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Chapter 2

Night had taken over day once more at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been a long day for Harry Potter, and he climbed into his bed as he tried to go to sleep, but his mind refused to let that happen. Thoughts about the encounter with Malfoy filled his head. Why was he thinking about Malfoy like that? Was he gay? He surely didn't think he was. He was going out with Chao, so he couldn't possibly be into boys. These thoughts were absurd. There was no excuse for thinking about guys like that, not just any guy, Draco Malfoy. Out of every other male student at Hogwarts why did it have to be Draco Malfoy that he thought about? That just didn't make any since, and not to mention it was completely wrong for Harry to think about another boy in such a manner! As hard as he tried, his mind would not let him get any sleep.

Grabbing his invisible cloak, Harry wrapped it around him and decided to wander off to a quite thinking place where he could get some of his thoughts sorted out, and hopefully get that pureblood Slytherin student off his mind. He quietly tip-toed out of the room and made his way down, the dark and empty halls of Hogwarts. The portraits hung on the wall quietly, as their eyes darted back and forth while Harry walked passed them. Footsteps. He heard footsteps coming right toward him. Holding his breath, Harry just stood there while his nerves shook tremendously at his intruder. His eyes twitched at the sight of the other student. "Malfoy, that is the last person I need to see right now!" Harry mumbled to himself.

"Anyone there?" Malfoy called out into the emptiness as he heard slight breathing.

"Peeves, is that you? Merlin, I know some one is there! Won't you just show your face!" He said turning around and pointing his wand in the empty air.

He walked right past Harry, and aimed his wand at him, but put it back in his robes when he did not see anything. Once Malfoy had passed, Harry let out a sigh of relief. Then his head started feeling with those absurd rubbish thoughts. He shook them away and refused to even look at his enemy.

"Potter! It's past curfew! Why aren't you in bed?" A familiar deep voice asked looking directly at him.

Harry examined his self to make sure the cloak was still on. How could some one see him if the cloak still covered him completely? He did not reply.

"Oh for Merlin's Potter! I know you're hiding under that ridiculous cloak of yours. I can hear you breathing!" The voice drummed.

Harry removed his cloak only to peer into the eyes of his potions professor. Professor Snape. He just looked at the professor's deep dark eyes, and hoping not much would be said, but Harry should have known better.

"Potter! I am going to have to give you detention for being out of your common room past curfew! You and Malfoy both!"

Snape said peering behind him where the blond Slytherin stood. Harry's heart thudded in his chest as he heard that he and Draco would be in detention together.

"Now I want both of you to return to your houses immediately and do not let me catch you out in the hall way again!"

Both of the students reluctantly headed back for their rooms, but Harry wrapped his cloak around him tightly and walked outside. The cool nighttime air flooded his lungs as he inhaled deeply. Hoping to clear his mind of such forbidden thoughts, he just sat on the cold brick steps. To him, things were more complicated then they were before he left. If only Malfoy hadn't been up wondering around, he wouldn't get detention, and therefore neither of them would be in trouble. But why was Harry blaming his punishment on Malfoy? Malfoy didn't know he was there, did he? Harry didn't think so.

"Stupid Slytherin prat!" Harry mumbled under his breath.

"Potter!" A sharp voice called in the direction of where he was sitting.

Rolling his eyes, Harry removed the cloak to see Malfoy standing there.

"What are you following me now Malfoy?" Harry snapped.

"Oh yes! Let me tell you Potter, I have become you're stalker! I follow you where ever you go! For bloody hell, Potter get a hold of your self! Why would I want to follow you? And besides how in the bloody hell would I know where you are when you're hiding underneath that rutty old cloak of yours?" Malfoy shot back.

"You're such a git Malfoy!"

"Piss off Potter!"

"Malfoy, do you ever shut the hell up?"

"Why don't you make me, Potter?" Malfoy said, sending a devilish smirk towards Harry.

Suddenly there was a knot in his stomach. He didn't know where it came from, but he certainly did like the thoughts that were running through his mind of how to make his worst enemy shut up. He stood up and started to walk back inside.

"You scared, Potter?"

"You fucking wish, Malfoy!" "Fine go inside you little cockroach! I will see your arse in detention tomorrow!" Malfoy shot back.

"Fine!" Harry said before walking back inside.

He crawled into his bed once more, hoping to get some sleep. He hadn't slept since he had arrived at Hogwarts. Voldemort haunted his dreams, and they felt so real. With each dream things got worse, and Harry was actually scared that Voldemort was getting to him in his sleep. He told himself not to worry because it was just a dream. But he couldn't help it. Everything felt so real, like it was going to happen or currently happening. Taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling, Harry closed his eyes in hopes of a good dream just once.

Skin against skin. Heavy breathing. Panting. Lips against lips. Hands running through soft silky hair as moans filled the room. Bodies rubbing against one another violently like they were in a fight over domination. The room was dark and silent. The only things that could be heard was the pleasure sounds escaping one's lips, only to be shut off by the others. Oh god, it got faster, and faster. They both cried out in ecstasy; neither of them had felt such pleasure before. It had consumed their bodies, and minds.

"Malfoy!" Harry moaned.

Rubbing his eyes, Harry glanced around the room frantically as if searching for something or rather someone. Nothing. Closing his eyes, he collapsed into the bed, trying to remember the dream. It couldn't have been that bad of a nightmare especially if he woke up with a strong erection. There was too much motion going on in the room for Harry to relieve himself. He decided that he would just wait until after he had returned from detention to do something about that. What he needed to do now was get ready for potions class which started in like fifteen minutes. He had a different feeling about today. Harry knew something was going to happen, but he just couldn't put his fingers on it. He hoped that it didn't involve him or Malfoy. Did he?