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“Maybe that’s because I actually care about what others feel sometimes, Malfoy.” Harry sent a glare his way before getting up with the intent of leaving the room.

Harry started to walk away but was stopped and spun around so that he was eye to eye with an affronted Veriae. He barely had time to register the black silken wings that had ripped holes in the back of another of Draco’s shirts, before he was brought back to the swirling silver eyes.

“Don’t ever assume things you do not understand, Potter,” Draco hissed, releasing his hold on Harry’s shirt slightly. He started slightly, realizing that there would be a problem, as he felt the bond—which had been stretched out of proportion by Harry’s denial of it— contract happily right as his mouth crashed onto Harry’s own.

Power shot through them, joyfully dancing through their veins as it resettled both itself and the bond that had been forged by their first kiss. Its power coursed through them and seemed to take on a life of its own as two tongues entwined around each other like living snakes.

It ended abruptly as Draco pushed Harry away from him.

“What was that?” Harry gasped.

“The bond just resorted itself,” Draco breathed. “You had it so out of proportion it went a little overboard. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go wash your taste out of my mouth.”

Harry watched Draco leave, one hand rising to touch where the magic had connected them for a moment.

I wasn’t supposed to enjoy that…was I?

Harry woke the next morning to a rather slurred: “Potter, kindly remove your hair from my mouth,” so he couldn’t say that his day started off in the best of ways. And then the thoughts of that kiss or whatever it was the night before came crawling into the back of his mind. The worst part was that he’d enjoyed it, and there was no way to rationalize it this time. It wasn’t just a kiss that had been done well. No, Harry Potter had enjoyed a kiss with Draco Malfoy. Bond-prompted or not, bond-enhanced or not, there was no way around it. But what did that mean? Harry could still very easily hate Draco. In fact they’d yelled at each other that morning. But he couldn’t deny that whatever that kiss was, it had definitely turned him on. That could just be teenage hormones though…but the last time could have been teenage hormones as well and he had not reacted in the same way.

And then half way through his afternoon class he got a thought. Maybe it was just the bond resettling itself that had affected him that way. Yeah. That would make sense. But the only way to test it would be to kiss Draco again…and exactly when had he decided to call Malfoy “Draco”? Oh well, back on thought. The only way to confirm anything would be to kiss Draco Malfoy. But how could he do that without starting another problem? Like Draco actually thinking that Harry might like him, or maybe the bond would go crazy because of it.

But the question persisted in his mind throughout the day. In fact, it persisted in the minds of both boys though neither admitted it to the other. And yet the only way for either of them to work anything out would be for them to kiss again, right?

Wrong. But it took them another week to find that out.

Chapter 15: Problems with Magical Currents

Draco woke to find himself in a rather strange position on his bed, strange because he wasn’t sure why he was still on his bed to begin with, seeing how most of him was in fact draped over the right side of it. Yet for some reason he remained in this position instead of toppling to the floor as gravity dictated he should. It was while he was pondering this that he became aware of the fact that his arm was rather numb…his left arm had almost no feeling in it…was that healthy? Draco attempted to defy gravity a bit more by craning his neck over the top of the bed in order to see why his arm was in that condition. His eyes widened slightly as the reason trickled into his brain, but then the other person in the bed shifted, loosening their grip on his arm…and gravity did the rest.

Harry Potter woke to a dull thud and then a sullen “Ow”. Frowning, he blinked twice and registered where he was. In Draco’s bed…again. But there was no sign of Draco himself. He’d ended up not being able to hate Draco enough before bed every night this week, so this was not a rare occurrence. Harry blamed those confusing feelings he got whenever he thought about the blond in any abstract or fleeting form. They were really starting to bother him.

Another thing was bothering Harry…well two things were bothering Harry. One was the strange taste he had in his mouth and the other being the blanket of black silk that seemed to be covering everything.

“Oh damn,” Draco muttered from the floor as he too registered the black silk feathers covering the floor. “Molting night again.”

“Molting?” Harry leaned over the bed. “Why are you on the floor anyway?”