SUMMARY: Draco is forced to make a potion with Neville Longbottom and of course it gets screwed up. Although no one knows it, the potion they thought was a simple warmth potion ends up becoming Draco's worst nightmare. Or will it become his biggest miracle? (SLASH, MPREG) Be warned, this is a HARRYxDRACO fic.

Author's Note: I will try to stick to each character's personality as much as possible, but forgive me if anyone seems a bit OOC at times. Thanks! Oh yeah, and no flames please!

Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and neither am I making money for writing this pathetic attempt of a fanfic.

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-~WORST NIGHTMARE...OR BIGGEST MIRACLE?~-

-Chapter Two: I Hate You, Don't I?-

Draco woke up around midnight that night, feelings unusually hot and excited. His sheets were all twisted around his body, and his pj's seemed way too constricting. Sweat actually glistened on his face, and things low in his body were tightened. Tightened with arousal, an arousal that didn't want to go away even when he took a cold shower.

Knowing it was fruitless to try to calm his body, he grabbed a silk night-robe and padded out of his room. Because he was a prefect, he had certain priveledges which included a room to himself. Tonight, he was especially glad for this fact. Handling anyone's nosy questions wasn't something he particularly wanted to do at the moment. Not when he felt so needy, so wanting...

'Damn it, calm yourself!' he demanded of himself, scowling.

Of course, it was no use. His body wanted something, and that something was a certain boy lying asleep in the Gryffindor tower. 'I wonder what he looks like when he's asleep. Probably like an angel...'

These thoughts were really beginning to frustrate Draco, being as he should be hating Potter, not lusting after his body. He knew it, his mind knew it, but his body was being very uncooperative.

Sighing, he knew the one place he could go and be completely alone. The Astronomy Tower was a good place to go and try to gather his thoughts. Hopefully at least...

Ten minutes later, Draco climbed up into the Astronomy Tower only to find out that his idea wasn't as original as he'd thought. Someone was already up there, facing away from him. It was a male, the figure at least showed that. But who would face detention for being up after curfew besides himself? There were only three others who would, but none of them would be alone.

Yet, now that he thought of it, Draco thought that the person looked very familiar. His hair was messy looking, and he looked as if he had a great weight on his shoulders. Damn, it could only be Potter. Only The Boy Who Lived would look so burdened like that.

He must've made a sound, because the figure turned around and his suspicions were proved correct. It was Harry Potter, looking very surprised to see him standing there.

"What do you want?" Potter asked, his voice sounding unnaturally sharp for the Golden Boy.

A scowl appeared on Draco's face. "It's possible I had the idea that I could come here to be alone."

"Sure, like I'd believe that. You have an entire room to yourself to be alone in."

"Yeah, well, it seemed a little too suffocating in there."

Harry scoffed at this. The jerk had to be lying. Why in the world would Malfoy feel his rooms were too suffocating? There was nothing to bother him that would make them too suffocating.

Draco knew Potter didn't believe him, and he didn't blame him. When didn't he have an ulterior motive when he was anywhere near the green-eyed boy?

"You don't have to believe me," he said, running a hand through his blond hair.

Harry stared at him, thinking that Malfoy sure was graceful in everything he did. Wait a minute, not these thoughts again!

Draco himself was staring at Potter, watching him stare at him. Mmm, those lips looked so darned luscious! The warmth inside of him got hotter, curling through him as if urging him on.

An answering warmth swam through Harry, causing his mouth to dry. He licked his lips, realizing that Malfoy was watching his every movement. It excited him, made him feel reckless.

Throwing caution to the wind, Draco strode across the room to his nemesis, stopping maybe two feet away. A hungry look glittered in his icy- blue eyes, a look that shimmered in Harry's emerald-green ones as well.

Suddenly, there was no space between them anymore. Hands were everywhere, rubbing and stroking. Sliding and groping. Draco's night-robe was the first to go, his nightshirt the next. Harry was being aggressive, and it excited the blond even more.

Soon, all clothing was shed and the two seventeen year olds lowered themselves to the floor, not losing contact at all. Tongues battled inside warm, moist mouths. Flushed, fevered skin pressed together. Teeth nipped and teased, hands explored and played. They both raced towards a culmination that they instinctively knew would be explosive...

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The next morning, Harry woke up feeling sluggish and sore, as if he'd exercised too much. Stretching his muscles, he encountered something he didn't expect. Draco Malfoy lay next to him, a sight that scared the shit out of him.

"Bloody hell!" he yelled, waking the slumbering Malfoy.

Crystal blue eyes opened and filled with an answering horror. "What the fuck?!"

Panicked and feeling terrified, both boys grabbed their clothes and hurriedly dressed. They each remembered what had happened during the night, and both wished they hadn't.

Just before they raced out of the Astronomy Tower, Draco glared at Harry and said, "I don't know what the hell happened to cause this, but I swear if you tell a single soul, I'll make you wish you'd never heard of the name Malfoy. Understand?"

Harry narrowed his eyes and retorted, "And if you mention this either, I'll make you wish you were never born. Oh, and I won't hesitate to tell everyone who was on bottom, either. Got it?"

The blone-haired teen hissed, furious. If it ever got out that he'd been topped, he'd be ruined. Malfoy's were never topped! Ever!

"Damn you, Potter!"

"Likewise, Malfoy."

They left, going their separate ways and luckily making it back to their rooms unnoticed. Both took very hot showers and scrubbed themselves very thoroughly. Neither forgot to throw away the clothes they'd worn the night before, either.

Luckily, no one had missed them and they thought their secret was safe. They thought that there was no way anyone could ever find out. Boy, were they about to be proved wrong. Very, very wrong...

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Hey, it's me, DarkBryn1724. I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry this chapter was so short. I wanted to leave it as a cliffhanger, so there would be a little more suspense thrown into the story. Don't worry though, the next chapter will be a lot longer and full of some fun suprises...