Here's you go, after so many months :3 --Vash

Harry stood in a corridor hardly anyone ever used. His mind was foggy and because of that reason he couldn't tell what exact corridor it was. He paced impatiently around. He had snuck out again from the warmth of his bed.

"Where is he?" he murmured to himself impatiently.

He didn't want to get caught. He had enough to deal with from Filch. From behind him Malfoy came in walking slowly,

"Where are your lackeys?" he said in a curious voice. His sudden voice made Harry jump.

"Malfoy" he calmly said turning around to see him.

Not paying attention to the remark about Hermione and Ron, he said in return,

"And yours?"

Malfoy took a step forward, "I told them to stay out of this, I think they know well enough to know I can handle you." he emphasised

"Oh really?"

Harry was getting so annoyed by him, just to look at him, hearing him. Malfoy raised his arms in expectancy,

"You didn't answer my question."

Harry now leaned against the corridor wall knowing this would be insulting to Draco. It pleased Harry every time he managed to piss Malfoy off, it was like eating sweet hot cocoa on a cold day. He fought back a smile. He continued, "I didn't tell them, I wanted to this one on one. And it's not like it's going to be much of a challenge." He said nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.

Sure as hell Malfoy got ticked, he practically stomped his way over to Harry, glaring at him." You think I'm going to go easy on you Potter?!", Malfoy snapped so close to his face that Harry could smell a small hint of lavender on him.

"Are we going to duel or are we going to chat?" Harry spat out of jitters.

Malfoy stood directly in front of Harry, staring into him with his raging blue-gray eyes. How he'd yearned for a moment like this to show Harry that he was to be his. Both boys had snuck out late for a duel, not knowing what to expect. Especially Harry.

'Finally!', Malfoy thought.

Malfoy had been waiting for a night like this for almost two years. He would let Harry know of his lust for him now that they were finally alone together. He'd been having arguments with himself about this whether or not he should but he finally made up his mind this night. He really couldn't contain his lust for Harry anymore.

Harry tried so very hard to avoid looking into Draco's eyes that all he could see was his chin. He couldn't stand having Malfoy this close to him. He imagined that they were like two cats with their hair standing and hissing, both ready to pounce.

Draco stirred something in him. Not just a temper but a feeling he couldn't quite describe, or even understand. Harry didn't care, he didn't want to know, all he wanted was to get this over with. Anger was the strongest factor here at the moment and that was all that mattered.

Harry stiffened as he noticed neither one hadn't moved. He could swear he had heard his heart beat as soon as he felt Draco's warm exhaled breath on him.

Malfoy blocked Harry with his arms on each side of him.

'What is he doing?!' Harry thought cautiously. He couldn't move but had his hand open ready to grab his wand from within his cloak. Harry began to flush at the idea of Malfoy hovering in front of him. And the butterflies he often felt around Malfoy came, making him shiver. And although he knew very well they were butterflies, he half convinced himself the whole thing was just a stomach ache.

Malfoy watched Harry standing looking uneasy. He was rather enjoying it as he loomed in front of him watching his reaction. He his predator and Harry his prey.

Harry couldn't stand the awkwardness and he wouldn't let himself be let a fool of, so he tried to spit out,

" What are you-"

Malfoy cut him off seizing the perfect moment to kiss Harry's full lips.

Harry didn't budge. With his eyes wide open with shock he saw as Malfoy held on to the kiss. His eyes slowly closed. He felt himself melt under Draco. His cheeks burning red.

He knew this was wrong, or was it? He didn't want it to end, but... He was about to reach for his wand and pushed his thoughts away and gave in as he felt Draco's hand running up his back, giving him the oddest sensation and goose bumps.

Malfoy was just as shocked with Harry. He had no idea he would react like this. He actually pictured this moment many times, and he always thought Harry would push him off and run away screaming. He thought it over, 'screaming'...considering he's fought the Dark Lord four times already, the kiss would have probably made those fierce some duels look like a purring kitten to Harry.

He knew the consequences of doing this: humiliating himself, his family name, his father, especially his father since he disapproved of 'fags' as he said.

Every night before this one he always thought of the day this might happen asking himself if it would really be worth it if indeed it did happen.

So he asked himself now,

'Was it worth it?' He thought of it as he licked Harry's bottom lip.

'The fact that he didn't run away, and is still here...Yes it was' he gave a little sinister smile. He heard Harry sigh in, what sounded, delight.

As he shoved Harry against the wall, pressing himself against him, Harry kept nagging himself. He shouldn't be doing this, he just couldn't be doing this. He grabbed his wand. And when Draco kissed him again, he couldn't help but drop it and bring his hands to connect behind Draco's neck.

Draco acknowledged the gesture Harry made and deepened the kiss though he thought he heard footsteps. He tried to pull away to check but Harry really didn't want it to end. Harry pulled him back, pulling on his tie to lure him in.

Once again their lips connected but it was Harry this time who brought them together.

Harry's mind was foggy all he wanted was HIM; the bitchy blue-gray eyed blonde in front of him.

'What am I doing?' Harry asked himself trying to break the fog with rational thoughts.

He finally stopped as he finally caught what Malfoy was hearing. He loosened his grasp on Malfoy's tie.

He quickly slipped away from under him, leaving Malfoy speechless and breathless. Harry and Malfoy heard voices and automatically knew the voices belonged to Crabbe and Goyle.

While picking up his wand he spoke awkwardly, "Looks like your lackeys thought you couldn't handle me" Harry's voice crackled. He flushed as his eyes met up with Malfoy's stunned eyes.

He quickly grabbed his invisibility cloak and left running.

Malfoy just stood as he was, one arm still leaning against the wall, his eyes still fixed on the spot Harry last stood, making a fool of him.