Thanks to the few who have reviewed so far, I really appreciate it. They were short.. but sweet, so I guess I decided to go on with this story to see where it would take me. I realized that the first chapter was really -really- short, so I'm gonna try to make up for it. Wish me luck. x_x;

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 02 : The Harry Potter Impostor

"AAAAAAAGH!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all jumped at the hideously loud scream that had suddenly exploded into the entrance hall. They froze, petrified (though not -literally-), as hurried footsteps scrambled down the staircase, and they looked on in confusion as Malfoy came running down, looking behind him the whole way. It seemed, then, that the blonde suddenly realized that while running in blatant horror, it was best to look where one was going. He had that thought a moment too late, however, because just as he turned, he ran smack into none other than Harry, and with a muffled 'Oof', both of the boys went down.

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_A few minutes beforehand on the second floor_

Draco boredly made his way through the empty, darkened corridor, heading towards the dungeons. He stifled a yawn with his hand and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. 'Sleep,' he thought wistfully, getting a delicious mental image of his bed in his private dormitory. Ah, the joys of being a prefect. He no longer had to put up with the loud snores of his former roommates -- namely Crabbe and Goyle.

He was jolted from his thoughts when something grabbed the back of his robes and yanked him into an empty classroom. Panicking, Draco freed himself and turned to meet the offender, trying not to look -too- scared out of his boxers. He twisted his expression into a sneer as he saw who it was.

"-Potter-? What the hell do -you- want?" He crossed his arms over his chest, lifting his chin slightly. "Looking to start something with me? I assure you that you're hardly worth my time." He then quirked a brow as the raven-haired boy took a step towards him.

"Malfoy." Draco blinked. Well, this was unexpected; Potter's voice wasn't tainted with contempt like it usually was. It was uttered in a near whisper. A simple statement. It was almost.. seductive.

"What's wrong with you?" Blink, blink. "Wh-what are you doing?" the poor Slytherin backed into the wall as Harry Potter got closer and closer, finally stopping when their noses were but an inch apart. "Get away from me, you--" Draco stopped right there, however, because the hand he had wanted to use to shove the offending boy away was intercepted by a cold, firm grip. Draco stared down at his fingers interlaced with his enemy's, stunned, then returned his gaze to Potter's shadowed eyes. 'What the hell is going on?'

"Mm, Malfoy.." The fingers of Potter's other hand, which felt as though they had been left to sit in a muggle freezer, brushed against the curve of the blonde's neck, making him shiver.

"Don't touch me." Despite his soft command to Potter, he himself didn't move an inch. He only stared, transfixed by the shadows cast over the other boy's gaze, wishing he could read the expression those clear emeralds usually portrayed.

"Are you sure you don't want me to?" Their noses were nearly touching now, and Draco found himself unable to move. He also found that he lacked a response to Potter's question. He had -never- expected to be in this type of situation with his complete opposite. And, well, it wasn't completely.. disagreeable.

Draco saw his nemesis break into a wide grin, and heard the snicker being emitted from those delicious lips that slowly began to.. ..change?

Yes. -Change-. The visible features of Potter's face became more feminine -- the curve of the jaw became softer, the lips fuller -- and he had even shrunk a few inches! Draco looked on in horror as the Harry Potter fake grew long dark hair and then proceeded to adopt a pallor that seemed to sheen even in the darkness. The Slytherin began to sputter incoherently, snatching his hand back from the impostor's grip.

The figure leaned forward, still grinning widely. The lips parted, and breath was inhaled; and then came a single, terrifying, awful, nightmare causing, panty-soiling induced word: "Boo."

And that's about the point that Draco ran screaming from the classroom, down the steps into the entrance hall, and into -- then onto -- none other than the real Harry Potter himself.

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Harry blinked up at the high ceiling -- which was a complete blur considering that his glasses had been knocked off. He was sprawled on the ground under the weight of the other boy, trying to remember if he had ever been in such close contact like this with Malfoy. Although it was a little uncomfortable, he was overcome with a wave of warm fuzzies. He barely remembered to scowl when Draco had lifted wide gray eyes to settle on the disgruntled -- and slightly daydreaming -- Gryffindor.

Shock after shock, Malfoy scrambled off of Harry letting out a strangled "eugghh!" while at the same time bringing his arm up to seemingly shield himself. But, obviously, that hadn't been the shock. What -had- been is that Malfoy's usually pale face was now colored with a deep -- and obvious -- blush. Harry felt his own cheeks radiate off a little heat of their own, although he was pretty sure he wasn't as obvious as the Slytherin.

"You!-- I!-- what--" Malfoy went on like this while Ron and Hermione stared and Harry sat up, retrieving his glasses and placing them on the bridge of his nose.

Harry pushed himself to his feet, and Malfoy seeming to remember himself did the same, silencing his incoherent babblings.

"What was -that- about, Malfoy?" Ron asked, unable to mask his glee which was probably due to the Slytherin's discomfort. "Come across a mirror?"

"Shut it, Weasel." Just like a proper Malfoy, he had seemed to regain his cool and was now straightening out his robes, albeit shakily.

