A Thin Line

A Thin Line

They say that there is a thin line between love and hate. They say that it's possible to hate someone so much that eventually turn into love, and they also say that hate is sometimes nothing but a disguise for love. But who is 'they' anyway? I'd like to know.

I've hated Draco Malfoy since the first time I met him in Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. He was so cocky, snotty, and proud. Everything that I wasn't. Everything that I never wanted to be. But they say that opposites attract. I still don't know 'they', but I suppose that 'they' are right. At least Draco and I proved them right.

I, Harry Potter, am fag, a queer, a homosexual-GAY. Who would've guessed it? Certainly not me! I was obsessed with Cho Chang for years! So...maybe that means that I'm Bisexual...oh well, that's really not important. All that matters is that I am currently in a male-on-male relationship with Draco. Although technically this is supposed to be top secret, but I know you won't tell. You think I'm just some make-believe story. When will you Muggles learn that there's a basis of fact to everything?

You're all probably wondering I came about to be shagging my worst enemy, are you not? Of course you are! Draco and I realized our feelings in a weird, humorous, and yet typical way. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the beginning of our 7^th and final year at Hogwarts. Voldemort had finally been defeated (almost taking me down along with him I might add) and Lucius Malfoy and the rest of the Death-Eaters had bee sent to Azkaban. I had spent a wonderful summer at The Burrow with the Weasleys. I had been appointed Head Boy- once again out stripping Draco and although I was just entering my last year at Hogwarts, the Boston Sentinels were trying to recruit me to play Quidditch for them in America! Things were definitely going my way. Leave it to Draco to mess things up as usual.

Anyway, Draco and I realized our feeling for each other during detention from Filch, which we had gotten for a fistfight after a Quidditch match (and looking back on it I must say that was quite wonderful to rolling around on the ground with Draco like that; even if we were busy bloodying each other up.). The detention was, that we had to scrub out one of the empty dungeons without magic. Filch left saying we had three hours, and he was no sooner gone and we had started arguing.

“This is all your fault Potter!”

“My fault!? I hate to break it to you Malfoy, but we never would have gotten in to a fight if you hadn't tried to push me off my broom so you could catch the snitch!”

“Well, it didn't work did it? You still caught the damn thing!”

“You're just a sore loser.”

“I am when it comes to losing to a horrible, brainless, orphan git like you!”

“You know what Malfoy? You're lucky Madame Hooch stepped in or a would have bloody well killed you!”

“Really? I find that hard to believe.”

At this point I stood up, threw down my scrub brush, and took of my robe.

“Well you know what Malfoy? There's no one here now, so why don't you put your money where your mouth is.”

Draco stood up and also abandoned his scrub brush and robe. I must say he looked quite good in a charcoal colored sweater and khakis, and in my own opinion I didn't look too shabby either in my blue jeans and olive green oxford shirt.

“I'm going to make you wish you were never born Potter.” We were circling each other like cats.

“I'm shaking with fear.”

“You will be.”

The next thing I knew, he had lunged at me and we were rolling around on the ground hitting each other any where possible, knocking over the buckets of soapy water, and getting soaked in the process. Then it happened. Somehow our lips met. I was on the bottom and Draco was on top of me. For a while we didn't do anything but stare at each other; lips locked. I remember, he had a silver blond hair hanging in front of his eyes with a soap sud in it. He looked beautiful.

Then all of a sudden, Draco closed his eyes and cupped his hands around my face. For a moment I was afraid that this was some kind of tactic so that he could choke me to death, but when I felt his tongue trying to part my lips, I caved. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to take him in. He tasted like peppermint toads and something fruity that I oddly suspected to be Chap Stick.

It was absolutely blissful kissing him like that. One hand running through his soaked, silky blond locks, the other hand up his shirt caressing his smooth pale skin.

Then all of a sudden it hit me. I was making out with Draco Malfoy!! My worst enemy!! My eyes flew open; I shoved him off of me, and scuttled back away from him as fast as I could. I found my glasses and out them on. I didn't know what to do so I just sat there, bringing my knees up to my chest, and staring at Draco.

He looked magnificent! Like some kind of a Greek Statue. His sopping wet sweater clinging to his well-defined abs and broad shoulders. His soaked light colored khakis revealed what seemed to be navy blue boxer shorts underneath. He was running his fingers through his beautiful silver blond hair (he no longer wore it long and slicked back like he did when he was a kid, but short, kind of messy, with his bangs hanging slightly lower then the rest of his hair- framing his face instead of hanging limply on his forehead. We were silent for a *very* long time, and then finally Draco spoke.

