Author's note: Sorry about the wait, I've just gone back to school so I haven't really had time to work on this. Hope you enjoy and please review! Also thanks to people who reviewed the last chapter.

Warning: This chapter contains sexual scenes (slash)

Chapter 2

Draco stormed away from the classroom breathing heavily, how dare Potter push him away. He hated him, he hated him, but this thought did nothing to rid him of the throbbing heat in his trousers. He hit the corridor with such momentum he was at his dormitory before he even realized it. He quickly pushed aside the hangings and once he was inside cast a silencing and a sticking charm so he knew he would not be disturbed.

He sighed with relief as he shrugged off his robes and hesitated for a moment before pushing a pale hand past the waistband of his trousers. He arched his back and bit his lip as he curled his fingers around himself, wanting to prolong the sensation. Normally he would have done anything to rid his mind of the provocative images of Potter that were flitting through it but at that moment he was in no state to complain. He unwillingly succumbed to the idea that it was Potter here with him, Potter's warm hand was wrapped around him, Potter's hot breath was against his neck, Potter's tongue ran over his chest. He sped up, touching himself harder and faster until finally he came, gasping out a strangled "Potter!" After a mumbled scourgify and ridding himself of his school shirt and tie he gave in to sleep immediately, images of Potter plaguing his dreams.

It was 3 days before their next encounter, they had managed to successfully managed to avoid each other at mealtimes but on Tuesday morning Gryffindors and Slytherins had double potions and there was no avoiding that. The students trudged into the dank classroom, Harry looked awkward and nervous, and his eyes kept darting to the corner where he and Malfoy had kissed. Malfoy just looked angry, glowering at anything in his line of vision. Neither boy was listening to Snape's drawling instructions, they registered his request to get into pairs, Harry stepped in Ron's direction and Draco inclined his head at Crabbe. Both of them heard very clearly however the sneering voice that said "Oh no, I don't think so Mr. Potter, I don't need any more melted cauldrons. You will be paired with Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure he can keep you in check"

Harry and Draco stared at each other in horror for several minutes before realizing they were expected to move, Ron gave Harry a nudge and a muttered "Hard luck mate". Harry collected his books and potion ingredients and walked across the classroom, dumping his bag unceremoniously on the desk next to Draco's. Draco wrinkled his nose and tilted his chair away from Harry. "Before you begin I will speak a bit more about the theory of this potion, it is particularly complicated and without proper instruction it is highly likely most of you idiots will make something explode"

Harry tuned out Snape's directions and stared at the clock, his eyes glazed over. He was jolted back to earth very suddenly at the feel of a warm weight on his knee. He looked down and gulped. It was Malfoy's hand. Malfoy's thumb was gently stroking his knee and Harry could feel the heat of his hand through the fabric of his trousers. He looked at Malfoy who was gazing resolutely in the other direction looking utterly disinterested. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed. Malfoy smirked, still not looking at him, "Just having a little fun Potter. You should try it some time if you're not to busy with your hero duties". Harry scowled and stifled a gasp as the hand moved up his leg to his inner thigh, still stroking teasingly. "Stop it, now." Draco merely smirked more as he leaned across his desk, closer to Harry. "Don't pretend you don't want me, I know you want me" at the last part he moved his hand lightly across Harry's erection. Harry bit his lip and, just as suddenly as it had arrived, Malfoy's hand was gone. Although he would never admit it Harry regretted the loss of contact. The rest of the lesson passed uneventfully, Harry chopped ingredients clumsily with shaking hands and the two boys handed in a potion that was almost passable thanks to Malfoy's influence and when the bell went Malfoy swept out of the classroom with his usual air of grandeur. No one noticed that he smirked a little more as he left. No one knew it was because he was sure that Harry Potter would be following him.

Sure enough Harry mumbled an excuse to Ron and Hermione about having Transfiguration homework to do and hurried out of the classroom after the Slytherin. He caught up with Draco in the Charms corridor which was mercifully empty. Draco knew Harry was there but he did not look round, before he knew it was being tugged into an alcove behind a suit of amour and being shoved roughly against the wall. "I don't know what you think you're playing it but never, ever do that again" Harry growled in Draco's ear. The sound of Harry's voice like that, so low and menacing made Draco inexplicably hard, he made a tiny whimpering noise and wriggled slightly in Harry's grip. As Draco moved Harry felt the hardness pressed against his thigh. Draco's plaintiveness soon turned to an expression of wicked superiority, he knew Harry had felt it, knew the affect it had on him. He ground his hips against Harry's and Harry let out a low growl and kissed him, hard and demanding. He felt Draco smirk into the kiss, knowing that he had got what he wanted, because Draco always got what he wanted.

And now Draco's tongue was invading Harry's mouth and their hips were pressed together needily. He snaked a hand up the back of Harry's shirt and gripped his shoulder hard. The rough stones scraped against his back and Harry's suffocating grip almost lifted him off the ground he felt Harry fumbling in his pocket for his wand and for a moment he was worried he was going to hex him but he just tapped a brick on the wall behind them, it slid away and they fell backwards into a dusty passageway. The weight of Harry on top of him knocked the wind out of him but he didn't seem to mind they just kept exchanging fiery kisses until their mouths ached. Draco was the first one to trace a wicked path with his hand down Harry's chest and past the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. Harry gasped loudly as he felt Draco's strong hand wrap around him but it wasn't long before he did the same, and before long the two boys were stroking each other to ecstasy, each thrusting sharply into the other's hand. They came within seconds of each other, groaning and gasping. They lay side by side, panting, for a few minutes before Draco stood up, adjusting his disheveled clothed.

He sneered down at Harry. "Well, Potter. I knew you wanted me, now that I've verified that little fact don't expect it to happen again". With this he turned and left without looking back, leaving Harry silently fuming in the dank corridor that smelt of sweat and sex and that indefinable scent that was Draco.