A/N: Hello, all! This is my first ever fan fiction, so I am very willing to take any criticism… if you give me flames; I probably will just laugh, because I'm a strange person. Anyways, if you think this chapter is a pile of shit, then I won't continue the story (I have plenty more in my head) and if you like it, that's good because I already wrote the next three chapters! big smile Yes, I am a nerd. So please, please review I will be eternally grateful if you do…I'd like to thank my sister for being a super reviewer of my story! Sorry if this is a short chapter, I wanted to leave it off at a semi-cliffhanger type thing…

Disclaimer: No, sadly I do not own Harry Potter; I just mess with J.K's amazing characters.

Chapter one: I seem to be stuck, Potter

It was a chilly October day, moments before the bell, and there Draco was yet again- running late for his Transfiguration class. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed another Gryffindor boy running, full speed in his direction. His eyes shot open in surprise just as he ran smack into another body. "Oomph!" Both boys fell onto the floor in a heap. As pain rolled over him, Draco wearily opened his eyes. "Gah!" he blustered, finding himself staring directly, in the eyes of the last person he would like to see when he was so clumsy. "Potter! Do watch where you're going, you stupid oaf!" Draco shouted.

Harry glared at him and sighed, "Draco, get off me."

Oh crap... Draco slowly realized their position and a look of horror came upon his pointed face. Yes, Draco Malfoy was straddling the 'Boy- Who- Lived'. Oh god. He had both his hands on either side of Saint Potter's head and he quickly pushed himself into a sitting position- much to his dismay, he still had one leg on either side of Har—Potter's hips.

All their books lay scattered about the floor. Draco groaned and tried rolling off Potter but something was preventing him from doing so. He looked down and realized that his robe had managed to get caught on Harry's belt buckle. "Potter, it appears that I'm stuck." Draco muttered, turning to look at Harry.

"Well that's lovely." said Harry bitterly.

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Sitting up, Harry attempted to get his belt buckle free of the robe, but it was extremely stubborn and didn't appear to be going anywhere. Harry tried to stand up, but almost fell back over again, seeing as he was still attached to Malfoy, who was sitting down. This proved to be a difficult task, but he managed to keep his balance. Harry let out of sigh of frustration. "I just can't seem to undo this!"

"Here, let me do it Potter, you're obviously not competent enough for this 'task'." Draco sneered. He rose a bit so he was kneeling on the ground and started working at the tangle; he then came to an obvious conclusion. He started to unbuckle Harry's belt hastily. Doing so he happened to brush against Harry softly, causing Harry to make a strange strangled sound in his throat. Draco paused and looked up to see Harry breathing shakily. Draco smirked. "Alright there scar-head?" he asked softly.

The Gryffindor gulped but then managed his usual icy glare saved especially for Malfoy, and, on occasion, Snape. Their glaring contest was cut short, as Seamus Finnegan rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Harry and Draco whipped their heads around looking at the startled boy.

It then dawned on Harry what this must look like; alone in the corridor, Malfoy kneeling in front of Harry and his hands…Oh my god. "Seamus! This isn't what it looks like!" Harry blurted out. But Seamus turned on his heel and stalked away angrily. "Damn." Harry whispered.

Harry then realized that he no longer felt the warmth of another body present and saw that Draco, too, was stalking down the corridor quickly; obviously Malfoy had managed to free them without him noticing. Harry quickly buckled his belt, grabbed his books, and rushed down the hallway. He could only imagine how late he was for class.