A/N: Yeah! More oneshots! Ok, this is during "THE BIG BATTLE SCENE"! So, read and reviews are highly appreciated!

I ran through the school, rushing to get as far away from the battle as possible. My feet flew across the stone, my heart raced, and my mind spit out insults.

Coward.

I flinched and gritted my teeth.

"I know." I ducked into a room as a bang went off near by, "Nothing wrong with that."

I stopped, breathing eavily and looked around. I appeared to be in the Potions Room. Funny, I didn't remember going down stairs.

I slid silently over to the desk and sat down on top of it. I tried to even out my heart beat, but failed, deciding instead to work on my breathing some more.

Just as I began to relax slightly, I heard a noise right outside the door. Ducking, I instinctively dived beneath the desk and waited, my heart rate and breathing pattern speeding up again.

So much for all my hard work.

I sat, scrunched up and praying that whoever it was would either be on my side (whatever side that was), or not come in.

After a moment, the person went away and breathed a sigh of relief. I stood up from my hiding place, stretching, and stopped. There was someone else outside.

I cursed silently and slipped back behind the desk, waiting. After what felt like forever, the door opened and the mystery figure entered. I peered around the edge and cursed again.

Of all the people it could be, it was Potter.

"Who's there?" I heard him inch closer, his voice cracking slightly. He was obviously terrified.

"You and me both Potter." I muttered.

"Who said that?" His footsteps came even closer and I sighed, standing up.

"Malfoy?" He looked shocked, his green eyes wide.

"Potter?" I arched an eyebrow and sat on the edge of the desk.

"What are you doing here?" He scowled.

"I could ask you the same thing." I kept my voice slightly bored, "Aren't you supposed to be saving the world?"

He bit his lip thoughtfully "I guess you could call it that. Aren't you supposed to be running errands for Voldemort?"

I felt a shiver of fear run through me at his name, but kept my composure "He has plenty of Death Eaters. He'll be fine."

"I suppose so." There was another bang and we both jumped, me more the Potter as ridiculous as that was. He was covered in bumps and bruises, while I had barely a scratch on me.

There was a long period of silence, where we studied each other. As I stared at him, I felt an odd sort of yearning to be closer. So, i slid off the desk and halfed the space between us.

There was another bang, and I slipped even closer, until we were almost touching.

"What are you doing?" Harry stuttered, but didn't move back.

"You'll see." I stared at him, smirking slightly. After another silence, he spoke up again.

"I have to go." He motioned towards the door and I grabbed his hands.

Then, quite suddenly, I kissed him. And not a short, chaste kiss. I kissed him with everything I had, and he kissed back. Finally, I pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Wha-?"

"In case you don't come back." I smiled slightly and he turned, slipping quickly out the door.

And, for some odd reason, I knew he was coming back.

He HAD to come back.