The Incident

A/N: Well, I have been playing around with writing for a while now, and I'm finally going to post things on here. This is a really rough one-shot of what I wish had happened that fateful night in Myrtle's bathroom.

UPDATE: I have had a couple people request for a sequel to this, and I am bored (and hitting a roadblock on something else I have been working on), so I've decided to turn this into a two-shot. I will post the second chapter soon!

I couldn't take it anymore. I thought I could kill him, but I can't, and now he is going to kill my whole family for failing.

I grasped the sink and bowed my head, gasping for breath as the tears flowed down my face.

Moaning Myrtle floated out of the toilet behind me. As soon as she saw me she floated over. "Don't! Don't… tell me what's wrong… I can help you…"

I didn't even raise my head to look at her. "No one can help me," I said as my body began to shake. "I can't do it… I can't… it won't work… and unless I do it soon… he says he'll kill me…"

I continued gasping for air. When I finally raised my head and looked into the mirror, Harry Potter was standing behind me. Of all people to find me crying, it had to be him. I whirled around and fired a jinx at him, but my hand was shaking and I hit the lamp beside him. He shot one back as he dove sideways, but I blocked it. I attempted another but once again I missed my target and hit the bin behind him. Potter almost hit me with the next one, and as I dove towards him to get out of the way of his hex, I completely lost it.

One second I was dodging a hex and the next I was on the ground with Harry trapped underneath me. And then I was kissing him.

To this day, I do not know why I did it. Seriously. I have wanted to practically since I first set eyes on him in Madam Malkin's all those years ago, but I never intended to do anything about it! My feelings for him were my deepest darkest secret. I kept it all hidden underneath my calm Malfoy exterior. So I have no idea why after 6 years of hiding them, they suddenly came rushing to the surface now.

The strangest part was, Harry wasn't pushing me away. At least, he hadn't pushed me away yet. So I decided to take advantage of this position. I swiped my tongue across his lips and ground my hips into his. He seemed to moan without thinking about it, opening his mouth to mine and thrusting back simultaneously. I swept my tongue inside his mouth, and that seemed to finally snap him out of it.

Next thing I knew, I was pushed off of him and landed on my back on the floor next to him.

"What the bloody hell was that!" Harry yelled at me.

I should have given him my best Malfoy sneer and answered scathingly, but I was still in shock that I had finally kissed him. So instead I answered simply. "That was a kiss."

I finally sat up and found him staring at me, his face flushed from anger and embarrassment. "I know what a bloody kiss is, Malfoy."

I raised one eyebrow at him. "Well, you asked me what that was. And it was a kiss."

Harry's face, if possible, got even redder. "I know that!" he snapped. "I meant… I didn't… why did you just kiss me?"

I was managing to regain some of my composure by this point. I rolled my eyes at him before answering. "Well, Potter, most of the time someone kisses someone else because they want to. And it's not like you didn't participate."

Harry stumbled to his feet. The embarrassment seemed to be winning now. "Why did you want to kiss me? You hate me!"

I slowly stood up and brushed my robes off. I was very impressed by my ability to hide my feelings. Because I was feeling happier than I had in a long time because I had finally kissed Harry, but I was also mortified that I had finally kissed Harry. I had to get out of there before I did anything else. I walked to the door of the loo. I couldn't help myself though. I looked over my shoulder and said one last thing before I left.

"I don't hate you. I never hated you."

Oh well. So much for not doing anything stupid.

Ever since I first saw Harry in that robes shop, I knew there was something special about him. Those big green eyes captivated me. So, like the good Slytherin-in-training that I was, I tried to impress him. I did everything that I had seen my father do, but it didn't impress him in the slightest. He even seemed offended! I was shocked.

Of course, once I found out that he was Harry Potter, my father told me that I had to stay away from him. But that wasn't going to stop me. I confronted him on the train and found him sitting with a Weasley, so I tried to steer him away from someone who was clearly so far below him. I knew that there was no way he could turn me down once he found out I was a Malfoy.

But, of course, he was not impressed by me whatsoever. He even picked Weasley over me! From then on I obsessed over him. So to everyone else, it was because I hated him and was trying to destroy him. But I knew the truth.

It had started out innocently. I thought I just wanted to be his friend. By the time I realized what was really going on, I had almost convinced myself that I actually hated him. I blamed him for everything that was wrong in my life.

