drh Title: At a glimpse
Author: Starburst (ginny@antisocial.com)
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Warning! This story you seek is *slash*, which means there's two people of the same sex in love...or in lust. I haven't decided yet. =P So I'm warning you all now, if you don't like it, then you don't have to read it. And yes, the rating will go higher in later chapters, so consider yourself warned.
Disclaimer: All characters in this story is copyright (c) J.K. Rowling, and a bunch of other stuff. They don't belong to me, to my unfortunate.
Notes: I'm back for chapter 2. ^_^ I'm so sorry that it took so long with this, I've been grounded from the computer for forever it seems. So here you are, all gift wrapped and bow tied, just for you. R&R, or R&F, but I'm warning you that I'll just laugh. Flames are hilarious, aren't they?

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At a glimpse
by Starburst
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A week had passed since the incident in the common room. Harry hadn't told anyone, to his surprise. Why didn't he just tell a teacher, so Malfoy would get 50 points from Slytherin and detention for 2 weeks? But in the back of his mind, he knew.

You *liked* the feel of his lips on yours, didn't you? That's exactly the reason you aren't telling on him. Maybe you're hoping that he does it again...

Harry shook his head, hard, trying to rid himself of his wandering thoughts. He was starting to creep himself out, and Hermione and Ron started to notice the behavior.

"Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked one morning, looking at him with concern. "You seem to be deep in thought, and you don't look too well."

"I'm fine," he said hastily, with the wave of his arm, "I'm just thinking about things."

"About what?" asked Ron lazily, spreading marmalade over his toast and not looking up. "You've been distant ever since we got back from Christmas break..."

"I'm fine," Harry interjected, getting annoyed. "It's just that Malfoy--"

Ron's knife fell with a clatter. "I knew it," He said darkly, "what did that filthy prick do to you this time?"

"You two didn't get in a fight, did you?" Hermione said, her voice low and scolding. "Cause we don't need more points getting taken from Gryffindor."

Harry sighed, running a hand through his tangled hair. This was pointless. "Nevermind; I don't want to talk about it that much."

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances but said nothing, and continued eating. Once every few minutes one of them would look up at him quickly then back down before he noticed. Harry ate the rest of his meal in silence. He couldn't taste his food anymore.

Too soon, breakfast was over and Hermione was piling her books into her over-crammed book bag. Ron snickered under his breath and stood up, stretching. "You coming to class, Harry? It's Herbology, then," he shuddered, "double potions."

Harry closed his eyes quickly. Going to Potions would mean that he'd have to see Malfoy for the first time since his break-in on the Gryffindor common room. Pretend to be sick, said a voice in his head.

He didn't need to be told twice. "I don't feel so good," He said slowly, putting his forehead in his hands. It wasn't exactly a lie, as he wasn't feeling up and bright. "I think I'll go visit Madam Pomfrey."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded. Ron gave him a funny look. "All right, then," He said, "I'll see you later."

He watched his friends disappear, throwing a glance back at him before they turned a corner and out of sight. Harry stood up and, as slowly as possible, began to make his way to the Hospital Wing.

*Damn* that bleach blonde bastard, Harry thought furiously on his way. Damn him for being the smug prick that he is, and the shit he had to put me through.

Harry's bitter thoughts were soon cut off by a small sound. He jerked his head up and froze. Whatever it was had stopped to. "Hermione?" He called out, confused. "Ron? Is that you?"

"Two strikes against you, Potter, why don't you guess again?" came the drawling voice that he had no trouble recognizing. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he growled.

"Sod off, you bastard!" Harry yelled, although he had no idea where Malfoy was. "Just leave me the hell alone. I don't want to put up with you now."

Smirking and arms-crossed, he stepped out from behind the corridor. "So if I come back later, you'll be willing to talk to me?"

"I'll never be willing to talk to you," Harry spat, looking at Malfoy with disgust. He didn't even smile, just grinned wickedly, as if he knew something that Harry didn't.

