The A/N is really long, I know. But this is the first chapter of my first story, so please bear with me. I promise it will be shortened after the first chapter.

Warnings:

Slash, OOC - this is going to be a H/D fic, so if you have a thing against aggressive!harry and bottom!draco, don't read. (I really don't want to use dom and sub; sounded too extreme. I prefer the Japanese seme & uke.)

Bad English - I've come to this English speaking country for six years, and my English refused to improve to a level that I wanted it to be. The only advice I'm getting seems to be "read more, write more". So here I am, second stage of my genius plan to success in English language. (I think I have read enough please insert "slash" right here to be writing this.)

I would love to receive suggestions as to grammar, spelling, diction (huge problem here; never seem to find the right word I'm looking for), writing style, etc, etc. But please don't flame me saying "Your English sucks!" or something like that. I KNOW!!!

I've read over my notes (story outline, scenes I've written, etc.) and found it oddly familiar. Please believe me when I say I did not intend to copy any of the fics out there. But there are so many H&D fics that it's really hard to come up with original plots… and I'm not a very creative person, sorry.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, I don't have to worry about failing English. That means no.

~*~*~*~

Chapter One - The First Day

Rapid footsteps echoed through the empty corridor; heartbeats pounded painfully against his chest. He cannot believe what just he just heard. Well, this is finally happening, isn't it?

Harry increased his already fast footsteps, hoping to get to Dumbledore as soon as possible. He was oblivious to the dark figure leaned against the wall, until that figure spoke up.

"Why, Potter, you must be very excited. Another chance to show off your heroism, hmm?"

There stepped into the candlelight, sneering, was Draco.

He knew Harry would go run to Dumbledore the instant he heard the news. What he didn't understand is that why he felt he needed to stand here, wait for Harry. He couldn't explain the urge to see him, talk to him, when they would probably end up in a pointless fight. Was he concerned for the boy? Of course not…

"Shut up, Malfoy. And get out of the way. I don't have time for this."

"Of course you don't. You are too busy getting yourself killed." If they had listened carefully, they would find that it sounded more like worry than sarcasm. But neither of them did.

"I said, shut, up. You don't want me to shut you up."

"Oh, yeah? Like how?"

"Like this." (1)

Harry didn't know what made him did that. He only knew that he might very well die the next day, so why bother listening to his brain when his heart's desire had been ignored for so long?

He grabbed Malfoy by his shoulder, shoved him against the wall and… kissed him.

It wasn't a lover's kiss, either. It was meant to be a punishment, pouring his anger, frustration… and unintentionally, his desperation and desire, into the kiss. He kissed him deeply, ravishing his mouth, seeking something that even he didn't know of.

Draco's eyes widened in shock, too stunned to have any reaction. He hadn't expected Harry to really "shut him up". Well, he had. He expected Harry to punch him, hurt him, but not this. Not that he didn't like it…

He had dreamt of Harry, dreamt of this before. And he knew Harry did, too. But he just never thought it would become reality. Sometimes, in Potions class, when Snape is giving an extremely boring lecture, he'd find Harry staring at him, dreamily; something sparkled in his eyes that looked only too familiar. Something that he found looking at the mirror, in his own eyes, after thinking of the boy that is now currently sucking his tongue out.

Only the difference between his fantasies and reality is that he should be the one that sucked Harry's tongue out, not the other way around. Mind set, he tilted his head slightly and kissed Harry back.

The last reaction Harry expected was this. He was even surprised at the time length of Draco's shock state, allowing him to kiss him for that long before slapping him right on the face.

Draco took advantage of Harry's start and gripped his shoulder, rolled both of them around so that now Harry's back was pressed against the wall. His grip on Harry's shoulder tightened, his other hand came up around Harry's neck, pressing their mouths closer, battling for dominance.

After Harry gotten through his shock, he was fully enjoying himself, the purpose of his being here totally forgotten. (2) In fact, he was enjoying this a little too much. His arms wrapped around Draco's waist, rubbing and seeking for flesh. The end of Draco's shirt was pushed upwards, revealing creamy white skin. Harry flattened out his palms, caressing the incredibly soft and smooth skin under his hand, almost lost in the silky sensation. Nothing in his fantasies could compare to the real sensation of having his palms against Draco's beautiful skin.

