Sideways

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I do not own anything, except maybe my computer, wait, nope I'm renting that too, XD

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Draco rushed up the stairs towards the seventh floor, passing the portraits lining the walls of the empty halls. Finding the entrance to the room he needed, opposite the Barnabas the Barmy tapestry, he slowed down, pacing in front of the section of stone. Concentrating hard on the one thought that had been plaguing his mine for God knows how long.

Harry Potter..

Draco immediately threw the now-present door open, stumbling into the Room of Requirement, falling into the arms of Harry Potter.

"Malfoy? What the fuck are you doing here?" Harry asked, more surprised than angry, even though his arch-enemy and presumed death-eater had just blundered into one of their DA meetings.

"Harry, Umbridge- Inquisitorial- Run- Now!" Draco panted, not worrying that he lay, somewhat romantically in another boys arms. Harry understood right away.

"YOU HEARD HIM! EVERYBODY RUN! UMBRIDGE IS COMING!" Harry yelled promptly concentrating on a much larger door.

Draco grabbed Harry's shoulder to pull himself up to stand, muttering a brief 'thank you' in the raven-haired boys ear, before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room.

Draco tore down the steps, with Harry close in tow, heading towards the dungeons. Harry smiled at the fact that someone as sly as Draco Malfoy, did not use the secret passages, but frowned when he understood why. The Inquisitorial Squad were guarding them fiercely.

Draco pushed Harry behind a statue upon seeing Pansy Parkinson pacing in front of a seemingly random tapestry.

"DRACO! Did you get any of them at the Room of Requirement?" She asked with a hopeful tone.

"No, they had already left. Why don't you go help Umbridge find them, I'll wait here," Her face saddened.

"Ok Draco, see you back at the common room," Pansy skipped off, back up the stairs towards Gryffindor tower.

Draco pulled Harry from behind the statue, dragging him to the tapestry that Pansy was just guarding.

"Summon your cloak, we are going to my dormitory, they wont be looking for you there. Hurry," Draco quipped, not giving Harry a chance to ask for an explanation.

"Accio invisibility cloak," Harry waved his wand, catching the semi-transparent, silvery blur that whizzed towards him. He threw it around himself before Draco pushed him onto the stone slide behind the intricate fabric of the tapestry. They slid down, Harry in front of Draco, his back forced against the blondes chest with the speed of their slide. Landing at the foot of the stone slide, Draco helped Harry up and stepped through a hole in the wall in front of them, hidden by a portrait, into the dungeons.

Walking quickly, making their way through the labyrith of passages making up the Hogwarts dungeons, the two made their way to the Slytherin common room.

"Pureblood," Draco whispered, pulling Harry through the newly made gap it the cold stone wall.

They stepped into the Slytherin common room, a low, long hall with rough stone walls. Large green laps hang from the ceiling, giving the room and eerie green glow.

Draco and Harry moved swiftly through the deserted room, weaving through the many carved chairs littering the floor. Draco led him to his dormitory, which was magically enlarged, allowing a room for every student to call their own. Harry mentally slapped himself for not thinking of this himself.

They got to Draco's door, which was magically locked just like the common room entrances.

"Harry Potter," Draco said, grinning when he sensed Harry's blush.

They stepped into the room, Draco locking the door behind him, and Harry slipping off the invisibility cloak. He set it down on a nearby dresser, and turned to examine Draco's room.

The walls were a majestic emerald-green, and covered in posters of hundreds of rock bands, quidditch teams and, surprisingly, muggle movies. The four poster bed sat neatly covered in a thick, emerald quilt, with about seven large pillows stacked randomly at the head of the bed. Around the room was literally hundreds of muggle-originated items, electric guitars, DVD's, an XBOX and even an iMac. Harry wondered what Lucius would say if he knew of Draco's facination.

Harry walked towards the carved mahogany desk on which the translucent blue computer sat, and finding a small black book, he picked it up and flicked through the pages, wondering what it was.

"…Harry looked so cute today… Harry and the others were planning something… I wish I could join Harry's army… Harry's eyes, no wonder I fucked up in potions…"

Harry froze. This was Draco's diary, he was reading Draco's diary. The only thing that shocked him more than that was that he had the nerve to read it, with Draco in the room with him. Oh shit! Draco is here! He spun round, his cheeks redder than his scarf. Draco was leaning against the wall near the door, a look of amusement and hunger on his perfectly pale face.

"You found my diary, Harry," he said smirking seductively.

"Oh my god, Draco! I'm so sorry! I didn't- wait, you called me Harry,"

"You called me Draco,"

Harry blushed.

"Why is my name written so much in your diary?" Harry asked after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. Draco laughed at Harry's naivety. It seems embarrassment is linked to temporary cluelessness.

"Don't you get it?" He chuckled lightly, stepping closer to a red-faced beauty.

"N-No," God Harry, your supposed to be a Gryffindor, be brave, he's not that cute- Oh fine, yes he is, just don't blush! Harry scolded himself, he was going mad, his brain was arguing with itself.

"You're so cute when you blush," He was so close now, Harry could see flecks of silver in Draco's steely grey, but warm and beautiful eyes. Harry could see the silky blonde hair that fell over his eyes. Harry could see his thin, perfect lips curved up into a sneaky smirk. Harry could see perfection.

"W-What!? I thought-," Harry started, but was cut off when a pair of lips swiftly pressed against his. His eyes shut on impulse as he melted into the kiss. Draco brought his arm around Harry's waist, pulling him closer and opening his mouth to run his tongue expertly along Harry's bottom lip.

