*squee!* This is my first story, like ever, so ya'll have to review! And don't be shy with critique. Oh! and this story wasn't beta-ed so tell me about any mistakes and I'll fix them. And... it's rated T but it might go up later *wink, wink* THIS IS YAOI, SLASH, BOY LOVE, PENIS etc. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. It's going to be a 3 shot, but school might get me tied up and it might take me awhile to update.

Okay. Since I got that out of my system...

All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. If I owned them, Fred would have lived and Harry and Draco would have got it on.

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Harry had an eerie feeling that something was going to happen that day.

He had felt it that morning as he stumbled out of his four-poster and pulled on his pants on the wrong way.

He felt it as he stuffed the horrible plant like thing in his pot in Herbology.

He continued to feel it as he watched, almost reluctantly, as Hermione and Ron swapped spit during free period.

Now all The Boy Who Lived could do was wait.

It was going to be a long day.

Naturally, by the time he was in Potions, he was practically pissing his pants with anticipation.

"Harry....? Are you okay? You seem kind of out of it." Hermione asked gently.

Harry was pissed at both of his friends for ignoring him the whole day. He was sensitive, dammit.

"I just have this weird feeling, that's all." Harry answered darkly.

Obviously, they both knew that it was a total understatement, because Hermione gave him her signature dirty look that she usually reserved for Malfoy.

Hm. Malfoy.

Lately, Harry had been thinking about The Slytherin Prince a bit differently. After they decided that their constant fighting was retarded at the start of 4th year, things had been definitely Awkward Turtle. Every time they passed in the hallway they would glance at each other and nod, acknowledging that the other wizard was there. Once, they had brushed shoulders, and Harry had gasped at the jolt he felt shooting through his body. He though nothing of it, but when he started having those dreams....

Harry shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He wasn't going to get total boner in front of everyone, he made sure of that.

Eventually, Snape finally came into the classroom and started rambling about one thing or another, and Harry was close to drifting off to sleep when he felt the professor's presence to his left.

"Mr. Potter? Would you care to join us?" Snape drawled.

Slowly, Harry lifted his head and nodded, testing the waters. Apparently, that pissed Snape off and the Potions Master started going off on one of his evil rampages. In the end, an extremely difficult potion was assigned to the whole class and Snape was putting people in pairs.

" Weasley and Zanbini, Granger and Parkinson, Longbottom and Crabbe, and The Boy Who Thinks He Can Do What He Wants and Draco."

Oh. Shit.

Harry sighed as he dragged his cauldron over to Draco's table and felt his vision dim and his brain go fuzzy as he caught sight of Malfoy. The teen had grown into his once pointed, harsh face and he looked god-like. His features were soft, but masculine. His bangs fell just under his eyebrows, which were also perfectly arched. The boy's body was lean and muscular from Quidditch and he had a good 2 inches on Harry. But his best feature was his eyes. They were as expressive as he was, turning from a steel silver when he was upset to a soft gray when he was happy. The candle light in the dungeon made his pale skin glow and Harry dreamed of how soft that skin looked, felt...

"Um, Potter? I know I'm sexy and shagadelic and all that, but can you stop staring?" Draco asked in a annoyed tone.

Harry flushed a deep red and replied, "Sure. Sorry. By the way, there's something on your face."

"WHAT?!?! Where is it! GET IT OFF!", Draco squealed in a girly voice and swatted at his face. The cool and collected Malfoy had left the building.

Harry started laughing loudly at the comic scene before him and as he wiped away his tears of glee he said "Wow, Malfoy, I can't believe you fell for that. Seriously, you act like such a drama queen."

Draco huffed and retorted back,"Well, at least I'm not some scrawny show-off."

"Oh, Malfoy, I'm so offended. Watch as I cry in the corner."

"Whatever, Potter. You think you're all noble and brave. That's a load of crap. If I made a bet with you right now you'd chicken out and run to your mum. Oh yeah, that's right. She's dead."

The Boy Who Lived tried to ignore his Potions partner's comments as he blindly cut up his spider legs. He was not going to let Draco get to him, that's for sure. But that last comment had stung.

After a few minutes, Harry spoke up again.

"Fine. What is it?"

"What is what?" Draco replied in slight confusion.

"What is the bet you were gonna make? I'm curious to know." And maybe, Harry thought, I might go through with it. To, you know, teach Malfoy a lesson.

"Well, um, er..." Honestly, Draco hadn't really thought of a bet, but since Harry had asked he tried to think of something. He desperately looked around the room to find a distraction, and caught sight of Pansy staring at him in the process. She winked, and he inwardly groaned. Her outfit was horrid today; she had somehow made the standard Hogwarts uniform even worse. Heh. That gave Draco an idea.

"Aha! The bet was, um, that you couldn'tspendthedayinagirluniform." Malfoy said the last part in a rush, and Harry responded with a look of utter confusion.

" What I said was that you couldn't spend the day in a girl's uniform." Draco cringed at the awkwardness of the last part, and wished that he hadn't said anything in the first place.

It took a while for Harry's brain to process the information, and when it did, the expression on his face said what his brain thought.

Aw, hell no.