Disclaimer- These characters are the work of J. K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended. I do not own them, though I would like to think that if we met they would befriend me.

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"Hermione I'll be back in about two hours or so. I've got to meet…….er…..Professor Dumbledore to talk about……a dream I had about Voldemort last night." said Harry, quite jittery.

"Harry are you ok? You seem a bit on end," said Hermione.

"Oh no, I'm fine but I just really need to talk to Dumbledore," he said.

"Well alright Harry, just don't get into trouble on the way down there. If you run into Malfoy, don't get into a fight with him," said Hermione looking at him quite suspiciously.

"Will do Hermione." Harry said, relieved that she hadn't been more persistent, as he walked through the portrait. She was smart in telling him not to go and get into a fight with Malfoy, but her words of wisdom came just a little too late. He was on his way to the trophy room on the third floor to do just that.

This past week, things between Malfoy and himself had finally reached a boiling point, and it had all started Monday in Potions class. Harry was trying his best to understand what in Merlin's name Snape was talking about, when a flying piece of parchment flew in front of his face. He was immediately intrigued by the letter and looked around the room to see would could possibly be its sender. No one looked out of the ordinary; everyone seemed to be engaged in Snape's lecture about the highly potent body binding properties of some animal's blood. He reached out in front of him and snatched the note. He made a quick peek at Hermione to make sure she was fully engaged in the lesson. She was cross-referencing something Snape had said with something in the book. He figured it was safe to look at the note.

Your eyes so green so beautiful bore into my soul
If only you could long for me as I you
your gorgeous mouth and you perfect pink lips
I often imagine them being wrapped around my prick

At this point in the letter Harry had a look of shock mingled with disgust. He couldn't imagine who would write something like this but no matter how much the letter freaked him out he couldn't stop reading it.

I imagine you sucking my cock
Putting as much enthusiasm as possible into the task
I see you gazing up at me
Wondering if I will bestow the same honor upon you
I look down and say no you pout
But what you don't know is
I have something better for you in store
I pick you up from your position and put your back to a wall
With a few jerks I pull myself back to full arousal
I put my fingers to you mouth and order you to suck
You apply the same technique from earlier
I pull them from your mouth satisfied
I wrap your legs around my waist and spell away your clothes
I place one of my fingers at your entrance
You protest but after I push my finger in they die away
I work three fingers in and you force yourself down on them
Trying to get as much friction as possible
Once satisfied with your preparation I pull my fingers away
You whimper at the loss
I ignore this and place the tip of my cock at your entrance
I rub it over your puckered hole
Teasing you until I could stand it no more
I thrust in, in one go and stayed still until you got adjusted
You whispered please move anything
I began at a slow pace so as to not hurt you
Suddenly you cried out don't…….. stop
And I immediately halted my actions
You moved you hair out of your lust filled eyes
And whispered what would be my undoing
I said 'don't stop'
I began thrusting in a wild frenzied pace
You held on for dear life and rode out the storm
We climaxed, simultaneously calling out each others name
I bent my head down to kiss your lips
But I woke up to find that it was only a dream

When Harry finished he sported a major hard on, one that was quite confusing to him. He tried to convinced himself once again that he liked girls and that only got hard because…………….well he couldn't find a reason. Shit, he thought. In the middle of a potions room because of a letter, a very erotic letter someone wrote you is not the best place to finally realize that you are gay. He tried to dwell on the thought longer when the bell rang to dismiss them from class. He got up and tried to cover himself with his robes but Malfoy caught him before he could do so.

"Well, well, well. Someone's been having naughty day dreams in class, probably about Professor Snape no less. Always knew you where a bloody ponce," said Malfoy, sneering at each word as he said it, finally ending with a triumphant smirk upon his handsome face.

Wait, Harry thought, did I just say that Malfoy was handsome. I mean this is MALFOY not some other random guy. "Shut it Malfoy." He said a small blush creeping up from his collar.

"Why Potter have I struck a nerve? Didn't want to be outed yet I suppose? Oh poor you."

Harry moved closer to him, to the point where their noses were almost touching, a defiant gleam in his eye. He was tired of Malfoy's crap and was going to put an end to it. He was about to open his mouth to retort when he noticed that Malfoy had a strange look in his eyes. It looked something like anger and yet it wasn't it was more like lust, but not just regular lust more like pure unadulterated animal lust. His breath quickened when he thought of all his eyes promised. He though of pressing their lips together after all they were only a couple of centimeters apart. I would be so easy. Just as Harry came to a decision it seemed as though Draco came to one as well. He backed away from Harry and promptly turned away. Harry stared after him, wondering what in Merlin's name that was all about. He could think on it no longer on the subject, however, when an all-knowing growl erupted from his stomach. He was late for lunch.

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Harry had made it all the way to the end of the week with out another incident, but this one turned out to be the most devastating. He was on his way to Care of Magical Creatures when he noticed several groups of girls pointing at him and laughing. He looked down at himself to make sure that nothing was wrong with his appearance, such as he had on both shoes and wasn't missing his pants. Satisfied with that, he thought they must have been laughing at some other poor sap behind him and he continued on his way. He got to class and noticed Hermione was particularly quiet. Finally, he grew tired of the silence.

"What's wrong Hermione?"

"Well Harry there's just no easy way to tell you." She said apprehensively.

"Well then just come right out and say it." He sad a tad bit nervous.

"Okay Harry here it goes……………Malfoy printed some flyers that say you are gay and has been passing then out to everyone in Hogwarts." She said flinching back slightly unsure of his reactions.

"Okay Hermione its okay, it's just Malfoy being him that's all. It's nothing to freak out about," he said albeit a little too calmly.

"You're sure your okay Harry?" said Hermione, with concern in her voice.

"Honestly I'm fine Hermione," he said completely lying through his teeth. He was by all means not fine and he couldn't believe the gall of Malfoy. How dare him. Oh he was going to pay.

He saw Malfoy later that day and headed straight toward him. He moved him into a near by corridor and slammed him against the wall. He looked a Malfoy with his best death glare and was surprised to see Malfoy not looking scared, but quite the opposite. In fact he looked……..happy? No that was impossible. Was it?

"Finally! It took you long enough. Now wait Potter before you go all crazy, I just want to say that I only did that because we haven't had a good fight in a long time. Instead of doing it here where we could be caught by teachers, why not somewhere more………….. private? Say the trophy room third floor?" When Draco had no disagreement from Harry, he continued. "So I'll see you there around 10. Don't be late alright? Bye." With that, Draco strode down the hallway as if nothing had taken place. Leaving in his wake a very angry and confused Harry Potter.

So it was because of that incident that Harry found himself in his current predicament. He finally reached the trophy room and opened the door.

"Potter you're late." drawled a very smug looking Malfoy. It was from that statement that Harry could deduce that he was in trouble.

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A/N: Hello reader. First off I want to thank you for reading my story. This is my first ever Harry/Draco fic and I don't know if I should continue or not. So reviews would be appreciated. I don't care if they are good or bad just as long as they are reviews. Criticism is welcome whether constructive or otherwise. I'm not writing simply for reviews but they would be helpful.