“I should have strangled you.”

“For a moment a thought you were going to.”

“It crossed my mind.”

“But you kissed me instead.”

Once again we both just sat there and didn't say anything, and Draco turned his back to me. It was very awkward, and then once again he broke the silence.

“Did you feel anything?”

“I felt your tongue in my mouth.”

“Dammit Potter! You know what I meant.”

“I know. It might help if you called me by my first name.”

“Oh fine! Did you feel anything 'Harry' besides my tongue?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah what?”

“Yeah maybe.”

“What?!”

My next sentence still surprises me.

“I don't remember. Maybe you should kiss me again.”

At first he didn't do anything but stare at me, and I was starting to get embarrassed. I tried to read his expression but I couldn't. It was either extreme hate or over whelming love. Then he smiled, started walking over to where I was sitting, squatted down, and kissed me. I soon figured out what his unreadable expression was.

Before I knew it I was on the floor again with Draco on top of me, only this time he was trying to unbutton my shirt and I was trying to remove his sweater. I also soon learned that he was indeed wearing navy blue boxer shorts.

Then we made love. It was unusual and kind of awkward, but I really enjoyed it nonetheless. We really had no idea what we were doing. When we finished we put our clothes back on and lay back down; me with my head rested on Draco's abdomen. For a long time neither of us said anything, and then all of a sudden we both erupted into laughter.

“So what does this mean?”

“It means we're faggots.”

We about went into hysterics then, and I sat up.

“No really, Draco. What does it mean? Are we just experimenting? Are we boyfriends, are we lovers, or a one-night stand? What?”

Draco sat up too and looked me in the eye.

“Do you want to be boyfriends Harry?”

I blushed and looked away. When I looked at Draco again we was smiling his perfect smile.

“I'll take that as a yes.” He said kissing my nose. I felt like I was in heaven and had some major butterflies in my stomach. He put his arm around me and it sent shivers up my spine.

“Worst enemies turned into boyfriends,” he said laughing, “It should be a book.”

“It should be a sitcom.”

“It should be movie.”

“Have you ever seen The Birdcage?”

Oh yeah! That was really funny. Totally different though.”

Then Draco took my face in his hands, stared into my eyes and looked very serious for a moment.

“You know I love you, right Harry? That in some weird way I always have?” I nodded.

“I understand Draco. I love you too, in the same weird way.” He smile and we kissed for a while. When we broke apart he looked at me seriously once more.

“As much as I love you Harry, we should probably keep this a secret. We've been enemies for seven years, and people aren't going to take our suddenly being in love lightly.”

“But we've always been in love.”

“You know what I mean, Harry. You're friends will flip and so will mine. We need to keep a secret until the end of the school year, alright?”

I nodded, “I don't want to. I mean, how are we supposed to keep hating each other in public when each time I see you now and I'm going to know what we are and I'm going to want o hold you, and kiss, you. Thinking about when I see you later without all the crowds around. It'll be torture!!”

“I can handle it because I know you love me. No matter how you may be acting. Can you do the same?"

“I guess, but I still think this is dumb.”

“Oh god Harry! Quit being such a whiny little bitch.”

“I will when you quit being such an insensitive ass!”

“Oh my god you already sound like a woman.” We both started laughing then, even though I knew I should probably feel insulted.

“So are we going to keep it a secret? If you really don't want to we won't,” he sighed exasperatedly, “but I think we should.”

“Yeah, you're right we should. I'll just have to fight you in public then kiss your boo-boo's later.” I paused. “Oh God I am starting to sound like woman!”

Just then we heard Filch coming and pretended to be in another fistfight. It was terribly hard not to laugh and it earned us another two detentions. But hey! Detention with Draco wasn't so bad anymore.

So there you have it, the story of how Draco and I finally found each other. Proving all the 'theys' right. Even though I still don't know who 'they' is. Anything like you expected?

Right now Draco and I are currently waiting for the end of school year when we can quit pretending to hate each other and tell everyone that we're been shagging behind their backs all year. It hasn't been easy and there have been a lot of close calls. I daresay though that it'll be pretty damn hysterical when everyone find out though. Maybe I'll write about that later...we'll see. The other Great news is that I've signed a contract to play with the Sentinels as starting seeker next year, and Draco's going to move to Boston with me!

Well, you all have been great readers but I've got to go. I'm meeting Draco at the Astronomy tower. =)

Cheers!

Harry