DracoxHarry One-shot, rated T for now. Probably going to continue with it and turn it into a full story if you guys like it. R/R please

I do not own these characters, they were all made up by the wonderful and talented J.K. Rowling.

Harry couldn't sleep. It was a stormy night and Harry was kept awake with the rain constantly lashing against the windows and the howling wind that was rattling the windows. It didn't help that his dorm had a drafty window, which let in so much cold air that Harry felt there was no difference in the temperature between inside and outside. He was thinking about Cho and all that had happened between them. He just couldn't figure out why she couldn't just be with him and forget about Cedric. What Hermione said about her conflicted feelings made sense, but Harry didn't know if he could handle someone that emotionally unstable. He began to wonder if he would ever really find someone who could love him and want to be with him, especially when he was the biggest target of the darkest wizard there ever was. Filled with self-loathing and depressed feelings, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep at all tonight. He was usually not so morose, but the events of the day just made him feel worse, even though his interview for the Quibbler was a success. He felt like there must've been something wrong with him, because no-one seemed to like him romantically. He was sure Hermione was meant for Ron and Ginny had a boyfriend, and really, were there any other girls in his life? I'll just be alone for the rest of my life, he thought.

He knew he wasn't going to get any sleep so he got up out of his bed, slipping on his robe and sneakers and quietly crept down into the common room. He was feeling reckless and lonely so he didn't even think about grabbing his invisibility cloak to keep him from being caught. He would probably welcome it, unless it was Snape, of course.

He wandered around the castle, not even thinking about where he was going. He vaguely recalled passing the charms corridor and felt his legs take him up and up until he was in the astronomy tower. He walked out to the railing and looked out over the castle. It was a bit chilly, but not too bad. He saw an owl swoop by and start a heading towards the owlery, some rodent caught in between its claws. Just as he watched the owl disappear into the night, he heard a soft rustle behind him.

Heart beating fast, he whipped his head around, his eyes widening in shock at what he saw. It was Draco Malfoy, and he was just casually standing near the door, leaning against a pillar, watching Harry. Now, Harry was confused for a couple of reasons. One was that Draco wasn't even sneering at him or insulting him in any way, just quietly watching him. Secondly, Draco Malfoy was watching him. He was just looking at Harry-and looking and looking. He was wearing an expression that Harry couldn't identify-or maybe one he didn't want to. He had a soft look on his face that made him look younger and more vulnerable, but the way he held his arms casually across his chest showed he was wary and closed up, conflicted. Harry opened his mouth in surprise, about to speak, when Draco said,

"Hey, Potter"

There wasn't the usual amount of scorn in his voice as when he usually said Harry's name.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" said Harry.

"I was the one who was here first. It's not my fault you have the eyes of blind man and didn't see me here." said Draco.

Harry was bewildered. He hadn't even stopped to look around when he got up here and he concluded he must have missed Draco when he walked by.

"Whatever," said Harry, "I'll just be leaving now."

"Wait" said Draco, "…It's alright if you want to stay, I don't really mind."

For the third time that night, Harry was completely shocked. Not only did he find Draco watching him and have a normal conversation with him, but now Draco was pretty much asking Harry to hang out. He didn't know how to deal with this nicer, softer version of Draco. He figured it really wouldn't be that bad staying up here. They didn't have to talk or anything and it was peaceful and nice out. It was also kind of nice to have someone else there, especially when he was still in such a bad mood about Cho.

Just as he was contemplating staying, the clouds in the sky shifted. The moonlight spilled down over Harry and Draco. Harry couldn't help but notice the way the light fell over Draco's hair and eyes, making them sparkle. He felt this softening of his features made Draco quite attractive, and the way that he was staring at Harry made him think Draco was thinking the same things…

Wait, what? Did he just think Draco was attractive? There was no way that could happen, even in his depressed mood, right..? He and Draco were sworn enemies, ever since the day they met. This night under the moonlight didn't change anything and Harry was doing his best to hide the chills he had while looking at Draco. Realizing he was staring, Harry quickly looked away and covered up his confused feelings with anger, and said,

"I'm going."

He started towards the door but Draco was faster. He had Harry pinned up against the wall, holding him there with his full weight. Draco stared into Harry's eyes with the same look he was wearing when Harry had first caught him staring, but Harry couldn't guess what the look was. Draco's eyes also held a little of the scorn ad malice he usually looked at Harry with, and Harry was about to speak when Draco said angrily,

"Where do you think you're going, Potter?"

Harry struggled against the pin, but he realized there was no way he could break the hold. Draco was much stronger than Harry thought he was, and Harry could feel the muscles in Draco's arms flexing as he held Harry down. Harry also realized he could feel Draco's hard stomach pressed against his own, and he felt the urge to press his against it, to explore the hard muscle beneath Draco's pale skin.

