Draco caught Harry before he hit the ground. A worried look had taken over his face. One arm was holding Harry and the other was clutching onto the Firebolt; he had to use his legs to stay on his own broom. He rose higher into the sky; carefully cradling Harry with his one arm, making sure his small body wouldn't fall again. When they were high enough to see over Hogwarts, Draco flew towards the school. It was a rough landing, but he made it safely on to the roof. He put down both brooms, and swiped his other arm underneath Harry's legs lifting him up as if he were a baby. He steadily climbed up the roof until he got high enough point to have a view of everything around them. Slowly, Draco placed Harry next to him. Harry was still out of it, once in a while letting out a mumble about how much he couldn't stand Snape's Potions class.

After he settled Harry down, Draco plopped down right next to him and laid his head on Harry's chest. Gliding his forefinger around Harry's neck and right breast, Draco remembered the kiss he and Harry shared. He blushed at the thought of their lips touching.

Harry started to regain consciousness, but Draco was too lost in his thoughts to notice. Harry tensed up when he saw Draco's head on him. What was he going to do? He then recalled what happened on the quiddich field. His cheeks flushed and turned a shade of pink. For some reason he wasn't bothered by Draco's head on his chest. In fact he kinda liked it.

Draco's eyes were closed; he was intensely listening to Harry's heartbeat. Something took over Harry. He no longer hated Malfoy, but felt some odd sensation about him. Harry lifted his left hand, trembling. He wanted so badly to wrap his arm around Draco. Harry gently laid his hand down on Draco's waist.

Stunned for a moment, Draco shot up off of Harry's chest and stared into his bright green eyes, looking somewhat alarmed. Harry jumped back, frightened by Draco's reaction. "What do you think you're doing Potter?!"

"What am I doing?!? Why were you laying on me!?! Kissing me wasn't enough was it?!" Harry had gone to far this time. Malfoy looked enraged. Flustered, he grabbed the front of Harry's robes and lifted him up so his toes could barely reach the roof tiles.

"Potter, of course it wasn't enough. Do you really think you of all people could please me? Ha! Let's be serious now, Potter." Harry's mind was racing. A few seconds ago he just wanted to hold Draco and now he was on the verge of killing him. That is, if he could. Draco was now holding Harry so high that Harry was having a hard time breath. Staring at him as he struggled, Draco smirked and then began to laugh. "Oh, Potter. You drive me crazy." Just as his mouth closed, completing his sentence, he threw Harry down onto the roof. Harry broke his fall by extending his arms. His curled up onto a ball, trying to get a breath. Tears slide off his cheeks onto the rough roof tilling. "Don't be such." Draco yelled as he kicked Harry in the side, "a baby, Potter!!!"

Harry clenched down on his teeth, trying to get himself to cool down, but the pain was surging throw his side. Before he knew it Malfoy had pinned him down, pressing both of his hands on Harry's shoulders. Harry winced in pain. Draco, lifted his right hand from Harry and reach into his boot. He pulled out a small, but exquisite dagger. He quickly unsheathed it, throwing the case to Harry's side.

"What are you going to do?" Harry mumbled with fear.

"Oh Potter you little kid, don't worry. I won't kill you. Yet."