Harry stormed into class and threw his books onto his desk in the potions dungeon. He barely registered his friends jump in shock.

"Harry! You're lucky Professor Slughorn isn't here yet! You could've gotten in trouble!" Hermione scorned knowingly.

"Blimey Harry, what's gotten you all pissy?" Ron inquired exasperated, but before Harry could answer Draco Malfoy stalked in with his usual smug grin on his face. He glanced down at Harry as he passed, snickering under his breath.

"Shut it Malfoy!" Harry snapped angrily, shaking with his effort to remain seated. Ron and Hermione glared up at the blond-haired bastard as he retreated to his usual seat.

"Oh" was all Ron said. Hermione was a little more inquisitive.

"What happened this time?" Her tone quite obviously placed all blame on Malfoy. Harry wanted to answer her question but all he could manage was a quick shake of his head, dismissing the subject completely. Harry didn't want to talk about it; it would just make him angrier. Regardless of how hard he tried an instant replay of the event shot through his mind, provoked by Hermione's question.

* FLASHBACK *

Harry had been heading to potions class; he had left late due to a nightmare that had stolen much his sleep the previous night causing him to sleep in. He pulled on his school uniform and started for the dungeons. On his way he crossed paths with Malfoy who began laughing immediately. Harry rolled his eyes and grumbled at Malfoy.

"What in the world is so funny Malfoy?"

Malfoy began laughing so hard he started to choke.

"It makes so much sense." He chortled gleefully. Harry stared at him like he had a stuffed piggy hat on.

"What makes sense?" He asked in an irritated huff as he placed his hand on his hip. As soon as his hand had rested on his hip Malfoy started literally crying with laughter. Harry looked bewildered.

"Well, you're always acting all gentle, and Fem. I always thought you were a pussy." He choked back on his laughter long enough to spit out a couple sentences, "I just never figured you HAD one!"

Finally he decided something about himself must look funny, so he looked himself over carefully. His face burned with embarrassment as he realised what Malfoy had been getting at. There, in the crotch of his trousers, was a big red stein. Blood. Hermiones damn cat must've brought in another rodent. Harry twirled and the spot and bolted for Griffindor tower to get changed.

* END OF FLASHBACK *

As Harry snapped back to reality he was greeted by the sound of five chuckling Slytherins. Malfoy had obviously dished the latest Potter story. They were all looking at him shaking with their laughter. Ron and Hermione were very confused; they stared at him questioningly.

"Oi, Ron!" Blaise called out to them; "You're a lucky man! Harriet is quite the catch eh?" his chortle was joined by the other four Slytherins at his table. Ron looked horrified, turning slowly to face Harry.

"Harriet?" he asked slowly, not sure if he wanted an explanation, but Harry was not giving one. He pushed off the table violently as he stood up.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growled at Malfoy who merely continued to grin.

"Sit back down Potter, I can't hit a girl."

There wasn't even enough time for the laughter to start up again. Harry pounced at Malfoy, knocking him backward in his chair. Before Harry could get a hit in, Blaise pulled him to his feet. With a crushing blow Malfoys fist collided with Harrys jaw. Harry staggered backward into Professor Slughorn. Slughorn looked uncomfortable, but obligated.

"Malfoy, Potter, detention!" He growled at them. They returned to their seats quickly, glaring at each other the whole time.

For detention they were to spend the night in the Trophy room, polishing the trophies that had been neglected by the last punished students. Slughorn guided them to the room and told them what he expected of them, he placed a charm on the room so he would know if either of them left.

After a couple hours of silence Malfoy finally spoke up.

"It's all your fault we have to do this!" he growled at Harry. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I know you're PMSing but you didn't have to freak out!" He complained again.
Before he knew what was happening Harry was on him again. They rolled around throwing punches, pushing and shoving. Finally they broke apart. Slowly they both stood up tensed and ready, glaring angrily at each other.

"Drop it Malfoy." Harry warned in a stern voice. Malfoy sneered at him.

"Oh what are you now? My mother?" he hissed.

Harry ran at him and gripped the front of his robes, using his grip to slam Malfoy into the wall. He pinned him there, leaning in angrily, till their faces were but an inch apart.

"Drop. It. Now." Harry growled through clenched teeth. Draco stood stunned into silence. His breath was shallow and his pulse was quick. After a few moments he finally snapped out of it.

"Lemme go Potter! I don't like boys so get your ugly mug away from me!"

Harry faltered for a moment, releasing Malfoy and backing up.

"What the hell does you not like boys have to do with that?" he asked indignantly.

"We're done so I'm leaving! Stay away from me!" He spat as he turned and stormed out.

As soon as Draco was sure Potter could no longer see him he began running. He ran till he was in the Slytherin Dormitory. He stripped and slipped into the shower. The cold water soothed his burning skin, but not his burning blood. The image of Harrys face all sweaty and serious and sexy… Draco's eyes blew open. What was he thinking? But before he could stop himself he imagined if he had closed the inch of distance between their lips. If he had pressed his lips to the soft, light-pink lips of the boy-who-lived. He closed his eyes in a calm as he pictured it. Shaking his head violently he came back to reality and decided that these thoughts were due to a major lack of sex in the past two months.

