Grawp blinked at him for a few seconds, then uncurled his fingers to release Draco, and a split second later, he released Harry. Draco landed on his back, and cried out in pain, for he had just injured his back a few hours ago. Harry fell on top of him, and Draco winced at the heavy weight on his chest. Then the blonde closed his eyes. "Ow..."

Harry looked down at him, his weight still settled on top of Draco's. "Sorry...are you all right?" he said worriedly. He tried ignoring the strange sensation of déjà vu that swept over his body with the blonde underneath him.

Draco moaned, whether if it was pain or pleasure, no one would know. "I...I think so..." he said absently, as he stretched his legs a bit, furthermore, giving them an all more awkward position.

Neither seemed to want to move, and Draco was starting to feel a little dazed by everything that was going on. He had never faced so many different mood scenes with Harry before; one moment, Harry was beating him, then he was comforting him, just recently they had been arguing, and now...well...now he didn't know what was going on.

Their bodies were raging with heat, and the tension was about to snap out of control. Harry felt hypnotized by the soft, pink lips that were drawing to him like a magnet. He felt himself lean lower and lower, until his face was a mere few inches from Draco's. Draco's breath hitched, and he closed his eyes as Harry was just about to take his lips in his.

"Harry! You all right, mate? It's a good thing you landed on top of Malfoy to break your fall! Guess the git really is helpful..." said Ron with a grin.

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July 2010