Harry ignored his friends and the Slytherin, and stared carefully up the staircase, possibly expecting an ugly troll in a pretty pink tutu to come frolicking down the steps. He then cast a questioning glance at Malfoy, who was currently glaring at Ron. "Really, Malfoy. What scared you so bad?"

"Bloody demon," Malfoy explained curtly before walking off hardly giving Harry a second glance; although he was still sporting a rather becoming blush. The three smirked after his retreating back.

"It might not be so bad having a shadow demon around after all," Ron stated as they continued on to their cozy Gryffindor common room -- although the redhead was practically skipping. "The thing could light my head on fire, and I wouldn't mind as long as she scared the pants off of Malfoy."

"I wonder what she could've done to scare him so bad," Hermione said thoughtfully, still grinning slightly from the whole ordeal. "I'll have to read up on demons."

At this, Ron rolled his eyes and Harry half-smiled. Typical Hermione.

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'What the hell?' Draco plopped onto his bed, scowling down at the plush green carpet. 'How damning embarrassing! What does she think she's playing at?' He kicked off his shoes, and not bothering to change into his pajamas, collapsed onto his back, resting folded arms behind his head. 'Stupid Potter!'

Malfoy reflected over this thought, then decided grudgingly that it wasn't the Gryffindor's fault at all. He suddenly didn't blame the Headmaster for going ballistic because of that damnable shadow demon.

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Somewhere in the midst of all of this, Headmaster Dumbledore was staring disdainfully at the scorched ends of his robes and his poor, sooty feet, knowing that somewhere else in the midst of all of this, Rifyr was laughing her hex-deserving head off.

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'Why Potter?'

It really wasn't the fact that it had been a boy that the demon decided to impersonate -- he had decided that he fancied both girls -and- boys a long time ago. It was just that it had been -Harry Potter-, The-Boy-Who-yadda-yadda-dadda'ed, Scarhead, Goody-Goody-Gryffindor, the boy who had everything: the fame, the money, the good friends, and yes, Draco had to admit to himself, even the damned -looks-.

'She's just trying to get my boxers in a twist,' Draco decided, frowning. He closed his eyes, not really noticing that he was replaying the whole thing in his mind's eye, although there were a few changes. First off, it wasn't just a cheap Harry Potter impersonation. It was -him-, vivid green eyes and all. Muttered sweet nothings, warm hands, impossibly soft skin, warm breath against Draco's cheek, a lithe and completely sexy body frame, tender kissable bitable lips, a -very- nice trouser packa--

To his utter horror, Draco realized the error of his thoughts. To further that utter horror, he had been -smiling- to himself about it. And to further his furthered utter horror, he found himself, of all things, -aroused-!

'You are -sick-, Draco Malfoy,' he scolded himself, starting determinedly to the bathroom intent on a cold shower. 'Absolutely -twisted-.'

Before he laid himself down to sleep under the thick, warm covers, Draco came to the conclusion that it was just his horny little hormones, and that the blasted demon had just put Potter into his head.

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"He ran right -into- you?" Seamus asked of Harry in awe, something like envy gleaming in his eyes. "And knocked you both over?"

"Yeah," Harry replied with a grin. The whole thing had cheered him up considerably. "It was pretty funny actually."

"Hah! Understatement of the century," Ron put in. He hadn't stopped smiling since the incident, or at least Harry didn't think he had. The heavily freckled boy always revelled in whatever sort of embarrassment and/or defeat the hateful Slytherin suffered from. Harry guessed that Ron's distaste for Malfoy surpassed even his own. ..No. He was absolutely sure of it.

"I suppose he is somewhat of an arse," said Seamus, staring off into space. "But he's a -sexy- arse at least. Mm. -Very- sexy."

Dean threw a pillow at him, Ron snorted, and Neville mumbled something intelligible in his sleep (although that's completely irrelevent). Harry, however, smiled inwardly. He couldn't help but agree. 'Seamus,' he decided, 'Has -very- good taste.'

"Harry agrees with me, don'tcha, Harry?" Seamus was grinning at him, almost knowingly. "So did you, you know, sneak in a few touchy feelies?"

Another pillow from Dean's general area, a scowl from Ron, and a "Did'n meen't blow'p d'school, 'fess'r Snape" from Neville followed by a frightened whimper (which also has nothing to do with Seamus's pervy question).

"No way!" Harry answered, wrinkling his nose. Malfoy did indeed possess a great deal of finger-lickin'-good lusciousness, but he was an insufferable prat and generally, Harry couldn't stand him.

"Sinful!" Seamus exclaimed while tossing a pillow back at Dean, who simply caught it. "I am appalled, Harry James Potter. Absolutely dismayed."

Harry only grinned and snuggled further under his covers after setting his glasses on the bedside table. He almost regretted missing that chance. But just almost.

*TBC*

..End Chapter Two.

I'm afraid that maybe this chapter is also too short. : \ Yes, no, maybe so?

I'm kinda glad that I'm not going to get into all that bullshit about Harry and Draco denying their sexuality. I don't want the story to get too complex. ^_^- So.. is it getting any better? How about those reviews, hm?