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Here is chapter two. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter two....What are you doing here?

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Harry stared at the obviously terrified blonde for a moment before opening his mouth and managing to sputter out a single word.

"Malfoy?"

"Potter?" Draco blinked a few times and slowly turned back around to face forward.

Harry tentatively came up and sat beside him. "Um...hi?"

"Hi" was the dry reply. "How are you?" Draco remained facing rigidly forward, not wanting to look directly at Harry.

Harry turned his gaze forward as well. "I'm fine I guess."

Silence.

"Fag?"

Harry whipped his head towards Malfoy and began his 'fish out of water' impression. "Wha?!" He blinked and noticed Draco was holding open a pack of cigarettes, offering one to him.

"Oh....no thank you" Harry watched as Draco took one out of the pack, put it to his lips and lit it. After taking a long drag and slowly exhaling the smoke outwards, he began to speak.

"I don't know what I was doing....it was just silly...no big deal right, I mean....you didn't know what you were doing either right?" Draco seemed to be rambling before ending abruptly and looking at Harry expectantly.

"Riiiight." Harry shifted nervously.

"You don't mean you're...I mean....you are a...."

"Pouf?" Harry finished for him. Draco just nodded.

Harry just looked at him, 'no point in denying it now' he thought before nodding his head and facing forward again. He let out a quiet. "Yeah"

"Fuck me!....I mean....I just didn't....Fuck me!" Draco, obviously flustered at the sudden innuendo in his often used explicative, just let the sentence drop and fade away.

"Look, you want to get some tea or something?" Harry thought maybe he could make some sense out of the situation.

"I don't like tea"

"Oh"

"If you want to head back, we could talk in your room though, you're a prefect too right?" Draco seemed surprised that those words were coming out of his own mouth.

Harry blinked in surprise. "S..sure."

"Alright, I have some er...things to take care of; I'll meet you there in an hour?"

Harry, still at a loss at just how he had ended up in this situation just spit out a lame "okay" and nervously got up and headed back towards the school.

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Draco had been in Harry's room for 15 minutes already and the two had just been standing around awkwardly. Finally Draco sat down on the edge of Harry's bed and looked at the wall behind it at all the pictures of the muggle athletes.

"I didn't know you were fan of muggle football."

Harry grinned. "I'm not"

Draco just stared stupidly before the meaning hit him and he turned away.

More uncomfortable silence.

Draco leaned back on his elbows and came into contact with something. Rooting around for the object, he came back with a rather ratty looking teddy bear.

"What's this Potter? A gay teddy bear?" The words held no malice, only amusement and a mild, playful mocking tone.

Harry blushed. "Um...that's....Hermione's?" He could tell the Slytherin wasn't buying it, so he lunged for the bear, reaching across Draco as he did so and landing next to him on the bed.

"Hey, give it back" Draco whined and this time it was he who leaned over Harry to claim the stuffed animal.

At some point during the mock altercation, Harry found himself precariously close to Draco and looking solidly into his face. Harry knew that look. He may not know how to make a potion without causing nuclear fallout, but he knew that look…he knew what that look meant. Before the implications of said look had time to reach his brain, however, Draco's hand was on his belt buckle, tugging at it. Harry felt his heart do a back flip in his chest and breathing hitched. He put his hand on the side of Draco's face and began to lean into him.

"I've got to go" Draco jumped up as though he'd been bitten and literally ran from the room, leaving behind a blinking, confused, and painfully aroused Harry Potter.

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The next day Harry was passing quietly down the hall, mulling over the oddness of the situation with Draco Malfoy the previous night when as if on cue the boy was headed his way followed by his usual entourage of adoring Slytherins.

"Draco, hi...." Harry trailed off as he realized the blonde whizzed right past him without so much as a sideways glance.

He sighed and continued down the hall, just as confused as ever.

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Harry glanced around the Headmaster's office. Although he'd been there many times before, he had no idea why Dumbledore wanted to see him now. Finally, the elderly man made his way to his desk and sat down to talk to Harry.