Harry was very scared by now, both from how his body was reacting to Draco's proximity, and the look in Draco's eyes. They were pressed very close together and Harry knew if he shifted just an inch, his lips would brush against Draco's…He couldn't believe he really just thought that, but his mind was kind of hazing over. He recognized this as the feeling he got when he had kissed Cho, but it was not this strong. His mind was telling him he had to get out, but his body wanted other things. It was screaming to just tilt his head and close that space between their lips, and to run his hands through Draco's silky hair. He could feel his hurried heartbeat against his chest, and he could also feel Draco's, which, Harry realized, was beating just as quickly as his own. He needed to get out before something happened. Harry tried to break the eye contact, and began to try and convince Draco to let him go, but he knew his own voice wasn't very convincing. It was weak and slightly filled with fear and desire, and he knew this wasn't working. He wished he knew why Draco was doing this…they were enemies! Though, Harry could tell this was also affecting Draco the same way. Harry thought he saw the lust in Draco's eyes too and he was surprised at how much it turned him on. He liked girls…didn't he? There was no denying what was going on, so Harry knew this was his last chance. He took one last shove and panted out,

"Let me up, Draco!"

Harry's use of Draco's first name seemed to spark something in Draco. Harry saw his eyes close and didn't register what was happening until he felt Draco softly pressing his lips against his own. His world seemed to explode as the sweetest sensations crept over him. His own eyes closed and he began to work his own lips against Draco's. It felt so amazing, he thought, so much better than Cho's kiss. Draco's lips were still quite soft, but they felt rougher against his own, and Harry decided he loved that feeling. He felt Draco press harder up against him, but he allowed Harry to move his arms, which Harry promptly ran through Draco's hair. It felt as silky and soft as he imagined. He felt one of Draco's hands come up to cup his face and the other on his lower back. Those simple touches seemed to do so much to Harry and he tried to pick up the intensity of the kiss. He opened his mouth a little and slowly ran his tongue over Draco's bottom lip. Draco moaned in pleasure, and after hesitating for a second, let Harry in. Harry used his tongue to slowly explore Draco's mouth, and it was more sweet rather than hot and heavy-though it was still a kiss filled with 15 years of desire. Draco's tongue came out and met Harry's and their tongues dueled while their hands began roaming each others bodies, exploring as much of each other as they could. He could feel Draco moaning beneath his mouth, and decided he wanted to hear more of it. He slid his hands over Draco's chest, arms, and ass and when Draco whispered his name, Harry tightened his hold on the blonde boy.

Harry was lost in the bliss and hardly noticed when he heard the shuffle of feet coming up the stairs beside them. His mind was slowly registering something was wrong when he felt Draco starting to pull away. When Draco pulled his lips off of Harry's, it was like he was splashed with cold water. He looked in Draco's beautiful grey eyes, and he could see his own lust and fear mirrored in his face. He was also surprised to see that the usual wall of menace and anger was gone from his features, leaving a vulnerable, lovely looking teenage boy, one who hasn't had to deal with the things he had. Before he could move, Draco grasped his arm and they both darted out of sight, crouching in the shadows.

They saw Filch shuffle in, holding a lantern out, presumably doing his nightly rounds about the castle. They knew being caught out at night was bad, but being caught in the astronomy tower at night was like suicide: it was a notorious hook-up spot, which was not approved of. Harry felt Draco stiffen as Filch passed by, but they were lucky because he didn't seem to be on high alert tonight. They were also lucky Mrs. Norris wasn't with him, for she would have sniffed them out right away. After one last sweep of the tower with his beady eyes, Filch walked back inside and Harry let out a sigh of relief.

He looked over at Draco and saw he was smiling slightly. Harry remembered the way Draco's soft pink lips had moaned his name and the way those lips had felt against his own, and his desire picked up again. He didn't care that this was Draco Malfoy, one of his biggest enemies-he wanted more.

Harry reached for Draco's hands, meaning to pull him in for another embrace, but Draco pulled back. Harry was hurt for a moment, then looked into Draco's eyes. He saw confusion there. He could see the desire trying to push through, but Draco was fighting it. He averted his eyes from Harry and stood up. Harry scrambled up after him.

"Draco, what-?" said Harry, but Draco cut him off.

"Don't"

"Don't what?"

"Don't ever do…that again." said Draco, angrily, "I mean it. If you do, I'll hex you until you're unrecognizable. This was just nothing and it will never, ever happen again"

Harry didn't know what to say. And when he looked into Draco's eyes again, he could see that wall of misery and anger was back up. He watched as Draco moved towards the door, but before he could step through the door, Harry cried out,

"It meant something, and you know it! Don't just leave it like this!"

Harry saw he saw a flash of something in Draco's eyes-pain, sadness-but it was gone in a second. Draco slightly shook his head and disappeared through the door.

Harry leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. What the bloody hell just happened? He had just had a make-out session with Draco Malfoy, and as hard as he'd deny it, he liked it. The feeling of Draco's hard, lean body pressed against his own was the most wonderful feeling Harry had ever experienced. And Draco's perfect lips on Harry's caused stirrings in him that he never felt anytime while thinking about a girl. He knew this had to mean something and he had to do something about it.

He wasn't going to give Draco up that easily.