Of course, I couldn't just ignore the dreams I started having. It started out with just his gorgeous green eyes staring into mine. Of course, they soon… changed. I couldn't stop thinking about him! It was getting ridiculous.

Once my Father was captured and put in Azkaban, I knew it was Harry's fault and I should hate him for it, but it didn't stop the dreams. However, I continued to play my part. I now had my own job to complete, and I wasn't going to drop all of my responsibilities over some silly dreams. So I tried my best to bury my feelings. Because once the Dark Lord gave me my job, I realized that there was no way I could accomplish it. I finally stopped lying to myself about everything: my father, the Dark Lord… and most of all Harry. I finally had to admit to myself that I didn't hate Harry Potter. I loved him.

I hadn't been the most sociable person this year, and since The Incident in the bathroom the other day (as I had started calling it in my head), I had withdrawn from my friends even more. I mean, who wouldn't after finally acting on their secret feelings of six years, on another male, who also happens to be your arch rival, only to get shot down?

"Malfoy! Hey, slow down for a second!"

I was so shocked that someone was calling my name that I turned around before thinking about it. And then I saw who it was.

"What do you want Potter?" I asked as scathingly as I could while turning around and continuing on my way again. I did, however, slow my pace so that he could catch up to me.

"I just want to talk to you," he gasped, out of breath from chasing me through the castle.

I allowed myself to look at him from the corner of my eye. "Why would you want to talk to me?"

Harry snorted. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because you pinned me to the floor of the bathroom and snogged me senseless the other day and I want to know why?"

I shot him a glare. "This is not the place for this discussion." At that, I swept around the corner and led him into an empty classroom. Once inside I leaned against the teacher's desk at the front of the room and raised one eyebrow at him, waiting for him to start the conversation. He was perched on a desk in the front row, looking at the floor. His face had, once again, flushed deep red.

"Well, in the bathroom the other day you just left. I just…. I just want to know why." He was still avoiding eye contact.

"I told you already, Potter. I kissed you because I wanted to," I replied, staring at his face.

He glanced at my face quickly, but once he saw I was looking right at him, he snapped his eyes back to the floor. "I know you did it because you wanted to. I want to know… why… you wanted to. And, well, you said that you never hated me."

I raised both my eyebrows at this. "Yes, I did say that. I was telling the truth. I have never hated you." Quite the opposite, I added in my head.

He looked up at me again and managed to hold my eyes. "Well, just because you don't hate me doesn't mean you want to snog me or something."

"Why are you so curious about this, Potter?" I replied. I knew I was stalling, but I didn't know what else to do.

At this his face colored again, but he maintained eye contact. "Well, I am curious because, well, I… I liked it, okay?"

I couldn't hide the smile that graced my face at this. Harry seemed shocked that I was actually smiling at him, not sneering or smirking or anything else. "Really? You liked it?" I couldn't help asking.

He seemed to be getting annoyed at me now. "Yes, Malfoy, I admitted it. Will you just answer the question now?"

I pushed off the desk and took a couple steps toward Harry. We weren't quite touching, but all I had to do was reach out a hand and we would be. I stared into those green eyes. "I kissed you because I have been wanting to since before I could remember, and I had given up hope of anything good ever happening in my life again. What was taking one last risk?"

Harry was speechless when I finished. However, his eyes had darkened considerably and he was leaning closer to me now. I reached out and ran my fingers through his tousled, dark hair, brushing it out of the way of those gorgeous green eyes. I slid my hand to the back of his neck and paused, looking into his eyes once more. I slowly leaned forward and brushed my lips softly against his.

When I broke away his eyes had fluttered shut and he rested his forehead against mine.

"Bloody hell," he whispered, his breath ghosting across my face. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his waist, bringing us closer together. He slowly wrapped his arms around me.

"Did you mean that? About wanting to kiss me forever?" he asked quietly. I pulled back from him and caressed his cheek with the back of my fingers. "Mal- I mean, Draco?"

My heart leapt when he said my name. "Say it again," I whispered back.

A smile graced his face. "Draco."

I grabbed his face with both hands and proceeded to snog him senseless once again. When I finally pulled back, gasping for air, he was smiling broadly. I stared into those green eyes that had haunted my dreams for the last 6 years, and answered him. "I meant it with everything that I am."

Harry was the one that instigated that kiss.