"Harry, thank you for waiting. I'm sure you're wondering why I've asked you here."

Harry nodded.

"It's nothing terribly important, I assure you, and I just have a favor to ask you. I'm sure you are aware of the Daily Prophet article coming up on the Hogwarts Quidditch teams?"

"Yes, sir, Colin took pictures of the Gryffindor team last practice."

"Ah yes, Young Mr. Creevy is actually the reason I'll be needing your assistance. It seems the boy has managed to break his hand, and due to a not so gracefully cast spell in attempts to heal it himself is in the hospital wing regrowing his bones."

Harry winced at the mention, remembering the pain of having to do the same thing in his second year.

"Mr. Creevy was to take the last needed photos, photos of the Slytherin team, at today's practice, but, as I'm sure you can infer, he is now unable to do so. I have been told you are not so bad with a camera yourself Mr. Potter, and I wondered if you could take the photos in his stead. The Prophet needs them as soon as possible, and I'm afraid we don't have anyone else to ask. Rest assured, though, that Professor McGonagall will attend with you to keep the situation from becoming an altercation."

"Sure, I'll do it."

"It shouldn't take you long, and I'm willing to give you a Hogsmeade pass if you will agree, although I cannot blame you if....you say you'll do it?" The Headmaster seemed somewhat confounded; having thought it would take a lot more convincing to get Harry to agree.

"Was that all, Headmaster Sir?"

"Almost....how are you, Harry?" Dumbledore looked at his prized pupil with a bit of concern. The boy had been acting a little strangely this year, and although he did know much more than he usually let on, Harry, too, was a very powerful wizard and seemed to block others from prying into his life or whereabouts.

"I'm...fine....why do you ask?" Harry wasn't sure how much the old man knew, he could never tell if he knew more than Harry had allowed him. He always just had that damnable twinkle in his eye.

"No reason, well, my boy, I suppose you'd better get to class then."

"Yes, I suppose so."

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Out on the pitch, McGonagall sat near the back of the stands mulling over some papers while Harry snapped a few shots of the Slytherin team. Luckily, it appeared as though the players had not even noticed he was there. He went down to the ground to get another angle and was cleaning his lens off when a certain blonde flew to the ground on the opposite side of the pitch and hopped off his broom.

Harry stared at Malfoy. The young man obviously didn't know he was there, did he? Harry watched him dismount his broom and prop it against the bottom of the stands. He shook out his blonde sweaty hair and a few rogue strands clung to his forehead, slightly obscuring his eyes. Then he did the unthinkable.

Draco Malfoy lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground, exposing what was probably considered to be more coveted than the sorcerer's stone for all the world to see. For Harry to see. Harry swallowed hard. He lifted his camera and zoomed in for a better look and snapped a photo while he was at it. There was just no sense in not capturing the sight on film.

Just then the Slytherin glanced over and caught Harry's eye and quickly looked away before getting back on his broom and flying back up with his teammates.

'Well, I guess he didn't know I was here' Harry thought. Regardless, he continued taking his pictures in relative peace and delivered the film to Dumbledore when he was done.

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Harry walked slowly towards his room; the Headmaster had given him copies of the pictures he took. He thought that, although it is widely known that Harry has no fondness for the Slytherins, that the photos were taken so well that Harry might want them should he choose to do anything with his photography skills later. This way, he'd have an example of his work.

He silently flipped through the snapshots with half interest. Bullstrode looking like...well...a bull, Crabbe whacking the bludger, Zabini playing keeper, 'That guy is *such* an asshole' Harry thought. Then Harry froze, the movement his legs were previously involved in no longer an option. Malfoy, Malfoy on his broom, smiling like he hadn't a care, Malfoy giving plays to his team, Malfoy reaching out his perfectly manicured hand just millimeters from the snitch, Malfoy sweaty and shirtless.

