What Happens If...?

Harry ran down the Hogwarts corridors. He didn't watch where he was going and ran into someone, landing nearly on top of them, not noticing the slightest bit that he was in quite an awkward position with a yet unidentified person.

He looked down and saw blurs, suddenly realizing that his glasses were missing. "I'm sorry, but I can't see a damned thing. Can you help me find my glasses?" asked Harry politely, flashing his famous nice guy grin.

"Aw...Little Potter has lost his glasses?" asked a drawling voice from under him. Inwardly, he swore ; out of all people he could have been at the mercy of, he had to depend on Draco Malfoy. Life could really be a bitch with PMS sometimes.

Harry swore inwardly. He hated Draco Malfoy! He was so damned arrogant, and when he was angry, his eyes would flash in a way that made him intimidating...and that was sexy. In fact, he would see those intense, passionate eyes in his dreams. He groaned inwardly. Malfoy was a hot piece of work, yeah, but he couldn't go around thinking these sort of things about someone like...fuck it. He was Harry Potter, and he could do whatever the hell he wanted to. Fame and blind adoration wasn't that bad sometimes. "Damn you, give me my glasses!"

"Blow me, Potter," said Draco.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Is that what I'm going to have to do to get my glasses back?" asked Harry in a tone that suggested he'd do it, his hands dropping dangerously low on Draco's hips.

"You wouldn't!" exclaimed Draco, eyes widening in shock, his usual cold and unruffled façade dropping at the implications of such a thing. Damn...I've let down my guard. No telling what's going to happen now.

Harry took the opportunity to barely make out something in Draco's hands that looked like his glasses and lunged for them, but Draco snapped his hand back in time.

"I'm not that stupid, Potter. Now would you mind getting off of me? "

"I don't think so. You had better give me my glasses," said Harry warningly.

"Or what?" asked Draco. He couldn't stand that stupid do-gooder. So innocent and nice, admirable and gorgeous when his green eyes were boring into yours, even though they were clouded because he couldn't see anything. Draco shook his head. Innocent. That's all he was...not admirable, not nice, not gorgeous...not everything else that Draco found strangely and uncontrollably attractive.

"Or... I'll kiss you!" said Harry defiantly. Malfoy seemed to have a bit of a homophobia problem...ah, the sweet joy of torturing someone else with the things they feared. And it wasn't as if this would be the first guy he'd ever kissed. After a short reflection, better known as checking Malfoy out, it wouldn't be that bad of a thing to do. You really couldn't look at the arrogant bastard without thinking that he was at least remotely good looking.

"Do it then." There was no way he'd actually do it. The 'great' Harry Potter would give up and have to beg for his glasses. And...if he actually did it....it'd be....well, weird. Weird because he might like it...weird because he wanted him to do it. He wanted to be kissed. And by Harry Potter no less. A guy. And he didn't care. No, he did care, but there was no denying he wanted something to happen, and fast.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," Harry muttered. This was someone he'd hated for years and years...and now he was slowly leaning down to kiss him.

Draco panicked as his worst enemy's face loomed closer and closer to his.

"Fine! You can have them back...don't....I don't....don't you know what this is going to do to me?"

Harry, who was only inches away from him said, "I don't know. It wouldn't matter...unless you're attracted or something?"

Draco swallowed. "No, I'm not, so why don't you just get off me and take your fucking glasses?"

"Prove it. Unlike you, I know who...and what I am."

"What? But you've had loads of girlfriends. You mean you're gay?"

"No, bisexual, really."

He nodded. "Now I'm extremely uncomfortable.....please, please get off of me." What, exactly, made him uncomfortable? It wasn't as if he was homophobic, far from it, really, Blaise Zabini was gay, and he lived with the guy. This was just...different. He'd never really...been this attracted to someone, and he didn't want the first someone that he was really into to be his worst enemy.

"I like hearing you beg, Malfoy."

"Shut up! Don't you know what something like this would do to me?"

Harry enjoyed being the one toying around with someone's emotions and fears. It seemed so...Slytherin...so...forbidden. The thrill of the forbidden turned him into someone else. A better, powerful someone else. Maybe he should have let the sorting hat put him in Slytherin ; they seemed to have a darker albeit sexier idea of fun.

"Why don't you tell me?" Harry asked, curious as to what the answer would be.

Draco glared. "And why should I tell you?"

Harry leaned in. "Talk or I'll get to find out for myself what it'll do to you."

"You little fucker!" Draco tried to push Harry off of him, to punch him, anything, but he soon found that Harry was much stronger than he had always assumed him to be.

Harry looked insulted. "My fucker isn't little. Now, tell me what's going on before I figure it out myself."

He sighed. "I don't want to be....like you. I want to be...but I cant...I'm not-not supposed to be...its not right for the heir of the Malfoy line to be attracted to Gryffindors, especially you."

"What a shame," Harry said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Dryly, he added, "You also just admitted you're attracted to Gryffindors."

Draco glared. "So what? And you're attracted to Slytherins."

Harry shrugged. "I'm not the one who's having issues with it, mate."

Draco tried to push him off again, and this time, Harry let him, lying on the floor lazily for a moment, looking at Draco with those bedroom eyes. Draco couldn't move, breathe, anything, and all he could do was swallow and stare.

"See you around, Malfoy," Harry said mischievously, standing and starting to walk away.

Always wanting the last word, Draco yelled, "Yeah, well fuck off, Potter!"

Harry turned back thoughtfully, biting his lower lip in a way that made Draco's stomach tighten, as well as other things. "Yeah...I'll do that. Thanks for the suggestion," he called, winking. "You got me all worked up."

Draco stalked away, fuming and extremely turned on, and a shocked, amused Hermione Granger stepped from the shadows.

"My God," she uttered, recalling the scene she'd just witnessed. Then she smiled. "That was wicked." A wistful, dreamy look crossed her face, followed by one of embarrassment, shock, and horror.

"Am I ever going to be able to face Harry again? That was...hot," she said to herself disgustedly. Harry was like a brother to her, and here she was, watching him nearly kiss one of her worst enemies and thinking it was sexy.

"Being sixteen is just too difficult," she muttered, walking away dazed, confused and really rather giggly.