Hi guys! Just wanted to say that I had to get this out. My friend pushed the task of writing HP fanfic on me and I ended up enjoying it. This has quite a few parts since I didn't plan this out like my other stories.

Bear with it please! Enjoy!

And if you are a follower of Criminal Minds One Time Only, I shall update sometime in the next 2 weeks. If not, I am soo sorry. I'm trying! Thank you! Please read and review.

Draco 1:

I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. This imbecile whom I still hated was fast growing to my liking. His shimmering emerald eyes and the way his hair dropped when he walked (more like bounced) down the halls of Hogwarts. I could tell he wasn't enjoying this situation even though he was enjoying this position. His body would tense when it touched mine, he'd pull away. Then he'd relax and we'd touch again, and he'd pull away once more. I purposely leaned back in the narrow broom closet so he could have no choice but to touch me. He huffed and suddenly the hot air on the back of my neck was gone. He was holding his breath. And for a good two minutes too. I turned, well, tried to turn as far as I could and saw that his face was turned away from me. That would explain it.

He tensed again when he noticed I was trying to "make myself comfortable".

"Why did you run in here too, Malfoy?" He hissed quietly. His face was still away from mine.

"I ran in here first, Potter, you followed me," I lied. I ran in after him, not completely understanding the way my mind was turning at the moment.

"You li-" A sliver of light poked through and I could tell it was from the lumos charm. My hand flew over Potter's mouth before I could think and he blushed, his cheeks visible probably even in the dark. Snape had switched duty with Filch which made today the worst possible day to slip out.

After a minute or two of inspecting the classroom, Snape seemed satisfied and closed the door behind him. I heard a click and realization struck across both of our faces.

"We're locked in," Potter said, the sound muffled through my hand. I looked at him and almost felt like hitting him.

"Really now, thank you. I didn't know that. When the door clicked I could have sworn that was Snape tap dancing!" I hissed sarcastically.

Potter shoved my hand off his mouth and the broom closet door opened. He took in a deep breath and sat in the nearest chair. "Could we use the alohamora spell?" he asked.

Why was he being so familiar with me? Surely he hates me, surely I hate him. Why am I not hating this situation?

"I don't know, Potter, what do you think? I'm pretty sure Professor McGonagall's class is alohomora-proof." Isn't he smart? Why is he asking me these questions?

I will update super soon... and when I say soon I mean like today soon :) Have fun reading through this please!