Warning- The following chapter may or may not contain explicit slash between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Consider yourself warned...

Disclaimer- None of the characters you are about to read of belong to me. I am only using them for my sick and twisted enjoyment... And yours. Pervert.

As he lay in his bed, completely engulfed by the surrounding darkness, Draco was wide awake. There was so much on his mind lately that he was lucky to get an hour of sleep a night... The upcoming task he had to perform was seriously taking a toll on his mental health. He was really thinking, and acting, like he was actually interested in Harry Potter in way that wasn't murderous. A few days ago he had actually came onto the dark haired boy, in public at that! What was coming over him? Yes, Harry had kissed him and he had kissed back the last time but that was nothing more than an accident... A mere flaw in judgment even though he was under the influence of Veritaserum. Either way, Harry's kisses that he may or may not want were not on Draco's list of priorities right now. Draco was more worried over what he was going to do about his job of assassinating Dumbledore before this school year ends. So far he had tried to poison his head master with booze, but that failed miserably, thought it had almost killed Ron Weasley so it wasn't an all around bad experience. He closed his eyes and sighed, this feat seemed impossible and the end of the year was approaching quickly. It was already autumn.

Finally realizing that he won't be able to fall asleep on his own, perhaps he would go to the hospital wing and see if he could get a hold of a sleeping potion... He sat up with a huff, the room outside his curtains was cold and dark. The moon shown through the windows illuminating it enough to see where one was going, but aside from the room being lit by moonlight it was also cold. The windows around the room were far from air proof and the cold air from the outside was seeping in through the cracks... Clad in just black silky pajama bottoms, Draco shivered and goosebumps rose from his flesh. Draco quickly exited the room and made his way down the empty halls with his lit wand leading the way, he passed the Great Hall on his way to Madame Pomfrey but was stopped by a voice.

"Draco?" The voice called. "Is that you?" Draco jumped at the voice, he spun quickly and whipped his wand in the general direction of the voice. The pale light from the tip of his wand cast ghostly shadows across Harry Potter's face, his glasses bore a glaring reflection of the pale light. The boy squinted away from the brightness of the wand and nearly dropped what he was carrying in his arms.

"What are you doing down here?" Draco whispered. His wand still held out as it nearly blinded the boy in front of him.

"I was... g-getting food, I couldn't sleep. What are you doing down here?" Harry lied, he really woke up from a horrible nightmare. He was back in the Department of Mysteries and he just kept seeing his late Godfather fall through the veil over and over. Each time it replayed in Harry's mind, he became more at fault for Sirius' death. He was really heading down to Madame Pomfrey's for a sleeping potion, but seeing as how taking any sort of a potion on an empty stomach probably wasn't a good idea he decided to nick some food from the kitchen before hand. The elves were always ready and willing to hand over whatever it is that they had, so getting the food didn't prove to be that difficult.

"I couldn't sleep either... I was heading to Madame Pomfrey's for a sleeping potion." Draco's voice was less tense now, he was starting to relax. It was just Harry Potter for Merlin's sake.

"Back at my Aunt and Uncle's they would give their son warm milk or water when he couldn't sleep. It worked like a charm too apparently... I would sooner try that than a potion that forces sleep, it seems so odd to be forced into rest like that." Harry shrugged and sighed.

"You really want me to use muggle solutions?" Draco scoffed. "You realize I'm a pureblood, no? Not using magic is so unnatural to my kind."

"So is kissing boys, but you seem to do that quite easily. Not to mention hitting on them during dinner." Harry rolled his eyes and laughed sarcastically, he was enjoying Draco's irritation over what he had just said far too much.

"Fine." Draco sighed. "I'll use your little muggle fix to try and get to sleep."

"Follow me." Harry spun on his heel to go back into the Great Hall and then into the kitchen. Both boys were in the spacious kitchen and surrounded by House Elves, each offering food and drink to both of them. Draco spotted his old House Elf, Dobby and quickly glared down at him.

