Draco was patrolling the corridors for what seemed like hours. What was the point in being made prefect if he had to miss out on his much needed sleep at night? He had almost fallen asleep in class again but luckily Potty and the Weasel's cauldron had exploded just in time to stop his head from dropping onto the desk. Yawning loudly he decided he would leave the rest of the patrolling to the two other prefects on duty tonight and head back to his dorms early. He had just started walking back to the Slytherin common room when he heard footsteps approaching. He wheeled around to see a few ghosts floating past behind him. He lowered his wand, sighed, and continued walking back before it clicked in his brain. Ghosts and footsteps?! Unless these ghosts some how had some special feature about them that made them able to tap their transparent shoes on the floor, there was someone standing right behind Draco. They couldn't have moved because the footsteps had stopped as soon as the ghosts had reached the stone wall (which they had easily walked through). Another fact that hit Draco was that he could not see the stranger. There were two possibilities of who the person could be. It could either be a teacher using a disillusionment charm but he immediately ruled that out because they would not need to do that. It not like the teachers had a curfew or anything. That left the second possibility and as Draco decided that it probably was that, he lifted his wand, turned around and used a spell that sent a big gust of wind to where he thought the person would be standing. He was lucky. The silvery blanket fell onto the cold, stone floor, revealing when it did a smaller boy with messily styled black hair and dangerously fiery green eyes. Draco smirked at him. This night had just turned into one of the best nights he had spent patrolling. This was worth missing five hours of sleep every day for the past week. Draco's smirk grew, if it was possible, even wider.
Harry couldn't believe his luck. He could have been caught by several teachers and at least two other prefects but no. As fate would have it he had to be caught by the one person he loathed the most in the world (well, except maybe Snape). Draco Malfoy stood in front of him looking like he had just won the jackpot. Could Harry's situation get any worse? He couldn't even move to reach his wand or Malfoy would hex his balls off. He stood there glaring at Malfoy with so much hatred it consumed his whole body. He noticed something was off with Malfoy's appearance but it was not until his eyes travelled lower down that he noticed why…
Draco was so ecstatic that he hadn't realized that his enemy's eyes were no longer glaring at him but widening in shock. He looked at the smaller boy with interest. Harry had put on a little weight thought he still looked skinny but in a cute way, no longer malnourished. He, for some reasons unknown to Draco, was not wearing his uniform under his robes or even pyjamas but tight black jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt. He looked really good though Draco would never admit it to anyone but himself. The shirt was quite snug and Draco started to enviously look at it. He lifted his head up finally to look up at the boys face. It was wide with shock. He looked simply adorable. Draco's heart swelled up, he just couldn't help it. It should be illegal to be that edible he thought until he saw that Harry was looking shocked because of HIM. He looked at Harry. Then he looked down to what Harry was looking at. He smirked for a moment before adopting an attitude of disdain. He raised his eyebrows at Harry who finally looked up. Harry blushed pink which, Draco noticed, was a very appealing on him just like his delectable rosy lips…Draco snapped out of it to focus on Harry.
"Potter" he said amusedly. Harry looked up at him.
"It's just my wand" he snickered at he pulled a wooden stick from under his robes that had swung onto it when he had wheeled around to reveal Harry from under his cloak. Harry looked up at Draco blushing even harder. Then he seemed to come to his senses. He grabbed his cloak and fled. Draco watched him go though really admiring how his jeans made his ass look so tight. Well thought Draco looks like I won this round and as he thought that he laughed. It echoed around the walls so that Harry, a few floor above, could also hear it. He was going to get Malfoy he vowed and it was going to be good!