Malfoy hadn't spoken to Harry or even looked at him in a week. Harry didn't know why it bothered him, but it really did. What had he done last time that would've caused this reaction? He tossed his scrambled eggs around with his fork as his stare bore into the back of Malfoys head. He was staring so intensely that he didn't notice the odd looks his friends exchanged. Hermione cleared her throat.

"Harry… Why are you staring at Malfoy?" she asked in an incredulous whisper. His glance shifted from Hermione to Ron then back to Hermione.

"Sorry… He's just acting, weird…" he mumbled before scooping some eggs into his mouth, "Weirder than usual." He finished.

"Weird how?" Ron snorted lazily, food falling from his jaws as he did. Hermione grimaced at her boyfriend. Then smiled at Harry.

"I think I know what you mean," She gossiped, "He hasn't even looked at you since last week. It's like he's trying to pretend you don't exist!"

Harry nodded, that's what he had suspected. He bit his bottom lip lightly, debating on whether or not he should tell his friends about the other night in the trophy room. He finished off his eggs in silence and left the Great Hall. He wouldn't tell them. This was between him and Malfoy.

It was later when Harry decided to have a relaxing bath to think it over. He slipped into the prefects bathroom and took a shower first, you didn't have to but it was cleaner that way. Then he dipped into the hot soapy water, letting it relax his muscles.

He spent an hour in the bath and still hadn't cleared his mind, so he decided he would drop it. Whatever had effected Malfoy didn't matter, he was leaving Harry and his friends alone so Harry would leave him alone. Finally Harry climbed out of the gigantic tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. He glided into the shower rooms to collect his clothing in the cubby room right beside it. When he stepped into the shower room he stopped dead in his tracks. There, standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy.

Malfoys eyes were closed so he didn't notice Harry watching him shower. Harry gulped silently as he watched the water cascade over his body, running along every curve and between every muscle. Harry felt his pulse quicken and his blood boil. He had the strangest urge to caress the body before him, to please the body before him. Malfoy reached out and turned the shower off, shaking his hair wildly before grabbing his towel to dry himself off. He had just grabbed his towel when he noticed Harry watching him. Instantly he wrapped the towel around his waist.

"Jesus Potter! When were you going to tell me you were standing there!" He demanded through his embarrassment.

Harry stuttered but nothing solid came out of his mouth. He still wanted to touch Malfoy. He still wanted to caress and pleasure Malfoy. Draco cocked his eyebrow at Harry curiously.

"Speak" he demanded. Listening to Potter stutter was annoying him. Harry shut his mouth and shook his head. This intrigued and shocked Draco. What was going on with Potter? In the silence Draco found himself looking over the almost naked body before him. Droplets of water still clung to the tan flesh, some of them occasionally letting free and streaming down. Draco followed a droplet with his eyes; it led him over Harrys chest, across his gut and into the towel. He could see the curve of the muscles that lead to Harry's most private area. It teased him and enticed him. He found himself remembering his fantasy of kissing Potter; he forced himself to push all thoughts such as that from his head. He would go get Pansy, she would relieve him no questions asked, and then he could stop picturing damn Potter.

Harry stepped around Malfoy and into the cubby room, he dried himself and dressed quickly as he could. Malfoy was still standing dead still when he left. Harry ran fast as he could to get to Griffindor Tower. As he began to change into his night dressings he noticed that he was extremely hard. He was shocked, what could've turned him on? He thought of everything that he normally did, but that wasn't what was turning him on, in fact, the normally seemingly irresistible women he pictured, were now turning him off. He went to the bathroom to masturbate, but without having something to picture this was going to take way longer than usual. He sat on the toilet frustrated, as he sat there he heard water dripping from one of the taps. His mind immediately travelled back to Malfoy, naked and soaking wet, water dribbling over his perfect fair skin and his thin but slightly muscled physique. Suddenly Harry was feeling hot, and his erection got stiffer. That's when he decided he should try something new.

"Mm, Draco…" he moaned as he let his load into the toilet. It was the hottest orgasm he had ever had. He was stunned that he had just done what he had just done, but at the same time he felt so relieved and yet wanted more. He lay down and fell asleep; thinking was exhausting.

* MEANWHILE *

After Potter had left Draco dressed himself quickly and jogged back to the Slytherin common room, Pansy stayed up till eleven every night in hopes that Draco might beckon her. Tonight was her lucky night. Without a word he jogged up to her and threw himself on her, kissing her caressing her. He groped at her breasts but it felt wrong, gross. His hand glided across her stomach; it was smooth and perfectly feminine, but not what he wanted. He looked into her eyes, a dark brown, he found himself wishing for bright green. He closed his eyes and continued. She knelt down and began servicing his member with her hands and mouth. He moaned as his orgasm built.

"Oh god… Oh GOD, I'm gunna" He couldn't finish his sentence, he was too over come with the sensations of his orgasm. He seed began shooting into the back of Pansys throat, and he felt himself screaming.

"OH GOD! HARRY OH MY GOD!"