DPOV

Draco Malfoy watched Harry out of the corner of his eye in the Great Hall. He wondered exactly why it was that he was so attracted to his arch enemy, and decided it must because that since Harry was so utterly unattainable that he just had to have him. It wasn't as if things like this had been unheard of before, two enemies falling for each other.

Yeah, keep dreaming Draco. He'll never want you. He's so straight it's painful, Draco thought. Harry got up from Gryffindor table alone, and Draco decided to follow him. Harry went up the stairs and down a few halls, and Draco thought he was just going to the common room when he ducked into a deserted classroom. Curious, Draco followed stealthily, peering through the crack in the door. What he saw nearly gave him a heart attack.

"Stop, that tickles," Harry giggled as the fifth year boy from Ravenclaw tickled his sides. The boy from Ravenclaw smiled and bent his head to kiss Harry, and Draco couldn't watch anymore. He stood up and walked away quickly, his head spinning. Harry was gay. It was almost unbelievable, but…

Another thought struck Draco. If Harry was gay, then that meant he had a shot with him. All he had to do was steal Harry away from whoever he was with, which shouldn't be too hard. In fact, he knew just how to do it. Draco smiled an evil smile as his plot took root in his mind. This was going to be fun…

HPOV

Harry wandered back to the common room with a silly smile on his face. He always loved the time he spent with Derrick. It made him feel complete, being able to be free with his sexuality in front of someone else. He stopped short as Malfoy blocked his way in the narrow hall.

"Hello, Potter," Malfoy said, an odd smirk on his face.

Harry's eyes narrowed, his earlier happiness evaporating. "What do you want?" he snarled. The odd smirk on Malfoy's lips became more pronounced. "You," he said. "Me?" Harry said, his distaste turning to confusion.

"Yes," Malfoy said. "I want you, as my boyfriend, or I'll tell the whole school the great Harry Potter is queer."

Harry was stunned. He blinked, refusing to understand what Malfoy was saying. How could he have found out? He was always so careful. How did Malfoy find out his most secret of secrets?

"You wouldn't," Harry croaked, his voice hoarse.

"Watch me," Malfoy said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Harry had no doubt in his mind that Malfoy would do exactly what he said. But… be Malfoy's boyfriend? That was almost a fate worse than death. But why did Malfoy even want him? They were enemies.

But… Harry remembered the times when he'd caught Malfoy looking at him with a curious sort of look on his face, almost… hungry. It wasn't so hard to imagine that Malfoy had a thing for him. And that raised another question. What was worse; being Malfoy's boyfriend or having the whole school know he was gay. He remembered the time when, in his second year, the whole school had hated him. It would be like that again, only he wouldn't even have his friends to help him through it.

He debated for a moment, then thought it would be better to be with Malfoy than to have the school know he was gay. Looking at the ground so he didn't have to see Malfoy's look of triumph, he said "Fine."

"Excellent," Malfoy said, his voice much closer. Harry looked up to find himself inches away from Malfoy, and before he could react, Malfoy was kissing him, his lips moving in a forceful, domineering way. Harry, despite his utter hatred for Draco, found himself reacting in a way he never had before. His lips parted on a moan and his arms snaked themselves around Malfoy without a command from Harry. He found himself eagerly pressing himself against Draco while the world melted away around him. There was nothing but the sweet warmth to Malfoy's lips against his, nothing but his hot, demanding tongue probing Harry's mouth.

Harry let out a small sigh of loss when Malfoy pulled away, his blue eyes dark with passion. "You made the right choice," Malfoy whispered as he passed Harry in the hallway, leaving him to think about the startling events that had just happened. He was stunned by his own reaction to Malfoy's kiss. He'd never reacted so strongly to anyone before, though his love history was, admittedly, very small.

He touched his lips gently, where Malfoy had delivered the kiss that had rocked his world so unbelievably. Harry didn't know what to expect with his relationship with Malfoy, but he knew one thing; it certainly wouldn't be boring.