn't know yeh were busy..." he winked and chuckled himself. "We're not far away from Hogwarts. So let's get up an' go. Class is dismissed."

Harry and Malfoy slowly dragged themselves to their feet They brushed themselves off and picked up their wands.

"So what do you think?" Malfoy asked, smirking as he put his arm around Harry. The class was walking back toward the castle. "How 'bout if I take you out on a date?"

"Where to, hun?" joked Harry.

"Oh...I was thinking about a walk in the forest!" Malfoy replied.

"Really? Are you sure, cause being in the forest sort of gives me the urge to fight," said Harry.

"Then let's just make sure we bring a map so we don't get lost," Malfoy suggested.

They both laughed as they headed inside the castle.

~~THE END~~