Hi. I'm sorry I haven't provided any fics for a while… I've had the worst writers' block (it lasted a year). Even this peice of crap that follows was difficult to write. I warn you now that I've never written anything in this style before, so please review and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: we can all dream of owning a masterpeice…

His supple pale body. That sneer that always appeared every time he looked at him. The cold blue fire burning in his eyes. Hatred or desire?

Harry woke up, cold sweat drenching his face. He was used to it. This was the third time this week. The lack of sleep seemed to be getting to him. He couldn't think about anything else.

He checked his clock. Four in the morning. He groaned inwardly and turned over in a feeble attempt to fall back to sleep.

Less than five minutes later, Harry was climbing out of the portrait hole, wondering where to go. Still indecisive, he pulled on the Invisibility Cloak and began to walk.

He strolled through the whole castle, only once faltered in his confident stride when he caught a glimpse of Filch, walking the other way. He paused behind a statue, made sure he was covered, waited for him to pass and then moved on.

He was striding through the dungeons, beginning to shiver as the air became colder and colder when he noticed a shadow moving towards him, all too late. An easily audible 'OW' came from the other person, and he recognised it instantly as Draco – no – Malfoy.

'Who's there?' Malfoy demanded, swiping at the air. 'Whoever you are, I'm going to get you...'

Harry panicked. Should he show himself, take off the Cloak? Or should he just stay there and make sure he does not get spotted by Malfoy? Unfortunately, the decision was made for him as Malfoy dived forward, he stepped back in a hurry, catching the cloak with his foot, and his full body was revealed.

'You!', Malfoy spat in outrage. 'What the hell do you think you're playing at, Potter?'

Harry's voice was temporarily caught in his throat. Those eyes…

'Uh.. I was just walking, and, uh..'

Malfoy faked sympathy. 'Aw, was little Potter all alone? Did he have a bad dream?'

Harry hesitated. He fought an urge to run, and replied, coldly as he could: 'I could say the same to you'

'I have more of a life than you do, Potter. I do not risk my neck for the sake of a bad dream. I'm actually out… looking for someone.' He replied haughtily. Something in his eyes told Harry otherwise.

'You have no life, Malfoy.' He swooped down and picked up the Cloak. 'Now move out of my way'

Malfoy smirked. 'I'm afraid I can't do that, Potter. You see, as a prefect, I must report you to a teacher. And, us being in the dungeons, the closest is Snape'

Harry paled. That was the last thing he needed. 'You wouldn't dare' he hissed.

'I do believe you will find I would. Now, if you would just come with me…'

'Malfoy. Move out of my way.'

'No'

'MOVE'

Malfoy swing behind Harry and put his hand over the other's mouth. 'Shut up, you idiot! You want us both to get detention!'

Harry wrenched his hand off. 'I would take it to see you suffer'

But this comment was wasted. He saw Malfoy look hard into his eyes, seeing if he really meant this. Seeing the fire in the others, Harry's face flickered.

'You don't seem to be true to your word', Malfoy whispered slowly, still gazing.

Harry looked down, and felt himself begin to blush slightly. 'What the hell are you on about, Malfoy?' he demanded. But there was a tell-tale quiver in his voice.

'I mean', Malfoy said, after a few seconds. 'This.'

He leaned close, and kissed the other in the darkness.

Dreadful, I know. Review or flame, I don't care. If I get over 15 reviews, I will do another chapter. Otherwise, this is a one-off.

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