Hey...this is my first attempt at fan-fiction (so it might suck a lot). Tell me what you thought about it below and favorite if it was worthy! Also, should I continue this?

xoxo, Emily.

"Hey you! Potter!" Draco yelled, stopping the noirette in his tracks.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"What the hell did you say to Pansy?" Anger was burning through the blonde's eyes.

"Uh...nothing." Harry looked around hesitantly.

"I know you said something because Pansy broke up with me, and she would never do that unless one Harry Potter..." Draco's sentence trailed off as he raised his wand. "Stupefy!"

"Expelliarmus!" Harry, quick to defend himself, sent Draco's wand flying into a dark-haired professor.

"Hey now! Fighting in the Great Hall, are you? 10 points from Gryffindor!" Snape cut the two enemies off.

The blonde glared at Harry, breathing heavily from exertion. "Potter! You, me, Room of Requirement, 6:00 today, you die!"

"Better not get you hopes up! Pansy's never gonna come back to you!" Harry shot back before storming off to Transfiguration.

Later that day...

"Ugh! Snape is such a foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach! Potions sucks!" Harry complained to his best friend, Ron.

"Totally! Stupid eye of newt... Anyway, wanna go and practice some Quidditch?" Ron suggested.

"Yeah, sure. Wait, what time is it?" Harry asked.

"Err...5:56, why?"

"Oh shit, I can't, I gotta go meet someone somewhere."

"Who?"

"Umm...Malfoy," Harry admitted.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, you were pretty obsessed with him last year," the redhead accused.

"I was not!" Harry said defiantly.

Ron laughed. "That's why you were constantly checking on the Marauder's Map for him."

"Whatever. I'll see you later after I finish beating up that Malfoy prat." Harry walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room and went to the seventh floor corridor. He sighed before walking back and forth three times. He pushed open the door that appeared only to find a certain Slytherin waiting for him.

"6:05. Early, eh, Potter?"

"Doesn't matter, does it? You ready?" Harry challenged.

"As ever. Incendio!" Harry's robes promptly caught on fire.

"Jeez! Aguamenti!" Harry's wand shot out water, extinguishing the dancing orange flames.

"You actually know your spells. I'm impressed, Potter," Draco sneered. "Flipendo Duo!"

Harry gasped as he was thrown backwards, landing with a thud on the hard wooden floor. He started to get up, but Draco was too quick for him. In one swift move he pinned Harry down, then leaned in. Close.

"Stop, Malfoy, what are you doing, get off me, stop, this is gay!" Harry struggled underneath Draco's grasp.

Draco narrowed his eyes. "You're a manwhore, Potter. You have that mudblood Granger and Cho Chang and now, my Pansy. You disgust me."

"Don't-call-Hermione-that-awful-word! I-am-not-a-whore!" Harry panted, still trying to escape Draco and his cold gray eyes.

Draco chuckled, then bent his head down to whisper in Harry's ear. "Yes you are, Potter." Draco paused for a while, his fingers running through raven locks.

Harry's breath caught for a second. "Draco." For the first time, Malfoy's given name rolled fluently off his tongue. "I'm only a whore for you," he murmured before arching his neck to take perfectly shaped pale pink lips into his own.