"What, you don't miss me?" Draco said in a fake pout, ignoring Harry's glare. "It's been a week and you haven't even thrown an insult at me. One would say you've been ignoring me."

"Damn strait," Harry snapped when he finally found his voice, "I'm trying to hint something, Malfoy, but you're just too stupid to get it through."

His eyes darkened. "I don't like being ignored," He said, his voice dropping and Harry shivered. "I think that I deserve just a little bit more respect then that."

Harry snorted. "I don't."

Draco gave him a frosty look. "Shut up when I'm talking, will you?"

Harry trembled with fury and lunged out at Draco, grabbing the collar of his robes and shoving him back onto the corridor wall. "Don't you *ever* talk to me like that, got it?" He backhanded Draco, hard. "I don't know what kind of fucked-up game you're playing, but whatever it is, I want you to leave me out of it!" Harry screamed on the last part.

Draco was staring at Harry with an unreadable expression. After a few seconds of silence, a slow grin made it's way on his face. "Okay, fine. Have it your way, Potter."

Before Harry had a chance to respond to this, Draco freed himself from his grasp and continued down the darkened corridor, not even turning to look back.

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Potions was horrible. Sure, it had never been a joyride before, but Harry couldn't concentrate, couldn't even *think* when knowing that a pair of steel grey eyes were watching him. Stop it stop it stop it...

After getting kicked out of the Hospital Wing when Madam Pomfrey found nothing wrong with him, he found that he had only missed Herbology and not potions, to his horror. Not only was he late and had 10 points taken from Gryffindor, but as he walked in he couldn't help but notice Malfoy had that same I-know-something-you-don't-know grin on his face. How he had wanted nothing more then to slap that cocky-ass grin off his face. He ignored Malfoy and sat down between Ron and Hermione.

Even when he and Hermione were paired up and working on a potion to cure blindness, he felt like he was a million miles away. Many times Hermione snapped at him about adding too much of a certian ingridient.

"Now all we need is the crushed beetle shells, and be sure you're paying attention this time," said Hermione, not looking up from the potion. "Now hand me the shells first and I'll add them in, you just stir."

Harry nodded and handed her the bowl of black powder. Very carefully, she tipped the powder into the potion until the last grain was gone. Harry watched as the black potion suddenly turned a misty blue/grey color. He bit his lip. It looks just like his eyes...

Harry shook his head wildly. Stop it! Thinking like that will probably give you brain cancer, or something along that line. He stopped thinking when Hermione gave him a weird look. "Harry, you're really starting to scare me now..."

He didn't say anything. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of Draco, still grinning. Harry felt a shiver run up his spine. Just turn*away*,
damnit!

But he didn't. Draco watched him, grey eyes burning into green, the grin not leaving his face. He ran his tongue slowly over his lips and his grin grew wider as Harry closed his eyes, breathing going uneven.

Relief flooded him when the bell finally rang for lunch. As quickly as he could, he threw all his books and parchment into his bag and fled from the classroom before anyone else. He didn't stop until he had reached the Great Hall, not even waiting for Hermione or Ron.

But he didn't know that he was being watched still, didn't know that Malfoy had seen his retreat with great amusment. Arms crossing over his chest, he leaned back agaist the dungeon wall and smirked.

You can pretend to hate me to an extent, Potter, but what I saw now was nothing less then lust. I can see through you like glass. You aren't fooling anyone, and before you know it, you'll be mine.

Draco had never felt so evil in his life. He left the potions dungeon, knowing eactly what was going to happen to the raven-haired boy. He licked his lips again. All *mine*.

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End of chapter 2

Well? What do you think so far? Yes, this chapter is short, and not alot of action so far, but you just wait until next chapter...^.~ I'll get some more in next chapter, and yes it will be longer, and no it won't take as long. Until next time, luvries.

---Starburst