Chapter 2: Better Best Enemies

"Hey, Malfoy!" Harry called after Draco, jogging at his side to keep up with his brisk pace. "Let me ask you something.." Harry's voice hung in the air for a moment as Draco arrogantly raised his nose, completely ignoring the other boy. Harry didn't wait for Draco's reply, thinking it was pointless, as his enemy was stubborn and cold and would probably never give him an answer within a millions years.

"What where you doing, peeping at Flint and Wood?" Harry's voice shook lightly as he tried his best not to burst into a fit of giggles. Just finding Malfoy nosing round Flint and Wood's *sex* life was just plain hilarious, not to mention unforgettable. The type of funny-kind-of unforgettable.

Draco raised a brow and stopped in his tracks to glare at his nemesis. "None of your damn, business Potter!" He sneered. "Oooh look, there's a Dementor behind you, Potter! Better run home to your mother! Don't want any scary creatures hurting her ickle one and only baby now, would we? Oh I forgot your mother's already dead! Boo-hoo for you then!"

Harry's fury ignited into points unknown. His green eyes flashed angrily, nails almost digging into his broomstick's handle. [Nimbus 2000]

Harry wanted to smack Draco in the face with his broomstick then and there but decided against it. Like Hermione said, fighting would not do anything.. His veins throbbed and his head pounded, anger seeping through him like a sudden wake of adrenaline.

He turned back to the Slytherin and smirked. "What?" Draco spat. "You crying because you couldn't have your mommy?! Oh, poor you-"

Harry dropped his broomstick and fiercely pulled Draco into a kiss. He didn't know what made him do it, irritation most probably. All that mattered now was that Draco shut up.

The Slytherin let out a startled 'oomph' as he was struggling to break free from Harry's grasp of his shoulders but realized he couldn't as the knobby-kneed Gryffindor's nails almost dug into his flesh if it wasn't for the robes he wore. When he could no longer do anything to help himself, Draco gave up and realized how much he enjoyed Harry's lips on his, like a certain chemistry flowed through them both like fire and ice colliding. Draco was confused and the next thing he knew he kissed Harry back, tenderly and lovingly, immersing himself into the reality of the moment, his eyelids fluttering close for several seconds.

Harry gasped and pulled away, and so did Draco. It felt like being taken away from something you most desperately want but couldn't have, like a child being taken away from a candy store.

They stared at each other for a moment, gasping and panting, almost hyperventilating as Harry ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. And as if on cue, they both ran back to the castle, frantically, like they were being chased by a swarm of flesh-eating bees.

Harry stumbled his way to the Gryffindor commonroom, running up the staircase that lead towards the boys' bathroom, earning a few weird looks from Hermione and Ron and the rest of the other Gryffindors as they watched him go as fast as the snitch's pace.

"Something's very wrong with Harry.." Hermione said, pausing to dip her quill into the bottle of ink, not even looking at Ron while she talked. "Ron, go see what's wrong, please, we don't want Harry to—" Hermione stopped when she looked up, catching the way Ron was mimicking her, his eyes rolling. Hermione glared at Ron. "Would you just stop it?!" She spat, angrily.

"Stop what?" Ron said innocently. "I wasn't doing anything.."

Hermione and Ron suddenly became too absorbed in their argument to notice Dean and Seamus trudging up after Harry.

Harry locked the door of the