Disclaimer: don't own, but one can always dream...

Harry strode towards the castle, seething. Why couldn't those idiots at least understand him once in a while?! He ignored his soaked through clothes, and the mud splattered all over the bottom of his cloak as he stalked up to the Entrance Hall doors.

He was about to throw them open, when a gentle, but firm hand made it's presence known on his shoulder. He almost screamed again, but it came out more as a gurgling sound.

He whirled around, expecting some giant monster to attack him, but was met with amused silver eyes, and a rosy mouth that was quirked up in a smirk at him.

" Honestly, you're getting very paranoid Po...Harry."

Harry just stared at him, studying the other boy's features. After a moment of just staring at the flaxen-haired youth, Harry held out a hand, then reached up and began caressing Draco's cheek lightly, rubbing his thumb across the smooth, wet skin. Draco leaned into the touch, smiling softly.

Harry had just a little time to register the twinkling mischief in Draco's eyes as they opened again, before he was shoved up against the doors, Harry remained startled as Draco pressed up against him quickly, pinning his wrists above his head and claiming his lips savagely.

The warm wetness of Draco's tongue swiped Harry's bottom lip, he gasped, and opened his mouth, Draco smiled against Harry's open mouth, before sliding his tongue inside and beginning a leisurely exploration. Harry moaned softly, encouraging the other boy. He wanted to wrap his arms around Draco, and tested his hold on his wrists. Draco just snickered, and pressed against Harry harder, letting his arousal be known.

Harry gasped against Draco's mouth again, and moved in tiny circles up against Draco, creating a yummy friction that had both boys panting. Draco then moved his lips to Harry's neck, licking and pressing tantalizing kisses against the flesh he found there.

He was just pulling Harry's robe down to reveal his shoulder, when a deep chuckle reached their ears. Both boys froze as they heard a familiar accent.

" Hello Harry, Malfoy. I think you'd better move to a more...private place if you plan to continue this. I'd rather not witness two supposedly arch rivals fucking like bunnies right on the front steps of Hogwarts."

Harry leaned slightly to the left around Draco, getting a glimpse of the speaker. His face cracked into a smile as he spotted his former Quidditch captian, Oliver Wood. Draco just scowled at the man.

" Hey Wood! What are you doing here? I thought you were at Puddlemere United?" Harry asked thoughtfully, looking at the brunette in question.

Wood just shook his head, looking confused.

((A/N: I'm unsure if Puddlemere United is a university or a quidditch team...I'll try the latter..heh.))

" I was kicked out, dunno what the big deal was...I mean, the guy stole my hat for insert curse word here sake! He deserved it. And I cleaned up the guts didn't I?!? Old guys are so fucking squeamish…" Oliver trailed off, looking deranged and in thought.

Harry slowly edged away from the former Gryffindor Quidditch captain, but he was still pressed against the door, so he kinda went sideways instead.

Draco just lifted an elegant eyebrow.

Oliver continued speaking in a more calm voice than before, looking at Harry.

" Yeah, I've heard that Madam Hooch retired early, so I'm gonna take her place as the flying instructor. Dumbledore already heard of my expulsion from Puddlemere United, and owled me if I wanted the job." Oliver then walked closer to the couple, with Harry looking like a trapped mouse.

Draco just smirked, and pulled Harry out of the way so Wood could open the doors. Harry watched the seemingly crazy and violent young man cautiously as he walked past the duo.

Wood turned around when he reached the doors, smiling a charming smile. He opened one door halfway, before speaking.

" Oh, and Harry? You're fucking beautiful." He grinned wider, looking deranged again, and slid inside the castle quickly, while Draco spluttered at the closed door, outraged.

Harry just watched the platinum haired beauty, amused with his behavior. He brushed a few wet strands of hair out of his eyes, and stepped closer to Draco

" Jealous Draco? Don't worry; I'm not interested in him… that comment was rather disturbing." Harry said, looking disgusted as he finished his sentence.

Draco stopped in his rant, and smiled at Harry, the latter smiled back. A growl interrupted the loving stares and silence. Harry grinned sheepishly.

" I'm hungry…let's go find something in the kitchens." He suggested, since dinner was long since over, and they both hadn't had anything to eat now that you come to think of it.

Draco nodded slowly, agreeing. His stomach was rather empty now… Harry grinned, grasping his hand and pulled him through the door.

Elsewhere

Ron was ranting all the way up to the castle, with Hermione behind him, guiding a floating unconscious Neville along.

" That's so disturbing! Honestly, I thought those two would never think of doing THAT." Ron shuddered, and continued walking towards the castle.

The rest of his rant was unintelligible, and Hermione rolled her eyes. She herself didn't approve of homosexuality, and she had thought Harry wouldn't be like…that. He was Harry Potter!

Needless to say, when they had found Harry, what they had seen had shocked them into next week. Neville had even had a mental meltdown it seemed.

They reached the castle doors, and Ron threw them open, pausing to let Hermione and the floating Neville go in first. He stepped in, closing the doors behind them, and followed Hermione up the marble staircase.

Back to Harry and Draco…

" DOBBY?!?"

" EEK!!! MASTER DRACO SIR!!!!"

