Just so you know, I'm new. Like the new car smell new. This isn't my first fanfiction, but it's the only one I've published. Anywhere. Ever. So, I'm sorry if I suck, just live with it. I'll get better, if you give me good reviews!

Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own ANYTHING! Not even this computer...

Yes, well, that stuff, it is finished. Story time! Yay!

No one would ever have expected the great Draco Malfoy to fall in love. Especially not with his rival, the great Harry Potter.

But alas, as much as he knew they were sworn enemies, he couldn't help himself. Every waking moment was filled with thoughts of those green eyes, that adorably messy hair, those always-crooked glasses. How could anyone not love the boy? When he blushed that irresistibly adorable shade of red, Draco felt himself melt.

It hadn't always been so, though. At first, there was a mild dislike that grew to hatred. But somewhere in the midst of all these years at Hogwarts, Draco had fallen in love.

He had planned to keep it a secret forever, not tell a soul until the day Hell froze over. Was he to be condemned for having loose lips? And boy, were those lips loose.

Allow me to backtrack a little, so as to keep you from confusion. Harry and Ron were never in good graces with Snape, the Potions master. This led them into many detentions, which they didn't really deserve. Such as one accumulated on October 23, when they unintentionally destroyed their own cauldrons with what should've been an antidote. Alas, it exploded in their faces. "DETENTION FOR THE BOTH OF YOU!" Snape roared, bearing down upon the two. Draco smirked. Harry was blushing madly and his temper was rising. There was an odd tell-tale scent that followed them around that day that reminded Draco of kerosene and spaghetti.

It was a clear Thursday night. Harry and Ron were both serving their enormous detentions in the Potions classroom. Ron had gone to sleep while scrubbing away at a long table and Snape had run off to the bathroom. Draco burst into the room and shouted "Professor Snape! I need-" but stopped dead at the sight of Harry scrubbing furiously at a long wooden table. He glared up at him, saying, "Snape has gone out. Had to use the bathroom."

Draco bit his lip. What a proposition he was presented with! Draco approached Harry. "What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked impatiently.

Draco bent and whispered in his ear, "You."

Harry jumped up and reached for his wand, but Snape had taken it to ensure he cleaned everything by hand. "What's that supposed to mean!" Harry snapped.

"What do you think it means?" Draco asked seductively. He wondered if that would work on Harry. He didn't seem the type to be seduced. Maybe wooed. Yes, wooing would be about right… Still, Draco backed Harry to the wall and stepped close enough to smell any cologne he might be wearing. Of course, Harry didn't wear cologne, but he liked the smell all the same. Draco was glad the smell of the fumbled potion had worn off. That was just weird.

Harry looked absolutely terrified, which aroused Draco immensely. "B-but-" Harry stuttered.

Draco put one finger to his lips. Harry's jaw dropped. Draco closed Harry's mouth and pressed his lips to his.

Harry shoved him away. "What the Hell is wrong with you!" he yelled. Ron snapped awake. Harry blushed madly. Draco smirked and backed out. "I'll see you tomorrow, Potter."

"Bloody Hell, what'd I miss?" Ron asked, befuddled.

"YOU DIDN'T MISS A DAMN THING! GO BACK TO SLEEP!"