A/N: Finally Ch. 2! I'm not quite sure where to go with this story from the begining cause those
were all the good ideas I had! I'll think if something......
I do NOT own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Voldermort..... blahblahblah. I wish...... but I don't!
So don't sue me please!!
Warning: Slash story.... mild swearing and some violence.
Ch. 2- The Fight
* { Foggy Nights and Misty Mornings } *
Draco was having the worst, no wait, second worst night of his life. The worst night that Draco
could remember was the night he had finally admited him.... problem.... as he liked to term it.
'This is the WORST night to be out here! There's werewolves and other.... stuff.' Draco shuddered.
He had a lasting fear from the first time he had been out here as a first year. But he stopped in
his tracks and thought of something. The person he was out here with was MUCH more dangerous than
anything the Forbidden Forest had to cough up.
"MALFOY! Watch where you're going!"
Draco snapped out of it. "Wha?" Suddenly a jolt went through Draco's body and he fell to the hard
ground. But instead of hitting the dirt and leaves, he hit something soft, something moving......
"For Dumbledore's sake Malfoy! Get off of me!!" Harry wailed underneath Draco's body.
Draco pulled himself up to where he could see the person underneath him. Draco smirked, despite
himslef. Harry looked up at Malfoy and a blush ran across his cheeks, but it was dark and it couldn't
be noticed. 'Better get Malfoy off before I do or say something I regret.....' Harry thought. At the
sam time Draco was having his own little issues. 'Potter looks so......' before he could finish
that thought there was a sharp pain in his stomach. Harry had punched Malfoy in the stomach!
"OW! Potter you bastard!" Draco cursed as he rolled off of Harry and onto the ground. He could barely
breathe. "Aww... that really hurt!"
"I gave you fair warning Malfoy! Now it's your own fault you decided not to listen!" Harry stood up
and straightened his robes and dusted all the bits and pieces of twigs and dirt off himself. Harry
looked over to where Malfoy was still holding his stomach on the ground. 'Ah man, I didn't mean to
really hit him that hard! Just enough to get him off me. Better go apologize before he really hates
me.'
Harry walked over to Malfoy. Draco was still moaning and clutching his stomach in pain. 'Damn Potter!
But I guess that's what I get for trying to....'
"Hey Malfoy, you alright?"
Draco sighed and rolled over to where he could see Potter was hovering over him, "Of course Potter,
you only PUNCHED me for no reason. Why wouldn't I be fine?!" Draco had to smirk at the face Harry made
when he heard Draco's come back.
"Hey! I was just seeing if you're ok! I guess so because the famous Malfoy sarcasm is still intact."
Malfoy sighed. This was not the way he had planned to spend his night in detention with Potter. He
wanted to be nice to Potter, but something in him kept him from doing so. But what? He knew the reason
he couldn't get too close... but that was for the best, right? It's not like Potter would understand
something like THAT...... would he? No, of course not. Potter was flocked on by all the girls at
Hogwarts. Why would he even look at Draco? And plus, Potter wasn't gay.
Harry took up the lantern that had been dropped from his little run-in with Malfoy. Part of the glass
had broken out. Harry sighed and shook his head 'That's the third one this week! Hermione is gonna
kill me! But right now that's the least of my worries.' Harry glanced at Malfoy while he went for his
wand to fix the lamp. "Glassarius Repairous!" All the broken glass flew back into place in the one
pannel of the lantern. Harry held up the light so he could see what was all around them. Looked like
they had tripped on some tree roots. Figures. Harry held the lamp twards Malfoys direction so he could
get up without falling over all the roots. Harry took this moment to look over Malfoy. He looked a lot
taller than he had three years ago when they met. He and Malfoy were third years now. Something in Malfoy's
hair caught Harry's attention. A bit of dirt was stuck to Malfoy's hair.
"Here, let me get that for you." Harry reached over and brushed the junk out of Malfoy's silvery
blonde hair. After a while Malfoy found Potter's strokes getting softer and more gentle. 'What is
he doing? Is he..... oh my gosh....' Draco was mentally stunned. Harry Potter was running his fingers
through Draco's hair!!
'His hair is really soft, like silk almost.....' Harry mused.
Harry, as if suddenly realized what he was doing stopped and pulled away. Giving Draco's hair one last
touch he muttered "Looks like it's better now."
Draco, utterly speechless at what had happened was disappointed by Harry's sudden stopping of the
physical contact. He looked at Harry with a softly confused look on his face. Harry's breath caught
in his chest. Draco looked absoulutly beautiful in the moonlight. The way it relfected off his platium
blonde hair, the way it made his silver eyes shine, the way his skin shone with a soft light. He looked
like an angel..... what? Draco Malfoy? An angel? Where had that come from?
"Um, Potter? You're staring again." Malfoy said in a soft voice. It made Harry shiver with an unknown
emotion.
"Um, yeah. Well, um, we better ge moving right?"
Draco wasn't about to let this get by so easily. "Potter?" He had ment to say it more confident but
it come out in a small whisper.
Harry stopped. ".... yes?"
Draco sighed. He couldn't do it. Not now.... "Never mind. Let's get going." With that Draco walked
past Harry further along the path.
Harry looked at him from behind. His heart was racing and he didn't know what to do or say.
"Draco....."
Harry headed off after the boy and they walked down the path together.
