The Correspondent

u>The Correspondant

Chapter Three - The Kiss

The next day came around, and Harry had a Potions lesson with Snape - and with Malfoy. He sat on the far side of the room to the boy he now loved, not looking at him and trying to concentrate on the lesson. This was very difficult with Ron and Hermione now in very high spirits behind him. The lesson passed, and Harry was the first to leave.

"Go on ahead," he said to his infatuated friends. "I'll... I need to wait for someone."

Malfoy left five minutes later on his own, and Harry didn't give him a chance to get away, grabbing his left wrist and pulling him away from the door.

"Ow! What d'you want, Potter?" growled the Slytherin, as he was dragged into an empty dungeon.

"I want to talk about yesterday," said Harry firmly.

"There is nothing to say!" replied Draco haughtily. "It was... a mistake," he finished rather weakly.

"I think it was no mistake," said the darker boy.

"It was, I swear!" exclaimed Malfoy, terrified of the boy in front of him. Harry realised that he did not understand the true consequences of what had happened the previous day. Rather than hating Draco ant more, Harry felt the complete opposite to what he had done before.

"If it was a mistake, then I would like to repeat it," said Harry, grinning. Before his ex-enemy had a chance to reply, he pulled the boy towards him and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Draco moaned. Taking this as a sign to continue, Harry tentatively kissed his Adam's apply. The blonde shivered.

"C- C- Can you do that again?" he asked in a hoarse voice. Harry, who had pulled away, kissed that spot again, but more confidently now.

"Oh Potter, you rotter, what have you done?" breathed Malfoy.

"I'm killing off students, I think it's good fun," replied Harry with a wink. Draco groaned in exasperation, then reached his own arms around the black-haired boy. They kissed each other, not understanding their feelings, but knowing they were right.

"Potter," said Malfoy.

"What is it?" asked Harry, resting his head on the other boy's shoulder.

"Call me Draco. At least in private." Harry nodded against his cheek. The blonde boy rested his own head under Harry's chin. "And one other thing... I'm not like my father, you know that?"

"I do now, Draco," replied Harry, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you... Harry," said Draco. "For you, I would do anything. I would..."

Harry shut the other boy up with a kiss on the lips. "I am not interested," he said firmly. "I already know."

Draco and Harry finally parted, and the Slytherin took a seat on one of the wooden desks. "I hope your bickering friends don't find us here," he said with a grin that looked strange on his usually smirking face.

"Oh, don't worry about them. They're probably snogging in a cupboard somewhere," he replied with a wink. Draco smiled.

"They finally worked it out then?" he asked, as he stood up. A bell rang somewhere in the castle. "Same time same place tomorrow?" he added, looking at his new lover. Harry nodded, and they both smiled, before leaving for their classes. The future might be undecided, but one thing was certain, and the new lovers both knew it. Love was, is, and ever shall be eternal.