Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...thanks for noticing.

Warning: SLASH...yummy

A/N: Alright, thanks to all my reviewers, aperently on shot wasn't good enough, so i love you all here's a bit more. And i may post a 3rd chapter, still debating...but probably.

On You're Knees, Potter: Two-shot

Back in Gryffindor tower Harry stretched out on the bed. If I were anyone else I'd be having a good cry right about now. He thought, he sighed and rolled over, face down in the pillows. Bloody fucking Malfoy, how could I let this happen?

Romantic thoughts of Malfoy were nothing new to Harry, but never did he think he'd get a chance to live out these fantasies.

It was a one-night stand, that's all.

But why you? There are a dozen other people in the castle on holiday, but he chose his sworn enemy.

He could have at least stayed to say good bye…

He's Malfoy, what did you expect?

Harry sighed in defeat and stood up, resolving to take a shower and head down for a late breakfast.

- - -

Draco was lying in bed reading a book after he'd made sure Harry had left when the portrait swung open. "I told you Snape I'm not going to the sodding Manor," he called, assuming it was his godfather.

When no one answered he looked up. "Oh, it's you," he said realizing Harry was standing in the hall. "Well, what do you want?" he snapped.

"I was just…last night…"

"Yeah…?"

"Why?"

Draco laughed. "Boy Potter you're a genius when it comes to forming complete sentences."

Harry glared at him before turning around.

"What did you expect?" Draco called after him, "That we would fall madly in love and I'd kiss your golden boy ass begging you to forgive me for everything over the years? It was a good fuck, end of story."

Tears stung Harry's eyes as the portrait swung closed.

Why me, why do I have to fucking cry!?

It's only Malfoy.

Exactly! So why is he getting to me like this?

Because you like him.

Harry froze. "No," he said aloud. "Not Malfoy."

- - -

On his way to dinner that night Draco spotted Harry in the courtyard. Ignoring the voice in the back of his mind that told him to walk on, he went over the Gryffindor.

"Potter," he spat, ready for a round of insults to start flying, regular things, like ferret boy, scar head, things about the Dark Lord, Draco retorting with how poor Weasley was. It was the same routine, different day.

So naturally the blonde was taken aback when Harry looked up, eyes red as if he'd been crying.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked harshly.

"I um," never had Draco been at a loss for word over Potter. The way he sat there, shoulders slumped over…he looked so, hurt, so human. Merlin what have I done?

"I'm not really in the mood for company," he finished.

"Right," Draco said, backing away slowly.

- - -

Harry smiled the next morning at breakfast when Hedwig landed at his table. At least a letter from 'Mione will cheer me up. He thought.

When he took the parchment from Hedwig's leg though, he knew it wasn't Hermione's writing.

I need to speak with you, was scrawled on thee parchment in Draco's handwriting. You know where, tonight, nine.

Harry glanced toward the Slytherin table to see Draco staring back at him.

- - -

"I'm sorry," Draco said that night when Harry entered his room.

"For what?"

Draco laughed, "Don't play like that. I never meant to hurt you…I just thought…"

"Thought what?" Harry demanded, "That I would let you get away with a mindless fuck? Think again Malfoy."

"What do you want me to do then? I apologized, isn't that enough?"

Harry thought for a minute, "Take me on a date."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"In Hogsmede, where everyone can see us."

"That's all?"

"I like you Draco," Harry continued, "So take me out and maybe you can like me too."

"Fine, we'll go on a sodding date."

Harry nodded happily, "Owl me with the details." And he left.

"What? No kiss!" Draco yelled after him, half smiling.

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