"Harry Potter needs more food?" Dobby asked Harry, he was dressed in the socks and hats that Hermione had been leaving around the Common Room. His gaze focused on Harry rather than Draco, he seemed to be completely oblivious to the cold stare he was getting from the pale boy.
"No, thank you Dobby. We're just here for warm milk, actually. Can we have some of that please?" Harry asked Dobby and immediately the small elf sprung into action and whisked off to get what Harry had requested. Harry looked back at Draco, who was still glaring around at the elves.

"Harry Potter's milk, sir." Dobby held the pitcher of milk for Harry, and after the boy took it, Dobby handed him a pair of cups before nodding and smiling up at the dark haired boy. Harry and Draco left the kitchen and walked slowly into the Great Hall and sat at the end of one of the four tables.

"What happens if we get caught? I'm not a prefect anymore." Draco looked around the vast room, it was dark and still. Anyone in the hall outside of this gargantuan room could hear them, everything they said echoed and reverberated off of the walls and ceiling.

"Do you want to go somewhere more private?" Harry asked, his hand twitched forward in an attempt to grab the pitcher of milk.
"Yes, let's." Draco said. He stood and left it to Harry to carry the pitcher and cups to wherever they were going...

"How about here?" Harry asked as they stopped outside of a classroom, it seemed to be abandoned enough.

"Sure." Draco said before kneeling in front of the door knob and uttering the unlocking charm, the door opened slightly and a pale hand reached out and pushed it so it was completely ajar. The entirety of the room could be seen by just peering inside the door...

"After you." Harry looked the pale boy in the eyes, he really was trying to be nice to Draco, but his efforts were wasted as the boy was used to everyone bowing at his feet. The blonde walked in, followed by Harry who placed the pitcher and cups on a desk at the front of the room.

Draco poured himself a glass and left Harry to tend to his own. Both boys sipped their warm milk and looked around the deserted room... Harry didn't recognize this room, and he had already been inside two other deserted classrooms, this room was small and not as cluttered as the others. This room had desks that actually weren't covered in boxes and old cloaks. This room had just the teacher's desk, several student's desks and a few boxes on the floor. The walls were barren and the air was stale, it was definitely abandoned and by the looks of it for some time.

Both the boys finished their milk and poured themselves another tall glass of the lukewarm liquid. Instead of sipping it, they just stood there and stared as it as it sat in the cup. Harry looked from his glass to Draco's face, the boy was still staring at his milk and finally he sighed and looked up as well.

"Bottoms up." Harry shrugged and chugged the entire glass of milk then placed on the table, he had finished the mill before Draco did. Then again, Draco wasn't sucking his down like it was his first drink for fifty years... A pale hand finally placed the empty glass down on the table and Draco licked the milk-mustache from his lips. The container of milk was only half empty but neither boy wanted to finish it... They were already full from what they had drank and the mere prospect of drinking that much of anything was enough to make you feel sick.

Harry yawned and Draco followed with a yawn of his own, he was feeling very drowsy, so perhaps the muggle-way had worked after all... Though Draco would never admit that.

"I think the warm milk worked." Harry nodded and stretched sleepily.

"I... Yeah." Draco started to say something else, but decided against it and just agreed. Instead of looking at Harry, who would inevitably pick up on the change in words, he decided to walk around the room and look at all the random bits of junk. All the boxes were covered in a thick layer of dust, as were the desks.

"What were yo going to say?" Harry leaned against he desk, he had indeed picked up on Draco's slight stutter between the words.

"Nothing." Draco shot back, his response was too quick to be truthful.

"Yeah, okay." Harry said sarcastically. "C'mon, tell me." Harry was now walking over to where Draco was stopped. The pale boy was poised over a box, his gaze peering into the darkness that the inside of the container was engulfed in. Reaching into a box of Merlin-knows-what at a normal school may be okay, but at a magic school it would be incredibly responsible.

"I said nothing, so just leave it alone, alright?" Draco snapped and turned around to face Harry, the boys were a mere foot away from one another.

"No." Harry cornered the blonde boy between a large stack of boxes and leaned in close to Draco's ear. "I don't think I can leave it alone, Draco."

"What do you-" Draco started to say while rolling his eyes, but his words were lost in the kiss shared between himself and Harry. She kiss was slow and sweet, but no matter how slow it was it would still not be long enough.

