A/N: Yay! After many months suffering writers' bloc, I was finally able to complete chapter 2. Thanks for you patience!

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Back in Slytherin Territory…

Draco was pacing around the common room; deep in thought.

'He leaned in and kissed me! But then again, he had no choice. Ugh! This is making no sense! And why the fuck am I so damn upset that the kiss meant nothing?! Freaking closeted gay feelings!! Could it be….? Shit, no! Damn it, I-I can't like Ha-Potter!'

*

After dropping Terry off in front of Ravenclaw's common room entrance, Harry snuck back to the Towers.

"Gillieweed popsicles," the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. He made his way to his favourite squashy chair by the fireplace. Harry sighed remembering today's embarrassing events. Harry groaned while he imagined different possible scenarios that could possibly happen tomorrow involving a certain blonde.

"Oh no. What if that freaking git tells everyone while I'm entering the Great Halls?"

Entering Harry's imagination

Malfoy is seated at the Slytherin table looking smug. As Harry enters the hall, Malfoy whispers something to Pansy's ear while keeping his eyes on Harry. Pansy looks up and smirks and opens her mouth, 'OOOOOO, POTTER LIKES MEN!'

Harry's jaws fell wide open and closed them again and opened them several times. All while resembling a gaping fish. Ron looked over to Harry and frowned looking utterly disgusted.

"NO!" Harry yelled into his pillow, "oh, just in my head…pfft, that'll never ha-happen!" Harry stuttered as he got off the chair and headed for some rest.

*

Harry batted his eyelashes and crouched down on all fours; never breaking eye-contact. He crawled sensually to his willing victim. Once Harry was only mere millimetres away from his gazer, he looked up from under his long, dark lashes and spoke in a very alluring sugar coated voice that would melt any witness's moral sense into nothing.

'Draco,'.

Draco bolted up. He blinked rapidly and looked around his dorm. It was only a dream. Draco sighed and rubbed his forehead. 'Merlin, he's killing me…' He sighed again and drew his curtains; everyone was gone. Draco stretched and got out of his, while immediately searching for his uniform. Once he was decent, he headed down stairs for breakfast.

*

Harry had no idea. Because, Harry was still sleeping. No idea, that no one had bothered to wake his poor little arse and tell him he was going to be late. Finally, his internal clock decided to kick in. Harry woke up and reached for his glasses."Tempus," yup, he was definitely late.

Minutes later, a fresh Harry was seen running down the halls. He speedily 'rounded the corner, but only to collide into someone. The impact of the collision made Harry fall onto his derrière(butt).

"Ah, Fuck!" Harry exclaimed as he tried to collect his scattered items, "Sorry 'bout that, wasn't watching." He finished.

"You got that right you half blood," Harry looked and glared. Not surprised at all to find a smug looking Malfoy. Harry wrinkled his nose when a very malfoyish pale hand was clutching his book and quill.

"I said sorry, Malfoy. So, sod off and give me back my stuff, you twit!" Harry said while looking at Draco's annoying dragon-hide shoes.

"Uh uh uh, pot head. Firstly, you talk to me politely-didn't that mudblood show you any bettter-"Ah! Sh, keep quiet I'm talking Ha-rry,"-"Secondly, if you threaten me, try and look at my face like a man, baby pothead!" Draco said in a cooing tone.

Much to Harry's discomfort, he looked up while trying not to remember yesterday's night embarrassing event. "Give 'em back I said, Malfoy!" Harry said while growling.

"What did I tell you Potter? Did it not go through your thick head or what? I said Ask nicely or I won't give it back!" Draco sneered. Harry clenched his teeth before sighing.

"Fine. May I, master-dick head, Malfoy- Draco, have my stuff back, please?" Harry asked pleadingly while smiling "oh so" charmingly beaux.

Draco slumped and opened his mouth a little bit. He then closed his mouth again. He stuck the books and quills infront of Harry while frowning. Malfoy's don't ever become speechless. And, Malfoy's certainly do not blush.

