[Author's Note] Well I haven't really been on the ball with posting the next chapter yet. Sorry loves. Anyway, I swear there will be some smut soon to come. I am trying to keep you guessing, trying to make it last. I have big plans. Thank you all who have faved the story! Please review if you'd like. =] Sorry it's so short.

[Disclaimer] These boys, no matter how much I wish, do not belong to me. They belong to the almighty JK Rowling. 3

Well that had been utterly awkward to say the least. His arch nemesis had pushed him up against a wall and proclaimed that he wanted him? What did that even mean? Harry found himself wandering aimlessly to the Gryffindor common room, his thoughts locked on what had just taken place. Had the Prince of Slytherin finally gone mad? Maybe the boy was on some kind of drug or something of that sort. Or maybe he was drunk! Yea, that could be it. That would explain the odd behavior. But wait...he hadn't smelled any kind of liquor on his breath, and he would have. Malfoy had been close enough to kiss. What the fuck? Close enough to kiss? Why did he think of that.

The confused brunette let out a long sigh as he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and said the password absentmindedly. "Certainly." was all she muttered as she opened the door for the Gryffindor. The disheveled boy was greeted by a rush of questions from two of his very best friends. The stern and accusing voice of Hermoine rang out first. "Where have you been Harry? We've been worried for hours." Ron's agreeing and curious voice came next. "Yea mate, you've been gone a while. Hermoine here has been out of sorts. Whatcha been doin?" Really? Was this what his friends were for? To wonder what he did every second of every day? To agitate him whenever possible for going on a walk? He knew they meant well, but it was bloody annoying.

"I've just been out for a little walk. Needed to clear my thoughts. Just needed a bit of time alone. Is that alright with you two?" Instead of sounding calm and friendly, his voice came off as angry and mean. The two Gryffindor's took a step back, looking at him in shock. Sure, Harry could be moody but he generally wasn't down right mean. What had gotten into him? Seeing the looks on his two best friend's faces, he softened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to sound so angry. I'm just...I'm just tired." He confessed, not willing to tell them what was really wrong.

Hermoine still held a look of suspicion across her pretty face, eye balling him, trying to figure him out. Ron shrugged in an understanding way. "Yea, we should probably head off to bed anyway. Second day of classes tomorrow. I am sure we will be loaded down with homework." With a look of utter relief, Harry nodded. Thankfully Hermoine let it go and said her good nights to the boys as she headed for the girls dorms.

Harry and Ron trudged slowly up the stairs to the boys dorms, not really saying much to each other. Ron cleared his throat a bit and try to say it casually. "You alright Harry?" The question grated on the brunette's nerves. Why was everyone always asking him if he was alright? Didn't they see that he could take care of himself? Everyone always walked around looking at him as though he were a loose canon ready to explode at any given moment. It was really started to get to him. Instead of blowing up though, Harry just shrugged. "Yea, I'm fine. Just tired." and confused, and angry, and suspicious. God, he was a big ball of emotions that he couldn't sort out.

The thin male finally made it to the dorms, exhaustion over taking his body. Today had been such a weird day, he was ready to sleep and put it all behind him. Harry slowly changed from his school robes to his pajamas, sliding into his comforting bed. Eyes became heavy as sleep struggled to claim him. The last thing he remembered before drifting off was thinking about Malfoy. Such an odd thing to think about.

Draco certainly wasn't tired yet. His mind was wide awake and reeling with the actions that he just committed. A slow chuckle poured from parted lips. He had just told Harry Potter that he 'wanted' him. It was too rich and he couldn't stop laughing. The blonde only hoped that little Potter was still confused about the whole situation. He hoped that was all he could think about. Surely the boy would be trying to decipher his actions. How fun this was turning out to be. Soon Harry would start to think he liked Draco, and eventually he would love him. Malfoy would have none of that. He didn't believe in love. He only believed in fucking and playing around. Love was some silly little thing invented by card and candy companies to make money off poor fools. It was absolutely silly.

The blonde boy was stretched out on one of the plushy green couches in the common room. The flames of the fire cast dancing shadows about the abandoned room. Everyone was asleep except him. He was out here laughing to himself. Well part of that was due to the large amounts of fire whiskey he had consumed but most of it was owed to the fact that he was getting to Harry Potter. He was slowly breaking the Golden Boy down. He was slithering into his mind, confusing him, making him question things. That was all part of the plan. God he could be so manipulative when he wanted. His father was wrong about him being an idiot, he was far from it.

The fire was starting to die down and so was Draco. His mind had become cloudy and eyes became heavy. Sleep was pulling him into it's clutches. Eyes slid closed and he found himself dead to the world. Dreams of naughty things scouring his mind.

"Draco wake up. Wake up. Dracooo." What? Where was that awful voice coming from? "Draco, we have classes in ten minutes. Wake up." That voice was desperately trying to wake him from his amazing sleep. It was interrupting a particularly naughty dream about Potter sucking his..."WAKE UP" Eyes shot open as the voice finally penatrated his mind. "I'm awake, damn." Eyes struggled to open, staring at the girl before him. Pansy looked unhappy with the whole situation. "Draco, have you been drinking? You look a mess and you are going to be late for class." Oh Merlin, would someone just make this little bitch disappear?

With a low groan, the blonde lifted himself up from the couch, taking in the sight around him. Empty bottle of fire whiskey. No shirt, semi-erect cock in his loose fitting pajama pants(Thank Merlin). "Go on, i'll see you in class. I've got to get dressed." He dismissed the huffy looking girl and headed to his dorms.

It didn't take him long to get cleaned up and don some appropriate clothing. He was going to be late for Charms but who cared. Flitwick would probably chastise him and then give them all loads of homework. Nothing really mattered today, his head was pounding and he felt nauseated. He was absolutely hungover. Maybe drinking a whole bottle of Fire Whiskey by himself wasn't the best thing in the world to do. Oh well, it was too late now.

The Slytherin grabbed his books and wand and headed for Charms, wondering briefly how much trouble he was going to be in. He didn't give a fuck.