Author notes: This is the fic which helped relieve my runty bunnies. That's a long story. Anyway, thanks to my lovely betas Maddy (magnumzero), who started this whole mess, and Courtney (deppinthought), and to Liz (lizren) for the therapy. Review PLEASE! I will love you.


Chapter 1: In which Draco makes an alarming discovery

Draco was walking. Walking and thinking. It seemed like that was all he did lately. Ever since school had ended and Draco had come home for the summer, all he could bring himself to do was to walk in the woods, sigh wistfully and think. Think about Harry Potter.

He hadn't been able to get his mind off Harry for months. And as enjoyable as it was, now that school and his time near Harry were over, to fantasize and daydream of scenes between Harry and himself, he missed him. Missed his tousled hair, his bottomless green eyes, his smile, his laugh…everything. Draco would never show this in company, of course. A male Slytherin being in love with any boy was bad enough, let alone being in love Harry Potter. And yet, it was all Draco could do to keep his standard sneer in place around Harry.

Social suicide, thought Draco darkly, thinking of what Pansy would say. He sighed wistfully and kicked a fallen branch in lovesick frustration. It rolled aside to reveal a broomstick. And a very attractive teenage boy with jet black hair and a faded scar on his forehead. Draco's stomach turned over.

"Holy…fuck. Fuck a…fuck. It…I…Harry?" Draco muttered crazily to himself, staggering forward.

He looked around wildly, as though expecting someone to leap out with an explanation, but none came. He knelt at Harry's side, trying to absorb this very strange situation and control his breathing at the same time. His mind raced.

There has to be a logical explanation. Just calm down. A vision! Yeah, that's it. A mirage. A…hallucination. Brought on by…mushrooms. Yeah, mushrooms. Mushrooms…in…the air. And he looked around, as though expecting to see if there were any floating towards him. There were none. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and opened them. Harry was still there. Draco stared around again, looking desperately for…something. Anything. He shook his head. Losing my mind, he thought. Going crazy…mushrooms… He swallowed dryly. His eyes found the broomstick, which was slightly rumpled-looking with tail straws sticking up the wrong way, then the fallen branch that he had kicked aside, then Harry, who had leaves and twigs in his hair. His eyes lingered longer on Harry, traveling from his twiggy hair down his body. Draco shook himself, trying to clear his head of the thoughts and images creeping through this. They always did this at the most inconvenient times, he thought. Then he remembered where he was and who he was kneeling beside. What he was seeing clicked into some sort of logical pattern in his mind.

He fell of his broom, Draco thought hysterically. He was flying and he hit this branch and fell off. He fell off. Gotta get him safe. Gotta make sure he's OK.

Draco, who wasn't aware any more that he wasn't thinking very clearly, took out his wand, pointed it at Harry and said in a slightly quivering voice, "Enervate."

Harry woke, his head pounding. Confused, he took in the unfamiliar woods around him. Then he caught sight of Draco. He blinked dazedly at the handsome blond boy staring anxiously back at him, shocked to see Draco staring at him this way. Harry, of course, was feeling quite the same way as his companion at the moment; his heart pounded, his stomach fluttered. The last he could remember, he had been flying over these woods, which he knew were near the Malfoy Manor, in hopes of catching sight of Draco. Harry had been pining for his secret crush ever since school let out. And here he was on the ground at Draco's feet, covered in twigs and leaves and feeling a quite strange mixture of pain and adrenaline, struggling in his body.

He looked back at Draco's face, and saw the exact same emotional battle taking place. He realized what was so strange about how Draco was looking at him. It was a look of concern, and worry, and the same sort of lovesickness Harry had been feeling all holiday.

Harry's heart beat faster as he stared at Draco. It was what he had been waiting for. A chance to make his move. No disapproving Gryffindor and snide Slytherins around to stop him. But he had to be careful. He thought carefully.

A truly evil plan entered his brain fully formed.

Harry managed to mold his face into a look of pained bewilderment. Letting his voice slip into tones of polite confusion, he said cheefully, "I think I took a rather nasty bump on the head…where am I? And who are you?"

One more author note: Oops. Forgot to do this. Here you go.

DISCLAIMER: None of the characters or anything in this story are mine. JK Rowling totally pwns me in every way.

Wince. Don't gut me.