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! More suspense!!! I love doing this.......
were all the good ideas I had! I'll think if something......
I do NOT own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Voldermort..... blahblahblah. I wish...... but I don't!
So don't sue me please!!
Warning: Slash story.... mild swearing and some violence.
Ch. 2- The Fight
* { Foggy Nights and Misty Mornings } *
Draco was having the worst, no wait, second worst night of his life. The worst night that Draco
could remember was the night he had finally admited him.... problem.... as he liked to term it.
'This is the WORST night to be out here! There's werewolves and other.... stuff.' Draco shuddered.
He had a lasting fear from the first time he had been out here as a first year. But he stopped in
his tracks and thought of something. The person he was out here with was MUCH more dangerous than
anything the Forbidden Forest had to cough up.
"MALFOY! Watch where you're going!"
Draco snapped out of it. "Wha?" Suddenly a jolt went through Draco's body and he fell to the hard
ground. But instead of hitting the dirt and leaves, he hit something soft, something moving......
"For Dumbledore's sake Malfoy! Get off of me!!" Harry wailed underneath Draco's body.
Draco pulled himself up to where he could see the person underneath him. Draco smirked, despite
himslef. Harry looked up at Malfoy and a blush ran across his cheeks, but it was dark and it couldn't
be noticed. 'Better get Malfoy off before I do or say something I regret.....' Harry thought. At the
sam time Draco was having his own little issues. 'Potter looks so......' before he could finish
that thought there was a sharp pain in his stomach. Harry had punched Malfoy in the stomach!
"OW! Potter you bastard!" Draco cursed as he rolled off of Harry and onto the ground. He could barely
breathe. "Aww... that really hurt!"
"I gave you fair warning Malfoy! Now it's your own fault you decided not to listen!" Harry stood up
and straightened his robes and dusted all the bits and pieces of twigs and dirt off himself. Harry
looked over to where Malfoy was still holding his stomach on the ground. 'Ah man, I didn't mean to
really hit him that hard! Just enough to get him off me. Better go apologize before he really hates
me.'
Harry walked over to Malfoy. Draco was still moaning and clutching his stomach in pain. 'Damn Potter!
But I guess that's what I get for trying to....'
"Hey Malfoy, you alright?"
Draco sighed and rolled over to where he could see Potter was hovering over him, "Of course Potter,
you only PUNCHED me for no reason. Why wouldn't I be fine?!" Draco had to smirk at the face Harry made
when he heard Draco's come back.
"Hey! I was just seeing if you're ok! I guess so because the famous Malfoy sarcasm is still intact."
Malfoy sighed. This was not the way he had planned to spend his night in detention with Potter. He
wanted to be nice to Potter, but something in him kept him from doing so. But what? He knew the reason
he couldn't get too close... but that was for the best, right? It's not like Potter would understand
something like THAT...... would he? No, of course not. Potter was flocked on by all the girls at
Hogwarts. Why would he even look at Draco? And plus, Potter wasn't gay.
Harry took up the lantern that had been dropped from his little run-in with Malfoy. Part of the glass
had broken out. Harry sighed and shook his head 'That's the third one this week! Hermione is gonna
kill me! But right now that's the least of my worries.' Harry glanced at Malfoy while he went for his
wand to fix the lamp. "Glassarius Repairous!" All the broken glass flew back into place in the one
pannel of the lantern. Harry held up the light so he could see what was all around them. Looked like
they had tripped on some tree roots. Figures. Harry held the lamp twards Malfoys direction so he could
get up without falling over all the roots. Harry took this moment to look over Malfoy. He looked a lot
taller than he had three years ago when they met. He and Malfoy were third years now. Something in Malfoy's
hair caught Harry's attention. A bit of dirt was stuck to Malfoy's hair.
"Here, let me get that for you." Harry reached over and brushed the junk out of Malfoy's silvery
blonde hair. After a while Malfoy found Potter's strokes getting softer and more gentle. 'What is
he doing? Is he..... oh my gosh....' Draco was mentally stunned. Harry Potter was running his fingers
through Draco's hair!!
'His hair is really soft, like silk almost.....' Harry mused.
Harry, as if suddenly realized what he was doing stopped and pulled away. Giving Draco's hair one last
touch he muttered "Looks like it's better now."
Draco, utterly speechless at what had happened was disappointed by Harry's sudden stopping of the
physical contact. He looked at Harry with a softly confused look on his face. Harry's breath caught
in his chest. Draco looked absoulutly beautiful in the moonlight. The way it relfected off his platium
blonde hair, the way it made his silver eyes shine, the way his skin shone with a soft light. He looked
like an angel..... what? Draco Malfoy? An angel? Where had that come from?
"Um, Potter? You're staring again." Malfoy said in a soft voice. It made Harry shiver with an unknown
emotion.
"Um, yeah. Well, um, we better ge moving right?"
Draco wasn't about to let this get by so easily. "Potter?" He had ment to say it more confident but
it come out in a small whisper.
Harry stopped. ".... yes?"
Draco sighed. He couldn't do it. Not now.... "Never mind. Let's get going." With that Draco walked
past Harry further along the path.
Harry looked at him from behind. His heart was racing and he didn't know what to do or say.
"Draco....."
Harry headed off after the boy and they walked down the path together.
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! More suspense!!! I love doing this.......