Chapter 1: A Friendly Chat?

Being a prefect was nice but it was also a drag. How do you bust students for breaking the rules when you yourself broke them on a daily basis? This was the question that Harriet pondered as she roamed the halls of Hogwarts as she made her prefect rounds. Many students had asked her this question as well and the only response she could come up with was that she broke them for a reason, unlike others who broke them to get in a snog session.

She finished her rounds with relief and began her walk back to Gryffindor tower. She was only a few floors away when someone snuck up behind her and tickle-pinched her sides. She yelped and spun around, thankful that she had replaced her glasses with contact lenses because they would have flown off her face, and saw Malfoy holding onto the wall trying to stifle his fits of laughter. Some of the portraits hissed at them but neither one took noticed.

"Y-y-you should have s-seen the l-l-look on your f-face." Malfoy said through his laughter.

"That was NOT funny Malfoy!" Harriet said angrily.

He looked at her while biting his bottom lip in an attempt to stop himself from laughing again. Harriet took that moment to observe the boy in front of her. He was tall, well built (thanks to Quidditch), his school robes were neatly kept, his gold prefect badge shimmering on his chest, and his blonde hair framed his face while his eyes her fixed on her.

Stopping herself from looking anymore she turned and started to go. She didn't get very far however. Malfoy stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"Come on Harriet, you can't be that mad at me, can you?" he said in a dramatic attempt to sound hurt.

"Yes, I can! Now let… What did you call me?" she asked in disbelief.

"Harriet." He said as if it was the most obvious thing I the world "That is your name, right?"

"Right." She said shortly. What was this twisted kid thinking? "Will you let me go now Malfoy?"

"Draco."

"What?"

"My name, its Draco, Harriet." He smirked.

"Fine, whatever, let go."

Draco complied, and dropped her arm.

"Thank You." She said rubbing her arm where he had held her. "Now, what do you want?"

He crossed his arms in font of his chest and shrugged. "Cant someone stop by for a friendly chat?"

"A friendly chat?" she replied in disbelief. "Malfoy, we don't chat. We're not even friends."

She turned to go but he grabbed her arm again. He spun her into him and before she could protest covered her mouth with his. Her first proper kiss and it was coming from him. It was soft, gentle, and sweet. However as soon as he had started he pulled away, though his mouth was still close to hers.

"Now, would I do that if I wasn't your friend?" he asked calmly.

"Mal-" she croaked out, but he put a finger over her lips, silencing her.

"Draco." He whispered removing his finger.

"Draco." She repeated.

"Yes?"

"Um, I don't know." She said looking into his eyes.

The orbs that usually resembled two icebergs had melted and now looked like two pools of calm warm water. Before she could stop herself she stood on tip-toes, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him just as softly as he had her. He kissed her back. When they pulled away she looked up at him and saw that he was smiling a genuine smile. She then noticed that she was smiling as well and looked away.

"We should be getting back to our dormitories." She said.

Draco blinked, and looked like he was going to protest but nodded. Before could turn away though Draco pulled her back into an embrace.

"Would be possible to see you tomorrow night?" he asked speaking into her ear.

She smiled and looked into his eyes. "Only if it's for a 'friendly chat'." And they both giggled.

They gave each other one last chaste kiss and began walking in opposite directions. Harriet climbing the next few floors to Gryffindor Tower. And Draco down to the dungeons. Each one on the others mind.