"Thanks Drra-cooo," Harry cooed while thinking, how much of a chimp Malfoy looked like. He smirked before turning around and mockingly started strutting away in a malfoy manner.

Draco hissed and clenched his fist angrily. "That piece of lard thinks he can make fun of me…I'll show that arse how much of a pain I can be,"

*

"Aye mate, saved your spot 'ere!" Ron called as Harry entered potions class, "Just in luck, Snape's not 'ere yet!"Just as Ron said this, the swishing sound of a cloak was heard.

"Wrong as usual Ron," Snape turned his hooked nose towards Harry, "…Twenty-five points from gryffindor…Potter" Snape said in his nasally voice. Harry glared at the floor.

Seconds later Draco entered, "I bet he's gonna get it too mate," Ron said.

"Late ? Try not to be late again," Snape sneered. Draco smirked at Harry as he walked to his seat. Harry scowled at him in annoyance.

Professor Snape sat himself at his desk and put his fingers together. "Now that we're all settled," insert slimely face glaring at Harry, "Shall we begin?"

" What an ol' greasy git," Ron whispered

"Today, you shall be brewing a blood replenishing potion. The instructions are found on the board. When I pair you, you will begin,"

Harry sighed. He really hated double-potions especially with the Slytherins'. Knowing his luck and how much Snape loathed him, he was going to be separated from his friends.

"Parkison and Longbottom,"

"Goyle and Brown,"

"Crabbe and Finnigan,"

"Zabini and Thomas,"

"Nott and Granger"

"Malfoy and….." Harry squeezed his eyes shut and prayed he wouldn't be paired with Draco. "Ah yes, Potter" Harry let his breath and looked over to Malfoy, he simply smirked. Harry scowled and grabbed his things to move over.

"Bulstrode and Weasley" The names became to drone on as harry walked over to Draco; sluggishly mind you.

"Potty, about time. Now settle in and get comfy." Malfoy said sarcastically.

"Bugger off Malfoy! Got get the things and I'll heat up the cauldron," Harry responded tiredly. Malfoy sneered and stuck his face in front of Harry.

"First of all Potter, no one orders me around and secondly, you go get the stuff from the cupboard, understood? Or, do I have to repeat myself?" Draco smiled smugingly.

Harry scowled and angrily got out of his chair and went to get the ingrediants. Surely, this was going to be a long class.

*

"C-h-o-p Potter! Not stab,"

"Shut the fuck up Malfoy! I'm tired of you're nagging! Quit it or I'll stab you," the knife in his hand was pointed towards Malfoy matched with an icy glare.

"Oh, be quiet Potty! You're threats don't scare me, now continue with the chopping," Malfoy drawled. Harry frowned and started to "chopped", "much better. I believe yelling is the only thing that can pass through your thick skull!"

After many minutes of continuos bickering and to Harry's delight, the period was done.

Harry packed his bags and left but not before glaring at Malfoy. Draco smirked.

"See you 'round Pottypants,"

*

"Ugh what an insufferable git! I hate him so much, he's such a waste to my life!" harry said as he glared at malfoy from across the table.

"Aye Harry, is alright just forget abou the git," Ron said as he stuffed a piece of broccoli in his mouth.

"Harry one would say you were overreacting," Hermione said wisely.

" 'mione you can't be serious! Back me up Ron,"

"Yeah 'mione, Harry is right! You shoulda saw how that git was treating him during potions!"

" Whatever Ronald. Harry, you should just ignore him and not waste yourself on him."

"Yeah yeah, if only he would leave me alone," Harry said but more to himself. "What an arse pain…this whole mess started with Fred and George's prank lust potion…" Harry sighed and swivelled his fork around his plate, "Those Gits will definitely pay."

From acroos the table, Draco could be seen squinting his eyes in a chilly glare; set on for Harry. He angrily bit off the spaghetti from his fork thinking, "that Potter and his stupid tempting face…I'll show him!"

A/N: well, that took ages…So sorry, D: I have no excuse! You may hate me now,