"Oh god." Harry groaned inwardly and resumed his trek. He had been trying to pacify himself when he saw the blonde, but to no avail. He couldn't help how his breath sped up along with his heartbeat and his groin involuntarily kicked into overdrive. Yes, this was going to be a long night. The Ball was tonight, and Harry was not looking forward to it.

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The Ball was in full swing. The Gryffindor trio went as just that, a trio. The last two years, Harry had gone with Hermione, but this year they couldn't figure out why Ron didn't even try to get a date. Well, Harry had a good idea, but felt it would be embarrassing if he just brought it up how much Ron wanted Hermione, after all, he didn't want anyone prying into his love life, so what would give him the right to do it to anyone else. He figured that Ron would tell her when he was ready.

Harry looked out at the dance floor and noticed Draco dancing with Pansy, that awful girl. As if he could hear Harry's thoughts, Draco's eyes suddenly bore into him, piercing him to the wall, and just as quickly he had looked away, like it never happened. Harry nearly growled in frustration.

Hermione chose this moment to poke him in his well muscled arm.

"Harry quit staring, you're being so obvious"

"Well, he keeps staring back!"

"Yeah, in your dreams!"

"Whatever, look, I'm going to go get some fresh air." And he left the crowded hall for the quieter chill of the outdoors.

Just as he turned to head towards a bench to sit and think he heard mild sobbing and saw a shock of red hair.

"Ginny?"

The pretty girl looked up and fitfully rubbed her eyes and sniffled. "Who's there?"

"It's me, Harry."

"Oh"

"Are you alright? I mean, I wasn't trying to spy on you or anything, I just came out here and there you were and...." He trailed off.

"It's nothing; I was just having a bad day...that's all. So, what're you doing out here?"

"I guess you could say I was having a bad day too." He smiled at her and (unless you were Harry, oblivious to the opposite sex Potter) the worshipping gleam in her eye was unmistakable.

"I guess we should get back inside..." she paused, unsure of herself "Do you want to dance?"

"Sure I suppose." Harry offered the youngest Weasley his hand and together they made their way back inside and to the dance floor along side Ron who was dancing with Hermione.

The quartet danced happily, as a group and occasionally switching partners around, seemingly oblivious to the rest of the hall around them. The song they had been sweating and smiling to suddenly died down and another slower song took its place.

Hermione went back to Ron and Ginny made her way back to Harry who put his arms lazily around her. Of course he didn't notice her head resting euphorically on his shoulder; of course he didn't notice her arms circled tightly around his neck or the contented sigh she gave against his skin. Of course Harry didn't notice any of this because his attention was focused straight ahead of him, on the eyes of one Draco Malfoy who also had his arms draped half-heartedly around his girl and who's eyes bore right back into him.

Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder, pulling him out of his staring contest and eliciting a glare from Ginny at the loss of contact when Harry pulled away from her. "Oi Mate, Mione and I are going to go back to the common room and play some exploding snap, whadda ya say?"

"Sounds good, are you coming Ginny?" The red headed girl nodded vigorously and the four made their way back to Gryffindor tower. When they reached Harry's room he announced to them that he was going to change and then he would meet them in the common room. Ginny said she'd be back in 5 minutes to walk him back to the common room. Although he really didn't see the need for her to walk him, he agreed, figuring she must have her reasons. He stepped into his room and made way to his trunk, removing his robes and button down shirt en route. He heard the portrait beginning to open behind him and called out.

"Hey, I'm changing, I'll be right out" Still he heard the portrait hole continue to open and then to close. Turning around, a very shirtless Harry Potter began to repeat himself. "I said I'm changing, I'll be right...."

Draco Malfoy was in his room. Staring at him. In his room. A thousand questions ran through Harry's head.

'How did you get in here?' 'Why were you staring at me?' 'What are you doing here now?' 'Can I snog you senseless?'

In the end Harry went with "Hi".

"I need to use your loo."

"O....okay...."

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TBC

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