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Harry was walking down the corridor towards the Gryffindor common room when a flash of platinum hair caught his eye. He looked towards it and saw Draco Malfoy smirking in his direction. Harry felt a draw towards the blond and immediately started walking toward him.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow suggestively and started walking toward an empty classroom. He glanced towards the raven-haired boy and gestured for Harry to follow him.

Harry entered the dim-lit and cob-webbed ridden classroom, and suddenly the door shut with force behind him. He quickly turned around to see Malfoy standing there, smirking sensually.

The Slytherin strutted slowly towards Harry, the smug look never leaving his face. Soon they were practically nose to nose, and Harry could feel Malfoy's hot breath on his face. It sent chills up his spine.

"Mal-" but his words were cut off by Malfoy putting a finger on his lips.

"Hush," he said gently and Harry merely nodded, not knowing what was going on.

Malfoy slowly traced Harry's lips with the slightest touch, and started to lean in. Harry's breath started to quicken and his heart was racing. He couldn't take this anymore.

Harry lunged into Malfoy's mouth, and pleasant gasp escaped from the other boy before he returned the kiss with more passion than originally planned.

Hands were groping everywhere, hair was getting ruffled. Breaths became ragged, tongues were fighting for dominance, rough purrs were emitting from throats, and both boys were starting to sweat. Harry couldn't believe that this was happening with Draco Malfoy… or how bloody hot it was.

Malfoy moved in closer and suddenly Harry could feel Malfoy's erection on his inner thigh, a small moan bursting from his throat. Malfoy suddenly broke off the kiss, and looked into Harry's face, eyes shining bright with passion.

Malfoy slowly started to step away from Harry, and chuckled when Harry protested. His signature smirk came to his face as he undid his school tie and he started to unbutton his shirt. It was only then that he broke the silence.

"Harry! Mate, wake up. You're going to miss dinner!" a familiar voice yelled from Malfoy's beautiful mouth. Harry did a double take.

"Wh-What?"

Malfoy's smirk disappeared.

"Harry, please get up. You've been sleeping all afternoon!" A stern female voice came from Malfoy now. Suddenly he was being shaken.

Harry opened his eyes quickly and found himself looking up at Ron and Hermione.

"Oh… hey guys," he mumbled. He was very sweaty, and the crotch of his pants felt a little wet.

Ron looked at him with incredulous eyes. "You okay?"

Harry nodded hesitantly; he was truly unsure of the answer to that question. Ron seemed to buy it though.

"Alright, well dinner will be over soon, so let's get a move on!" He rubbed his hands together, obviously ready to eat. Hermione rolled her eyes.

Harry walked with his two best friends to the Great Hall, but he only half heartedly listened to Hermione bitch at Ron about not having done his Transfiguration homework yet. He couldn't get the dream out of his mind. What the hell was going on with him? Why, of all people, did he dream of Malfoy?

During dinner, Harry noticed Pansy and Malfoy had separated themselves from the majority of the other Slytherins, and were both vigorously whispering behind their notebooks while looking directly at Ron and Hermione. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight they were.

"Have you finished your Transfiguration essay, Harry?" Hermione asked him, obviously looking at him for back-up. Are they still fighting about that stupid homework?

"Erm, yeah, I finished it today at the library-"

Just then, it hit him. Harry had been so quick to leave his awkward meeting with Malfoy and Pansy that he had just left his homework laying on the table. He groaned loudly.

"I left it in the bloody library!" He hissed to himself. Hermione frowned, and Ron nodded, obviously understanding what it was like.

"Do you think it's still there?"

"I don't know, Ron," Harry shook his head. Quickly finishing his toffee pudding, he grabbed his book bag and slung it over his shoulder. "I'm going to go check and see if Madam Pince picked it up. I'll meet you guys in the common room." Hermione gave a quick bye and looked in disgust at Ron who was simultaneously nodding, shoving food in his mouth, and saying goodbye to Harry.

Harry was trudging up the stairs from the Great Hall when he suddenly caught a glimpse of platinum blond hair. He immediately froze and gulped nervously. Malfoy was at the top of the stairs, smirking at the boy below him.

"And where are you going, Potter?" he drawled. Harry couldn't even look at the boy without thinking of his dream earlier that afternoon. He started to blush.

"Um, just going to the library. I left my essay there," Harry said to his feet, trying to get up the stairs and around the Slytherin.

"Oh, you mean this essay?" Harry heard a ruffle of papers and turned around to see a very smug looking Malfoy, indeed holding Harry's Transfiguration essay.

"Wha- Why- How did you get that?" Harry stuttered in awe. Malfoy shrugged, the smirk never once leaving his face.

"I saw you left it while you were hurrying out earlier-" here, he raised an eyebrow- "and I thought since I would be seeing you again soon, I'd keep it safe for a bit."

Harry made his way to grab the parchment when he stopped in his tracks.

"Wait, seeing me again soon?"

"Well, yes, because of our business with Weasley and Granger," Malfoy looked at him questioningly.

"OH, right, that," Harry said quickly and reached out for his essay.

"Nope, not so fast, Potter," Malfoy's smirk grew even bigger as he pocketed Harry's essay. "We talk first, then you get your precious little papers."

Harry silently groaned and shut his eyes. Great. Just what I need… to be alone with Malfoy.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Malfoy down the hall, gesturing towards an empty classroom, and disappeared with the door shutting loudly behind him.

Harry's heart started to beat quickly and his palms started to sweat. Oh. Shit.

Sorry it ended up being shorter than promised. I got swamped with an art history paper. The third chapter will be up soon! :]