Satisfied at when he found, he pushed the blonde against the small of his back, aligning their bodies perfectly and tightly together.

He heard Draco's gasp, at his erection poked against his thigh, or at his hand that was currently exploring beneath his pants, he didn't know.

Smirking against Draco's lips, which Draco noted highly un-Harry and wickedly good on him, Harry turned them around again.

Before Draco could protest, Harry ripped the neck of his shirt open, revealing his delicate and, to Harry, delicious shoulder. He trailed kisses along Draco's jaw, sucking at the soft and sensitive skin on his neck, creating countless love bites. Hmm… Draco's skin tasted wonderful, like vanilla, creamy and soft.

Draco thrown his head back violently and moaned, hitting the back of his head of his head on the wall in the process, but he didn't care. Harry was fire, every inch of his body that came in contact with Harry's body burned scorchingly, and the parts of his body that weren't contact with Harry's body was icily cold, waiting to be warmed.

This is not how he imagined it would be. He should be doing all these wonderful things to Harry. But…

'I will…' Draco's thought was stopped by a gasp escaping from his lips. He was sure that the place Harry just sucked on would leave a very visible love bite tomorrow.

'Get my revenge…' more gasps. Harry was nibbling on his exposed skin.

'Later…'

By now Draco had already forgotten what he was going to do later.

Harry smiled evilly against Draco's skin. Not exactly what Draco expected, hmm?

His tongue continued to trail along the hollow area on Draco's shoulder, all the way to the end that joined with his arm, took it with his mouth and bit slightly on it.

Draco made a small sound that sounded suspiciously like a mewl.

Harry almost laughed, despite his mouth full of Draco's shoulder. That was cutest sound he'd ever heard. He traced the outline of Draco's bone in his mouth with his tongue slowly, and Draco shivered violently. Harry could actually felt Draco's legs trembling against his own. He was sure that if he weren't pressed against him, Draco would be falling to the floor. Draco liked it, whether he admits it or not.

As he reached for Draco's trousers and fumbled with his belt, he heard Ron's voice calling him.

"Harry? Are you here? Where are you? I thought you were going to see Professor Dumbledore…" It sounded like Ron was a several corridors away, looking for him.

Harry couldn't imagine what would happen if Ron saw what he was doing now.

As if Ron's voice has awaken him from a dream, Harry pushed himself off Draco roughly, stumbled back clumsily, as though suddenly Draco was some kind of disease.

"Oh God, what was I doing?" He mumbled under his breath, not daring to look at the boy in front of him, and fled towards the direction of Ron's voice.

Draco didn't even look at the direction of Harry, and slowly slid down the wall, as his trembling legs couldn't hold his weight anymore. He was still panting heavily, gasping for air, but his body became unbearably cold without Harry's' touch.

Hands covering his furiously beating heart, Draco repeated Harry's question in a whisper, "What were we doing?"

He started bumping his head against the wall. This time, intentionally.

~*~*~*~

1. This is REALLY old. But I needed for them to have some "action". And I'm running out of ideas. So as soon as I thought of a better reason for the "action", I'll rewrite it.

2. I know it's pretty weird that Harry could forget that his life is in danger, even when he is snogging with Draco. But this chapter is more of Draco's point of view, I will explain more Harry's view in next chapter, when he look back at the kiss. I just didn't think it would fit well in here… you can't think straight when you are snogging.

My story outline told me that I should talk about the war in this chapter, but this seems like a perfect place to end the chapter, and I really don't want to start off by talking about the war, so I guess I will leave that to the next one.

Anyway, I liked to start things from the beginning, and describe how they develop their feelings for each other… But hey, I've only got seven days! And since they already knew each other, so I can't really write "love at first sight". So just bear with me, pretend they already like (or lust) each other, all right? I promise on the next story (if I were ever going to write one) I'll write about how they came to like each other…

That's all. Please review!!! Tell me if I used the correct words, if my spelling is correct (I did use spell check, but you can't really trust those, can you?), if I miss any verb tense, if I have too many run-on sentences, if this is totally not worth reading because is tooooo old (I have very few creative bugs in my brain)…etc. But please look at my warnings before flaming me, otherwise I'm going to ignore you.