Harry's eyes shot open, and he pushed Draco away angrily.

"What the fuck are you doing!" He spat, glaring and the Slytherin. "Why did you kiss me? Why did you tell us Umbridge was coming? Why do you even care? I thought you hated me! And why did you bring me here? What were you going to do? Lure me into a false sense of security then rape me? Tell me!"

Draco was looking at the floor silently, accepting the torrents of hurtful words Harry threw at him. Merlin knew he deserved it. All those years tormenting Harry, all those years, all of the teasing, the ridicule, the smart-ass comments, just to make himself feel better. He was so selfish. It wasn't Harry's fault that his father was evil, practically forcing him to join the dark lord. It wasn't Harry's fault that he had no friends, Crabbe and Goyle couldn't be classed as friends, they were just there, they don't listen. Pansy Parkinson wasn't his friend, she didn't genuinely care about him, she just fawned over him because he was powerful. And Blaise Zabini, he was probably the closest this he has ever had to a friend, sure he listens, but doesn't understand, he's just there, an aquaintance.

Harry had stopped yelling as he saw Draco staring blankly at his shoes, he knew he had broken through the sneering Slytherin's usually strong emotional shield. His heart broke as he saw a lone tear fall from one of Draco's striking-grey eyes.

"Draco, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" He said, stepping forward to embrace the taller boy.

"No, I'm sorry. You have all the right to be suspicious. For years I've been a total git, and then out of the blue I save you from expulsion. I'm sorry. I should explain…,"

"No, its okay, I understand," Harry said, wrapping his arms around Draco's slightly shaking frame.

"Which part?" Draco smirked, quickly regaining his usual smart-ass attitude, but showing hints of compassion.

Harry stepped backwards confused. Draco smirked again.

"Don't worry Harry," Draco said soothingly, once again closing the space between them with searing kiss. This time Harry didn't object, instead he wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. Draco ran his tongue against Harry's lip, and smirked when Harry willingly opened his mouth. Draco explored the hot cavern of Harry's mouth, smiling when he made the raven-haired boy moan.

Draco pulled back smiling, and dragged Harry towards his bed, laughing when Harry tripped and fell on top of him.

"What makes you think you're on top?" Draco sneered jokingly, making Harry blush for a second.

"Who said we were even going to have sex," Harry replied, giggling at Draco's slightly worried expression. "Just kidding,"

"You're evil," Draco smirked, kissing Harry again.

"I was supposed to be in Slytherin," Harry breathed, after they broke apart.

"Yes, well, Silencio!" Draco pointed his wand at the door, then promptly pointed it at Harry. Well, Harry's shirt. "Diffindo!"

"Draco!" Harry laughed, now shirtless, and pulled Draco back down to press his lips violently against the others.

Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, tongues clashing, eyes shut, hands around his soon to be lovers neck.

Draco pulled back to start nibbling at Harry's neck, earning him a small moan from the smaller boy. His finger hooked into Harry's belt, slowly pulling it out of his faded jeans.

"I'm top," Draco breathed into Harry's ear, but Harry didn't care anymore, he just wanted Draco.

They kissed again, Harry running his fingers through Draco's silky hair, Draco exploring every inch of Harry toned chest with his fingertips…

"HARRY!" Ron yelled, violently shaking his best friend out of the best dream he has ever had.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WEASLEY?" Harry screamed angrily. After all, anyone would get angry after missing out on the chance of a lifetime, even if it was a dream.

"He's possessed…" Ron whispered. "Hermione! Hurry! Malfoy has possessed Harry!"

Harry stared at his best friend in confusion? Possessed? Then he remembered what he said. Fuck! I never call him that, Draco does… Wait, I call him Draco… Harry thought, looking around the room aimlessly.

"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" Ron cried, flicking his wand towards Harry, who abruptly froze, falling back against the mattress of his bed, lying as straight as a one of those muggle soldiers with the fluffy hats.

"Ronald! What did you do!" Hermione burst into the dormitory, and upon seeing Harry's condition, screamed at Ron.

"He was possessed, 'Mione. By Malfoy!"

"What!? That's impossible," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Yes he is! He called me Weasley!" he said defensively.

"Harry would never…" Hermione looked down at Harry's pleading eyes. "Oh yeah, Finite Incantatem!,"

"Ron! What the hell was that for!" Harry yelled when he finally regained the ability to move.

"You cant fool me Malfoy! Stupefy!," Ron yelled, lashing out at Harry with his wand.

"Protego! Ron! I'm not Dra- Malfoy! Why would you even think that?"

Ron stopped.

"You were moaning Malfoy's name in your sleep! I thought you were having one of those weird dreams, you know, the one's where someone ends up nearly dying. I thought Malfoy was trying to kill someone! And then when I woke you up, you yelled at me and called me Weasley!"

"Heh, um, sorry about that," Harry said, after a few seconds of thought.

"So was Malfoy killing anyone?"

"No," Harry sighed, he knew what Ron was going to ask next, and he had to think up an explanation quick.

"So what was the dream?"

"I- I don't want to talk about it,"

"Oh come on! It wasn't as if you were dreaming about you and Malfoy, doing it!" He laughed, oblivious to the truth. "So what was it?"

"It was nothing," Harry said with more aggression, with a slight glance at Hermione, who seemed to be sitting there unusually quietly.

She stood up quickly, startling Ron who was trying without avail to read Harry's mind.

"Come on boy's, lets go get breakfast," She said, winking at Harry.

"Great," he mumbled, looking down. "Draco is going to be there,"

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