Chapter I

"What's that you've got there, Potter?" Draco's cold gray eyes gleamed slightly in the faint light of the moon that was coming in from one of the corridor's large windows. He leaned casually against the wall, smirking in Harry's direction.

At the sound of the other's voice, Harry jerked upright, scrambling up from where he had been sitting against the wall, his copy of Advanced Potion Making, sitting open beside him on the floor.

"Nothing." He said defensively, snapping the book shut and standing in front of it in a belated attempt to block it from view. He had, in fact, been doing something. Something he was hoping no one, (let alone Malfoy), would catch him at. It wasn't though, as if he was doing anything horribly wrong… just practicing a few of his non-verbal spells… that was it really… nothing special… he wasn't doing anything wrong. Minus the fact of course, that it was the middle of the night, and he, unlike Malfoy was not a prefect, and didn't have a solid reason to be walking about the castle at midnight.

"You're a liar Potter. I know what you've been up to…" Draco replied with a sneer. He pushed himself off the wall and started to walk towards Harry.

Harry's mouth got suddenly dry, and he backed up, not wanting the Slytherin to come any closer. He nearly tripped over his Potions book in his haste to get away, and ended up backed against a wall. It was a rather uncomfortable wall too, the brick poking every-which way into his back. Harry made a mental note to choose a corridor with a tapestry in it next time he had to do any midnight charms work. As Draco neared, Harry couldn't help dropping his gaze to the other's lips, and felt his own part slightly, his heart pounding. To his horror, Draco appeared to notice Harry's reaction to him, and continued to stalk in his direction. Harry attempted to back up more than he had already, but failed miserably at it. Draco smirked at him with those full, pouting lips, and his heart beat faster still.

"Looks to me like you've been doing something…frowned upon by the administration." The Slytherin drawled.

Oh I'm thinking some pretty frown-uponable images, Harry thought, barely managing to pull his eyes up from Draco's mouth to his eyes. "I wasn't doing anything that was 'frown-uponable' Malfoy… nothing that you haven't done yourself anyways. Besides, I was just working on some of my charms… Actually, now that I think of it, I don't think you've ever done that… so I've got a step up on you."

"Oh really?" Draco raised an eyebrow, and stepped closer to Harry, so close that they were nearly touching, and it was clear that the blonde haired boy was the taller of the two. "From where I'm standing," he snarled with a sneer, "It looks like I'm a step above you, Potter."

"You are not, you never have been…" Harry murmured breathlessly.

"WHAT was that Potter? I didn't quite catch that…" he leaned in closer, his lips just brushing the tip of Harry's ear. "Perhaps you could say it again… and I could call Filch…"

"No, I..." Harry was sure that Malfoy would be able to hear the thudding of his heart, it was beating so fast. He wanted nothing more than to lean into the almost-caress of Draco's lips, but his pride stopped him.

"Potter, Potter, Potter… You really must learn to speak up." Draco's hand rose and swept a lock of hair from Harry's eyes, just brushing his cheek with the barest of touches. "You could also use a haircut if you want my opinion…" He said with an almost playful tone in his voice, but the look in his eyes – of barely restrained lust – negated the light tone.

A small sound escaped Harry, and he trembled slightly beneath the touch of the blonde. They were standing so close now that the line of their bodies touched, and it would only take a hard thought to have them pressed against each other.

Suddenly Draco's hand fisted in Harry's hair, and he gave it a violent pull, jerking Harry's head back and exposing the pale line of his throat. The unexpected pain had Harry gasping, and Draco used the moment of weakness to pull Harry against him and without giving the Gryffindor time to recover he covered Harry's mouth with his own.

Once again Harry gasped, and once again Draco exploited the weakness, using his hand twined in Harry's hair to drag Harry closer. Draco's other hand slid into Harry's robes at the exact same time his tongue thrust into Harry's mouth. If he was surprised by the fact that his hand met bare flesh, he didn't show it, and it seemed although he had known Harry wouldn't have bothered with anything more than pajama bottoms and a thin robe, for there was not even the slightest hint of hesitation as the hand ran up Harry's back before it began to trail downwards.

The barrage of sensations was almost too much to handle – the sharp pain of Draco's hand fisted in his hair, the taste and feel of the velvet tongue inside his mouth and the sudden sharp nips of teeth against his lips coupled with the awareness of Draco's body plastered against his and the hand that caressed his flesh just above the waistband of his pajamas. It was all Harry could do not to cry out. The hand in his robes moved to his stomach, and Harry arched against Draco, whimpering half-formed pleas against the Slytherin's mouth. He could feel Draco's lips against his own curve up in a smirk as the hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants.

But then as suddenly and roughly as he had kissed Harry, Draco pulled away, leaving Harry to fall back against the brick, his mouth bruised and swollen, his robes in disarray, and his eyes blurred with desire.

"What…?" His voice still thick with need, Harry looked up at Draco standing cool and nonplussed save for the slight redness of his lips.

"Potter, Malfoy, what are you two doing?" Said Snape greasily. He was standing a few feet away, and it was obvious that he had seen the entire spectacle, and was now not entirely sure what to do about it.

"I was just…reprimanding…Potter for wandering the corridors at this hour, sir." Draco replied, smirking in Harry's direction. The Gryffindor had finally managed to catch his breath, and was trying to pull his robes back in place.

"Well, Draco, if that is how you reprimand, I would hate to see what you would do to someone you were congratulating. Perhaps I could do a better job? 50 points from Gryffindor. Now, both of you, to bed now, before I decide to take more points from you." He turned and began to stalk away. Thinking about his prior statement, he quickly turned back around to face the two boys. "And when I said to bed, I mean to bed in your respective houses and dorms please."

His face burning, Harry grabbed his Potions book and fled.