Sometime during the first hour, Harry had closed his eyes and also unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt.

His shirt collar was still sticking up from when he had hastily removed his tie from under it.

He seemed to have fallen into an easy sleep.

Draco had also spent the past hour trying to relax, closing his eyes as well.

But he found himself opening them every few minutes to gaze at Harry's form next to him.

They were now sitting leaned back against the two back corners of the lift. And for them to stretch out fully in the cramped space, their legs had to cross.

So he had allowed the boy to rest his long legs over his own.

Draco didn't mind, really.

He knew Harry was too tired to care also, and the unique situation that they were in allowed for more freedom than what was normal.

Harry's face had turned towards him in his sleep so he now had an excellent view of the boy.

He briefly considered the pale expanse of neck and the smooth chest beneath it.

He had never seen Harry so reposed before.

He knew how Harry looked when he was angry or upset.

He knew how Harry looked when he was excited or determined.

And he had seen Harry sad and vulnerable any number of times the past year.

But the expression on his face now was so relaxed and innocent, that for the first time Draco saw him as what he really was.

A young boy.

The grown-up looking starched white shirt and the tailored black pants that he was wearing made him appear all the younger. More like a child putting on his parent's clothes to play make-believe for a day.

In a strange way, it was enthralling to see him like this.

Draco couldn't tear his eyes away.

A dark lock of hair suddenly fell forward when Harry's head lolled slightly in his slumber and Draco had to fight the urge to smooth it back.

He was still gazing drowsily at Harry's face when those eyes opened suddenly and blinked at him in surprise.

Harry sat up, and almost immediately winced.

His neck was painfully tense and the muscles in his back had knotted.

He sighed and started rubbing a hand behind to massage his neck.

"We're *still* here?" he said disbelievingly. "How long has it been now?"

Draco checked his watch.

He felt a little flustered thinking that Harry had caught him watching him sleep a moment ago.

*Maybe he didn't notice.* Draco thought hopefully.

"We've been here for over an hour now." He answered helpfully.

"Damn it. And it's hotter than ever." Harry could feel the wetness down his back. His fringe was also damp with sweat as he pushed it out of his face.

He looked at his ruined shirt and then at Draco.

"Do you mind?" he asked, as he started to unbutton the rest of his shirt.

Draco shook his head.

He looked down at his own sweater.

He had been dying to remove it for the past hour. And now it looks like he could.

He pulled off the thick sweater up over his head in one quick fluid motion.

And sat back with a sigh of relief as he felt the first rush of cool air hit him when the sweat evaporated on his skin.

Harry watched all this with some interest as he pushed back his own shirt over his bare shoulders and wriggled out of the sleeves.

Draco Malfoy.

Shirtless.

His previously neat blonde hair now had several tufts sticking up from being ruffled out of place when he had pulled off his turtleneck.

He had his eyes closed and his head was leaned back.

Harry could see the boy's Adam's apple bob up slightly on his pale throat when he swallowed.

He flushed suddenly when he realised that he had been staring at Malfoy and he quickly shifted his gaze to the ceiling instead.

The glowing moths were still fluttering around in circles above their heads. Harry only just realised that the paper aeroplanes were still in the lift with them.

And he gasped when he saw something else he had missed.

He cursed out loud and stood up.

"What is it, Potter? Don't tell me you're going to go all hysterical on me." Draco remarked, unperturbed.

Harry merely ignored the last comment and looked down at Draco who was now stretching on the floor lazily, like a cat.

"We are *so stupid*." Harry said plainly.

"Hah! Speak for yourself, Potter."

"Would you shut it, Malfoy? I'm trying to tell you that there's a hatch in the ceiling!" he said, gesturing wildly towards the ceiling to make his point, causing some of the glowing moths to flutter nervously out of his reach.

Draco looked up, and sure enough there was a square outline in the middle of the ceiling. It had been partially obscured by the overhead lamp.

"Huh. Will you look at that." Draco said, raising his eyebrows as he got up to his feet slowly.

He gasped as the pins and needles started shooting up his leg.

Harry carefully unhooked the useless lamp and set it down on the floor.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes when he saw that the boy was clutching at wall and biting his lip in pain.

"Leg went numb."

"Oh." Harry snickered, "I didn't mean to squash you while I was asleep. You should have said something."

"Forget it. It'll go away soon." Draco grumbled. "Aren't you going to open the bloody hatch, already? I can't imagine how you got chosen to be Seeker when you're as slow as molasses."

"I can't. I need a leg up." Harry said pointedly.

Draco stopped and considered this.

"Fine." He huffed. "Here." He moved closer to Harry till he was standing directly underneath the hatch and crossed his palms together in front of him for the boy.

Harry reached out a hand and held onto Draco's left shoulder hesitantly.

He'd never touched another boy when he was half dressed before. It felt a little strange to be allowed to do so with Draco.

Harry raised a foot, before he realised that he still had his shoes on.

"Oh, hang on." He stumbled back and started to slide out of them hastily.

"Gee, how thoughtful." Draco said wryly as he watched Harry clumsily hop on one foot to remove a sock.

"I just did you a favour, Malfoy, so shut up and behave yourself if you want me to get us out of this."

Draco opened his mouth to retort back at the most repulsive insinuation that Harry would be rescuing *him*, but the dark-haired boy had chosen that moment to lift a foot onto his palms and boost himself up.

The suddenness of the weight made Draco stumble momentarily before he regained his footing.

Meanwhile, Harry had steadied himself by grabbing onto the fixture that had held the lamp before.

He looked down at Draco with amusement.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Just fine." Draco seethed.

