Title: This Is a Test of the Emergency Broadcast System

Author: Dragon's 1 Girl

Summary: Can Draco take the heat? H/D

Rated: PG-13

Warnings: Slashy goodness inside. Nothing too heavy, but nonetheless, do not flame me for the ship!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; I wish I did! I would have so much fun. But, alas, I do not, J.K. Rowling does. ::Pouts:: Please, someone give me Draco for my birthday, it's coming up soon!

A/N: This is a crazy one shot that took me like two hours to write. Don't ask about the title, I just had this crazy urge to write a story, using that name. I hope you like it.

"Hey, Malfoy!" called Harry after leaving Double Potions. This prank took most of the class to plan with Ron. And they had prepared their potion without a problem, much to Snape's dismay.

"What do you want Potter?" said Draco in his trademark sneer.

"I'll bet you 20 galleons that you can't keep your cool if I do three things to you!"

"Not that I need the money, but it would be fun to show you up and put you out 20 galleons."

"So, we're on?"

"Time and place?"

"Right after dinner, Trophy Room; after all, it is always unlocked. Oh, and bring your money."

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"Well, well, well. I can't believe you actually showed up, Malfoy. And alone, just what is this world coming to?"

"Have you got your money Potter?"

Harry held up a small leather pouch, "And you?" Draco did the same.

"Do your worst." Harry stepped up to him and tousled the perfectly set platinum blonde hair. Draco flinched a little but calmly replied: "I'll just fix it later."

Harry smirked, then took out his wand, and with a quick spell, singed off one of Draco's flawlessly manicured eyebrows. The poor blonde was on the brink of tears but managed to choke out, "It'll grow back."

Harry then took a step back and sized up Draco. The blonde gave an inner sigh of relief; maybe he could make it through this. "Giving up Potter?"

"Nope." Harry stepped back up to Draco draped his arms over the slender shoulders, and laid a passionate kiss on the pale lips. Unexpectedly, Draco leaned into the kiss and opened his mouth while pulling Harry's hips flush against his own. Harry wasn't worried, though: he had a back up plan.

The Gryffindor enjoyed the kiss for a moment longer, then let out a soft moan. There was a flash. Draco pulled back and yelled, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF SALAZAR SLYTHERIN WAS THAT?!"

Harry began to laugh hysterically, "That, my dear Malfoy, was a blackmail picture. By the way, I win! My winnings please." He held out his hand and Draco deposited the small leather bag he had held up earlier. "Ron you can come out now." The Slytherin's jaw dropped and he went white, as Ron held up Colin Creevey's camera.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Depends on your behavior," declared Ron.

"Night, Sweetums," said Harry as he blew Draco a kiss and winked at him. Harry and Ron left laughing so hard that they could barely walk.

~END~

A/N: I got this idea from a story my beta told me about, I don't know what that story is called or who it's by (since I've never read the original story, just know that it's a Yu-Gi-Oh fic). If you contact me I'll give you credit for your story idea. Anyways please review, and read my other stories too please! And review those too. BYE, BYE!