Both boys were caught in the moment they had shared, even after they separated Draco's eyes opened slightly and Harry's were still closed, leaving an awkward silence envelope the room. Finally, Harry opened his eyes and saw that Draco was staring at him... Neither knew how to react. After several excruciating seconds of silence and staring Harry finally crushed the silence with another kiss. This time, Draco was entirely ready for it and even kissed back.

They separated after several seconds, this time both their eyes remained closed and hand were starting to explore the others body. Draco leaned in to kiss Harry's cheek and slowly work his way over towards his lips and finally placing a light kiss against them.

Hands began to move more fervently now, Draco's' hands moved from Harry's chest to his hips to his hair and finally to his shoulders where they stayed. Harry's hands started at Draco's narrow hips, then moved to the boy's chest and finally back to his hips. Both boys meshed together at the lips, and the deeper their kiss got the harder they would press together.

"H-Harry..." Draco barely whispered, his voice as soft and hoarse from lack of use. His breathing was heavy and it took him several seconds to even get out a single word. "I... I can't."

"Shh." Harry coaxed, he finally had Draco in just the way that he wanted, he could not give it up now. "You're thinking too much, just let this happen."

"I... No." Draco said, his voice was clearer, but did not prove to be convincing enough to Harry as he just went right back to kissing the pale neck. "No." Draco said, this time his voice pinged with defiance.

"F-fine." Harry stopped and pulled away ever so slightly. He looked into Draco's eyes, his murky green penetrated their cold gray... "Wh-what's... What's the matter?" Harry didn't know how to pose this question, he never really had to ask someone why they didn't want to kiss him.

"I-you... I just-you're you and I'm me. We are arch nemeses, and both boys and both purebloods... Not caring on the pureblood legacy is a crime itself, and being... what we are is frowned upon in practically ever society." Draco went from random stuttered ramblings to forming complete thoughts, all of which poured from his mouth and filled the empty air.

"I-I... Okay." Harry nodded and completely turned away from Draco. He ran a single hand through his hair and began to pace. "H-how about we don't tell anyone?" Harry resisted the urge to look at Draco, as much as he wanted to know what the blonde boy said or did he couldn't bare it if the proposition was shot down. "W-we could keep it a secret... It could be like this forever, or until we get out of Hogwarts."

"I-I don't know, Harry." Draco said. He wanted to, he so wanted to with every fiber of his being. There was only one problem: His task of killing Albus Dumbledore, who was one of Harry's closest friends and teachers. "I-I..." Draco stuttered.

"Please, just... Please? Try it? If-if it doesn't work out then we can... We can just b-be out about it. O-or..." Harry sighed, he couldn't say it. "O-or we could break it off."

"I-okay." Draco closed his eyes. His mind attempted to wrap itself around the current situation... He had snogged Harry Potter, freaked out about the whole thing, and is now secretly dating him. Was he really dating him if it was all in secret? Was he really willing to do this? He really did like Harry and he didn't want to hurt him... Merlin knows how he was going to do this and fulfill his previous arrangement. Oh God, what had he done?

Author's Note:

Random Information: I am going to see the Quidditch World Cup. Yes they have one, and yes it's totally awesome. It's going to be on the weekend of November 13th and 14th of this year on 52nd-54th Street in New York and I. Am. So. There.

I'm actually going for my birthday, which is on the 22nd of November, AND it's my 16th birthday. Aside from getting a freaking car this is the best gift I've ever gotten and I am really really excited for it... I suggest you go, there will be 57 teams playing and most are colleges so they'll be legit and stuff.

Anyway, back to what this is actually here for; To reference the story. As you can plainly see, this is the first legit and for-real encounter between Draco and Harry. This is pretty much the deciding chapter for what happens in the future with this story... I know exactly how the next chapter will go and how this entire story will end, but the ending isn't for a while now so don't worry.

Also, thank you to everyone who left me a review, I am greatly appreciative! I'm also over the top happy that people really genuinely enjoy this story and I'm hoping this chapter didn't totally muss it up with the extremely light slash.

Once again, thank you for reading and whatnot and please leave some love!