"If you want, I could hold you up instead. Maybe that'll be easier." Harry suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I *said* I was fine! Will you just get a move on already?" he complained.

Harry snickered and pushed a hand over the opening.

It didn't budge.

"Uh oh." He said out loud and pushed again, harder this time.

"Uh oh? What's going on up there?"

"It won't open. Maybe it's not a hatch after all."

"Yes-It-Is. You're just not doing it right, you idiot! Push harder."

Harry made a fist and punched it over the opening several times.

"It's not working, Malfoy!"

He heard Draco curse below him.

"Okay, you can put me down now, I guess." Harry called out, disappointed.

"No, wait! Try sliding it."

"What?"

"Just try it."

Harry placed a flat palm on the square and pushed it sideways to the left. When that didn't work, he tried pushing it the opposite direction.

He felt the board shift slightly and laughed in relief.

"I think it moved!"

"Great. Now, will you get that bloody thing open? You're not exactly a lightweight!"

Harry laughed and looked down at the blonde in amusement.

"I'm not?" he teased.

"Well... okay, you are... But so am I!"

"Hey, I *did* ask you if you wanted -"

"You're doing this on purpose, Potter! That's it, one more word and I'll drop you."

"Don't!" Harry yelped as he quickly shoved the hatch open with one hand.

And instantly, big fat drops of water started falling onto his head and face.

The first ridiculous thought that hit him was that someone was spitting down the shaft.

He placed both hands on the edge of the opening and stuck his head outside.

And almost shrieked in shock.

Instead of seeing a long dark shaft, he saw an expanse of dark heavy clouds swirling and moving swiftly against a night sky.

Lightning coursed down from one side, briefly lighting up the sky in an eerie red glow. Loud crashes of thunder boomed from a distance.

Cold howling wind was blowing fiercely and tossing his hair wildly as he gaped at the sight in disbelief.

"Well?!?" An annoyed voice broke him out of his daze.

He ducked his head back down and shoved the panel closed.

He rubbed his eyes behind his glasses.

After a moment to calm himself, he took a deep breath and reached a hand up again, shoving the hatch aside.

More drops fell on his glasses and slid down his cheeks.

*Nope, still there.* he thought dumbly and slid the hatch closed.

"Potter! What the HELL are you doing up there?"

Harry gulped and shakily reached a hand down, and found the top of Draco's head.

He used it to balance himself as he lowered himself slowly.

Draco was muttering something incoherently under his breath as he let Harry off.

Strangely, the boy seemed a bit shaken up and his face was wet.

He was now gripping the sides of the wall and breathing hard.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked, rather insensitively.

Harry shook his head and pointed up to the ceiling.

"Well? Speak up!"

Harry gulped and tried to get a grip.

How could the rest of the building fall away?

Were they freely suspended in space now?

The thought of it was so terrifying that for a moment he was reminded of an episode of the Twilight Zone that he had seen growing up.

No.

There had to be a reasonable explanation as to what he had just seen.

"Uhh...there was lightning. And clouds. Raining too, I think." Harry nodded to himself as he wiped at his damp face, "No shaft though."

"So, it's enchanted?" Draco asked incredulously.

"What?"

And somewhere in the back of his mind, something clicked.

He suddenly remembered Mr. Weasley telling him that the windows in the building were enchanted and they could see the weather through them, despite being underground.

*Magical Maintenance.* Harry thought belatedly, feeling quite silly now.

He sighed in relief.

Draco was watching him intently.

"You are so weird, Potter." He stated simply.

Harry shoved his hands into his pockets and leant his back against the wall wearily.

"So now what? We can't get through?" he asked.

"Not unless you want to risk getting lost. And with spells like this, you never really know where you might end up when you step in them." He paused, "If you end up anywhere at all."

Harry shuddered inwardly at the words.

"Rats." He muttered and banged the back of his head against the wall in frustration.

Draco was looking at him with amusement and suddenly noticed the boy's naked bare feet for the first time.

He was so used to seeing Harry in his school uniform and robes around school that to see him with nothing but his pants on now was a little unnerving.

And in an odd way - a little exciting too.

It was exactly the same sort of feeling he would get when he was a child and when he looked at or touched things that he knew he wasn't supposed to.

He hadn't had a good look at Harry since he had taken off his shirt earlier, but now his eyes raked over the figure before him curiously.

He raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

He had always imagined Harry to be completely underdeveloped and pale underneath his robes, but what he saw now completely put his previous approximations to shame.

The slight muscular curves on his upper arms conveyed an easy strength.

His collarbone and the hollow of his throat were easily visible, and he was still skinny enough to show the outline of his lower ribs.

But his abdomen was taut and completely flat. Draco imagined he could see hints of ridges on them.

And all this covered in perfectly smooth, tanned skin, he noted with some envy as he looked down at his own pale form. He had never managed to brown successfully under the sun himself.

"You're awfully quiet." Harry remarked uncomfortably. He had noticed Draco's eyes on him and felt a little embarrassed to be under such intense scrutiny.

No boy had ever looked at him like that before.

Like he was -

"Any other ideas on how to get us out?" Draco interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh. Not really..." he thought, "Wait, can you Apparate yet?" Harry ventured suddenly.

"No. You?"

He shook his head dismally. He knew it would be unlikely that Draco would know how to, but he had to ask anyway.

"This is hopeless. We might as well just-"

But what else they might just do, nobody knew.

Because at that precise moment, the lift suddenly lurched down.

They screamed.

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A/N : Sorry this is a bit of a cliffie, guys! Review pls, I love reading what you have to say.