Author's Note: I tried my very best to keep them in character, but as this is my first HarryxDraco story I have probably failed. Well, be that as it may, I hope you enjoy this little oneshot.

~!~Happy Reading~!~

"Draco, Harry. I need you to say after class. I have a word to say to the both of you."

Harry gulped quietly, but continued to pack his things. Professor McGonagal wasn't the most frightening of the teachers, but she had her moments.

Across the room, Draco caught Harry's eye and promptly performed his impersonation of Harry falling off his broom. Harry's fists clenched. "Oh, Harry. Don't let him get to you." Hermione said, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "He's not worth it."

"Yeah, she's right." Ron said, smiling and nodding at Hermione. They seemed to be over their Scabbers vs. Crookshanks fued for now. "We'll wait for you if you want." he added.

Harry let his eyesflicker to Draco for a moment before saying, "No, it'll be fine. you guys go on to Potions without me, I'll be right behind you."

Ron and Hermione gave him small, supportive smiles and left the room. Harry threw his bag over his shoulder and headed to the front of the room.

"Now," Professor McGonagal started, "I understand that there are differences between your houses,"

Draco scoffed. Slytherin and Gryfindor mixed about as well as oil and water.

"But you need to learn to get along a little better than you have been these last few years."

Draco and Harry exchanged a look, one that Professor McGonagal obviously mistook for detest.

"Draco," She pointed at him. "The next time I catch you faking a fainting spell, in or out of my classroom, I will hand you a detention with Mr. Filch."

Harry smirked.

"And Harry," She rounded on him. "the next time I overhear you and Mr. Weasley plotting about transfiguring Draco into something he is not, I will also give you detention with Mr. Filch."

She handed them both a slip of paper and gave them both stern looks.

"I know Professor Snape is strict on tardiness. Tell him I had you stay after to have a word."

She stood and went quickly to her office.

Draco turned wild eyes on Harry and seized his wrist. "You've made me late for another class!"

"Sorry, Draco." Harry mumbled, shrugging.

"Sorry's not good enough this time, no!" Draco pushed Harry into an empty room. Harry toppled into a few chairs and slumped to the floor, smiling.

"What're you smiling for?" Draco shouted, pulling out his wand. Harry stood and calmly walked across the room to Draco. He pulled the silver-white wand from Draco's grip and pocketed it.

"You're not really mad at me, are you?" Harry murmered into Draco's ear.

"Ahh... N.. No. Not really." Draco said, melting into Harry's touch.

Draco forced his lips into Harry's, claiming his role as Seme. Harry moaned softly as Draco's hand started to travel up his shirt. "Mhh, wait. Ah! Draco!"

Draco wasn't listening, he was deepening the kiss between them, fumbling inside of Harry's bookbag for the little canister of lube. Draco clutched the lube in his hand, smiling into the kiss.

"Draco, Mhh~!" Harry moaned as Draco reached around and started gently masaging his asshole through his pants. "We're... we're late, Draco."

He suddenly straightened, leaving Harry leaning on the table, with half of an erection.

"I'll stay for Christmas." Draco said quietly, tossing the lube back at Harry.

Harry shoved the lube back intohis bag and took Draco's hand. As they rushed to Professor Snape's potions class, Professor McGonagal's words came back to him.

"You need to get along a little better."

Harry almost laughed and squeezed Draco's hand lovingly. If only they knew... He mused silently.

There may or may not be a sequel. If you want one, tell me so. :D

Discalaimer: These characters are not mine and never will be.