Yup this is the second chapter. I hope you like it.


Oh no you don't, Harry thought who so desperately needed to talk to someone, anyone! So with this in mind he grabbed hold of the other boy as he walked past and held on for his life.

'What the fuck Potter!'

Ok he panicked. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Harry thought as he held a furious Malfoy around the waste.

'Let go now Potter!'

'I just wanted to know why you hadn't gone home. It was just a simple question!'

What started from simple curiosity and boredom was now quickly spiralling out of control. The Malfoy in Harry's arms was struggling like mad now.

'Let go of me Potter!'

'Never!'

The blonde haired boy, having enough of this, decided that since the prat wasn't going to let go he would get away by force. Turning around to face Potter he lifted his leg up and kneed him in the crotch. The stunned Gryffindor crumpled to the floor and Malfoy smugly walked past him and out the nearest door abandoning the book he was reading on the floor.

That bastard! Was the only thought going through Harry's mind at the moment. He had summoned enough strength to stand up using a shelf laden with books for balance. Unfortunately for the vulnerable boy Madam Pince the old stuffy librarian had taken it upon herself to investigate the strangled noises coming from the aisle Harry was in.

'Be quiet in the library oh Mr potter what- um… are you ok? Can I help?' She said turning an interesting pinky colour. This is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened! Ever! The young adolescent thought hoping he could sink through the floor.

Realising she was going to try and help he answered in a slightly squeaky voice, 'no Madam Pince, thanks but I'm ok.' Clearly grateful that she need to assist him she retreated in the direction of her office looking behind at him every now and again. Harry thought he would explode. What the hell is wrong with Malfoy! I mean really what I did was a little creepy (heh little) but there was no need to do that.

Plotting his revenge the pissed Gryffindor exited the library through the side door that the blonde went through. He made his way down to the dungeons; glad he didn't meet anyone on the way, and started to pursue the blonde through them feeling very Snapeish.

Seething he walked through the winding corridors hoping to find his quarry. He was so angry he kept walking until he was thoroughly lost in the stone labyrinth. Shit!

Shit! Ohnoesohcrapfuck! The Gryffindor turned around ready to try and navigate his way back out of the dungeons but he saw that he had gone through a fork in the corridor and couldn't remember which one he had come out of. Harry started to panic. Oh God I'm gonna die down here! I'll never get out! Knowing that this wouldn't get him anywhere he tried to calm himself down (not an easy task).

'Ok calm down, everything will be alright. I'll find Malfoy, kill him, then find a way out,' he muttered to himself. Having a goal seemed to relax the adolescent considerably.

'You really are a retard aren't you Potter?' Spinning around the retard in question stared at the Slytherin who was leaning nonchalantly against a wall. 'How do you plan on finding your way out by yourself?'

'I'll… think of something.' Harry said finally seeing the floor in his plan.

'Yes and you're all about thinking things through aren't you Potter? But I am curious, why are you going to kill me? Have I been a naughty boy?' The blonde said walking towards the blushing Gryffindor.

'Because you- wait what,' Harry backed away until he felt unforgiving stone against his back. Draco had already crossed the distance between them in a shockingly small amount of time and whispered in Harry's ear.

'What's wrong Harry? You don't look too well.' His silky voice sending shivers down Harry's spine.

'N-no I'm ok,' he said, mentally berating himself for how weak his voice sounded.

'Good' was all the blonde said as his lips met Harry's. The black haired teen wanted to deepen the kiss but was afraid Draco would pull away. He had never kissed anyone before (except for Cho but that was just gross) and he didn't want Draco to know how inexperienced he was. He was afraid Draco would laugh at him. He smells like strawberries. Harry thought absent mindedly as Draco moved away giving the Gryffindor's lips a farewell lick.

He seemed to approve of the dazed look on Harry's face and pulled away to leave.

'Wait, don't go!' The lost boy called after him.

'We should do that again sometime,' the blonde called back before disappearing from Harry's sight. The fact that Harry was once again alone and still lost rushed back to him. Harry hurried after the blonde but all he saw was more stretches of stone corridor.

Later that day in the library…

How did he get out you ask? Well it was thanks to Snape in a way. When the (sexy) professor found our hero panicking in a far corner of the dungeon he gave him a detention after the holidays and 20 points from Gryffindor just for the hell of it. Of course he didn't show Harry the way out, the Gryffindor, coincidently, found his way out while running away from the potions master. Those were terrible times for our favourite teen which shall no longer be mentioned again (probably).

Once out of the dungeons Harry needed to go somewhere he could think by himself about recent events, namely Draco Malfoy kissing him. Oh for goodness sake it wasn't that good a kiss anyway. Harry thought. I wonder if he naturally smells of strawberries… catching him thinking this very inappropriate thought he promptly banged his head against the mahogany reading desk to stop anymore thoughts of that ilk coming to him. That was when he noticed the thick book on the table across from him (observant eh?). It was a transfiguration text book. Harry was going to check if it was his but was being too lazy.

Rubbing the dent he had made in his forehead he lied it back down on the cool surface of the table. He felt his eyelids droop and knew the day couldn't end quicker. Harry looked around him to make sure he was alone then fell asleep leaning against his arms like a pillow.

Draco's POV

Perhaps it was too harsh to leave him there? The blonde Slytherin thought as he navigated through the corridors leading to his common room. Of course he had a good reason, how could he pass up an opportunity like that?! I wonder if he's gotten out yet. Entering the common room he glared at some first years and went into his own private prefect rooms (a/n I gave the prefects their own rooms). He gracefully plopped down on his soft bed and smiled at the memory of the look on Harry's face when he had kissed him.

Why did I kiss him? Thought Draco but he quickly pushed it away. He knew why. Draco had had feelings for that annoyingly cute Gryffindor since their second year. To take his mind off of his crush he checked his to-do list for homework.

'Ok I'll do my transfiguration homework first.' Without looking up he grabbed his transfiguration book from the floor (where it belonged). Well he would have if it was there. Where the hell did I leave it…? Transfiguration lesson No….Common room? No he knew better, he wouldn't ever have seen it ever again if I did. Had he dropped it somewhere? Nah not clumsy enough. Where the fuck- the library.

"The stunned Gryffindor crumpled to the floor and Malfoy smugly walked past him and out the nearest door abandoning the book he was reading on the floor."

'I have to go get it don't I?' he groaned to himself before sighing and lifting himself off the bed.


I hoped you liked it! I tried to make it longer I did. Review please!!