CRASH

BOOM

tinkle

POOF

Draco lay groaning in a mess of broken plates and cups, with a wide-eyed Harry staring around the room in confusion.

" What just happened?"

Draco only groaned again, and sat up slowly, broken shards of a plate sliding off of his head. He looked around the room slowly, and scowled.

" He got away, stupid elf."

Harry only stared at Draco, until comprehension dawned on his face.

" Oh yeaahh, Dobby used to serve your family! Well, when your father…freed Dobby, Dumbledore offered him a job in the kitchens." Harry frowned, and helped Draco stand up, brushing plate dust and pieces off of him.

Draco muttered a thanks, and pouted.

" Father said he ran away." He murmered sourly, " Oh well, lets get some food."

That's when he noticed all the house-elves huddled in a corner fearfully, after having heard horror stories about Draco from a drunk Dobby, they weren't too keen on meeting him.

The blonde just raised an eyebrow, studying the creatures coolly. They huddled back farther, 'eeping'.

Harry rolled his eyes, and approached them. They hardly noticed as they stared at 'The White-Haired Menace', as Dobby had put it, with rather slurred squeaky words as well.

Harry crept closer to them, before whispering in the nearest elf's ear, asking if they could have something to eat. The house-elf in question jumped, and nodded his head rapidly; it's ears flapping about. Harry watched it run away somewhere, before coming back with some turkey sandwiches.

Harry smiled gratefully, taking the platter from the elf, the latter hurried away back to the corner where Draco was terrorizing them. Harry had no idea why the house-elf had hurried back there, but shrugged it off, and called Draco over.

" Hey Draco, leave them alone, aren't you hungry?" He called, grinning.

The blonde turned around, and smiled, taking a sandwich off of the platter.

" Thanks love."

Harry stared at him,

" What did you call me?"

Draco looked confused, before his face brightened up, and he smiled, catching Harry off guard.

" I called you love."

The raven-haired teen just blushed, he was rather uncertain about the word, and made a small 'o' with his mouth, then took another bite of his sandwich. Draco watched him for a minute, before shrugging, and taking a bite of his own sandwich.

They continued eating in silence, sitting on two chairs that had magically appeared. Harry was lost to his thoughts as he stared at Draco discreetly.

It was too soon to tell if he loved Draco, he didn't even know why he had reacted like that to the endearment. He just wasn't used to these feelings coursing through his insides. He thought about the light and burning feeling inside him whenever he was near the blonde. That meant something, but he wasn't sure if it was actually love.

'It's probably just a crush.'

Heh, famous last words

He was cut off from his musings when Draco placed his hand gently on his shoulder, Harry blushed, realizing Draco had been calling him for the last few minutes.

" We should get back to our dorms, it's getting late." Draco spoke softly, squeezing Harry's shoulder lightly before letting go and heading to the door.

Harry stood up and followed obediently, waving to the house-elves over his shoulder as he stepped out into the corridor after Draco.

He closed the portrait thing, and turned around, his eyes automatically landed on Draco. He smiled, realizing the other boy's sandwich was already gone. He looked down at his half eaten one. Feeling hungry again all of a sudden, he took a large bite, and followed Draco down the corridor.

By the time they reached the Gryffindor portrait, Harry was finished his sandwich, and stood beside Draco when they reached the Fat Lady.

There was an awkward silence, before Draco took Harry's chin in his hand, and tipped his face up. Harry sighed contentedly as their lips met. They ignored the choking sound coming from the Fat Lady as they wrapped their arms around each other.

Harry broke away first, panting for breath, then smiled at a flushed Draco.

" Bye, see you tomorrow I guess." He murmered softly, and brushed his lips against Draco's lightly, before turning to a red Fat Lady. He thought the look suited her, as she was round as a tomato. He felt Draco brush his cheek; he turned and watched as the blonde headed down the corridor, whistling happily.

Harry watched him go, until a sharp, and impatient " Ahem!" broke his trance. He jumped, and said the password swiftly. He heard the Fat Lady cough again, her face turning red for the second time.

" No Mister Potter, 'Fuck he's gorgeous' is most certainly not the password."

Harry blushed fiercely, and muttered the actual password, waiting until the portrait swung open, and then stepping inside the Gryffindor common room. He heard the portrait snap shut behind him, and he headed towards the boy's dormitories, feeling sleepy all of a sudden, but happy.

Left outside to her own thoughts, the Fat Lady shook her head bemusedly.

'That did NOT just happen.'

((A/N: You better believe it sister O It happens ALL the time in my world...ahem. Carry on ))

Harry stumbled up the stairs, every intention to go and plop down on his bed. He stepped up the final stair, and came to a stop outside a large wooden door.

He opened it cautiously, and stepped inside. He crept silently with a catlike grace, even when he was incredibly sleepy, he had the knack to be as silent as a mouse. He figured maybe living with the Dursley's for what felt like hundreds of years had made him that way. He didn't want to wake anyone else anyways.

He came to a stop beside his bed, flopped down on it, and all conscious thought left his mind as he drifted off into dreamland. He didn't even notice as a silent figure came through the dormitory door, and crept slowly and stealthily towards his bed…

Heh, it's about time I've updated this story. Sheesh. Please review and make me happy puppy dog eyes

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