Written in 2011. First fic I ever wrote.
-Harry and Draco's hatred all collide in one heated night. Harry's confused; he doesn't know what happened, but he knows one thing. He can't stop thinking about Draco.


11. The map

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” I whispered under my breath, holding the tip of my wand against the parchment and watched as the ink started to fill the paper, revealing the Marauder’s Map.

A faint smile was resting on my lips, when I looked over the map, from one end to another, looking for that one particular person. I looked it all over. The Slytherin commons, the great hall, the classrooms, the halls on every floor, all of the offices and all the other rooms. But he was nowhere to be found. Which meant, he couldn’t be anywhere else than that one room. The come-and-go room!

Thank you! Thank you! Please stay there! I was thinking to myself as I looked through my stuff, searching for my invincibility cloak. I looked around to make sure no one was there, before I pulled the cloak out and wrapped it around me. I wasn’t completely sure what I was doing, but I knew that if I stopped to think about it; I wouldn’t be able to go on.

I rose, from where I was on my knees, in front of my coffin and send one last look at the map, pointed my wand against the parchment; “Mischief Managed!”, and walked out of the door to the dormitory.

The portrait of the Fat Lady closed behind me as I walked to the staircase and looked up to the top of the stair. People were walking around at the stairs, but of course no one saw that I was walking between them. No one knew that I heard their laughter and saw their smiles.

Snaking in between the other students, trying not to bump into anyone, I made my ways up the stairs and swung around a corner when I reached the seventh floor without incidentally touching anyone on my way up here.

I turned another corner and saw that one wall, at the end of the hall. The door started to appear even before at took one step against it, which was odd because door usually didn’t appear before a person was standing right in front of the wall. Maybe Draco was on his way out?

With that thought and the fear of maybe blowing my chances, I started to half run-half walk, over to the wall.

I was prepared to grab the door and open it with my weight without having to slow down before I was in the room. But what I wasn’t prepared for, was the door being opened the second before I was about to open in causing me to collide with the platinum blond boy on the other side of the door.

We tumbled into the room and both fell; I on top of Draco. The door slammed shut and a big padlock appeared on the door, but without a lock.

“Okay OW!” Draco burst out and looked down himself, unable to see me, seeing as the cloak was still covering my body. It only took him a couple of seconds to figure out that it was me, seeing as he was very well aware that I had the cloak. “What the hell was that for?” He hissed and tried to get away from where he was lying underneath me.

“I’m sorry!” I gave him my apology and rolled off him, pulling the cloak off. “I just felt I had to hurry when I saw the door appear. I didn’t want to blow my chance…” I whispered with my gaze turned down to the ground.

“Your chance…?” Draco asked and sat. “To run me over? Crash into me? Or simply to knock me down?”  He said and shook his head.

“I just…”I exhaled heavily before continuing. “I was just hoping to find you here… I can’t go on like this… Look at me, I’m miserable!” I said, making a frustrated, heartbroken gesture with my arms and looked up at him, with teary eyes.

Draco looked shortly at the locked door, before turning back to me. “Well… It seems we’re trapped in here, so we could probably talk about it now, when no one of us is really able to leave.” Draco shifted to make himself more comfortable. “To be honest I only got here, because I hoped you’d be here.” He finished with his eyes locked on mine, only looking away for a split-second.

“What?” I felt my head heat up a bit at Draco’s words.

“I’ve been going here the past days, whenever I had the chance. I hoped to find you.” He said. “Harry I’m sorry! Can you forgive me?” Draco was suddenly sounding like all the worlds sorrows were on his shoulders. “I should never have let you down.” His eyes were blank as he finished the sentence.

“I don’t know what to say…” I murmured when my nails suddenly became very, VERY, interesting.

“Please say you forgive me?” He said and placed a hand underneath my chin, to pull my head up and tried to catch my eye, though he didn’t get to, before;

“Oh, Draco! Of course I do!” I threw myself into his arms and felt his arms wrap around me. “I just… I…” I sobbed a little, close to starting to cry.

“I know… I know!” He whispered against my hair and started to gently rock back and forth. I had found my Draco again. The Draco that had been telling me, that we couldn’t be together and had made a fool of me in the halls, over and over again. That wasn’t my Draco. This was.

“I just…” I started and enjoyed the touch and the scent of Draco. “I just really, really, love you, Draco!”  There it was, I confessed… Oh, I just confessed! I tensed a little in the embrace of Draco, when I realized what I had just said.

I looked up at him and saw that he had his head turned down to me, with a little smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “I love you too Harry!” He said, took a deep breath and leaned down, closing the distance; placing a feather like kiss on my lips.

I felt my body explode from the touch, my one hand finding its way to Draco’s hair, fisting “Please don’t leave” and pulling him back down, when he had made to pull away from the kiss.

When I finally released my hold in his hair, he pulled away, opened his eyes and looked down in my eyes. “But you know we have to agree on how we’re gonna do this, if it’s ever gonna work, at all!” He said with a faint smile, cupped my cheek with his one hand and stroked it with his thump.

“I know…” I whispered. “But couldn’t we just…” I was trying to find the right words, to say what I wanted to say, without sounding like a total pervert. “Couldn’t we just enjoy this moment, before we have to be torn back to reality of the world, where we’re actually supposed to want to… You know… Kill each other…” I finished with a smile to the boy, in who’s embrace I was resting at that moment.

That was the moment when he smiled at me with those beautiful eyes, right before he closed them and leaned down to me again, joining out lips in a sweet kiss.

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