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Authoress Ramble: I usually pre-write the next chapter just in case I get to lazy to write it XD. Yeshums that was good...yes...Okay anyhoo!

WARNING: This Chapter does contain 'light' SLASH! You have been warned so don't blame me if you go running to your mum yelling. "Mommy there's some bad language and nasty business on my computer screen!" -- Right...now okay -

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Clearings: /Harry thinking/ (there will be a lot...I think) "People Speaking" Same as the last chapter, Alrighty! On with the Fic!

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Chapter 2- Try Try Again

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Draco walked down the hall whistling a muggle song he once heard. "The cat came back, the very next day, they thought he was a goner but the cat came back."

He finally reached his destination and pushed open the door. Potter was sitting in the front desk wearing his normal school clothes. He looked up when he heard the door opened and his jaw dropped. /Holy hell Draco looks sexy as- No! Bad thoughts! Wrong thoughts! Get out eeevil thoughts!/ Malfoy smirked and he saw Harry blush.

"Glad you could join us Mr. Malfoy," Snape said lazily, "have a seat, I have a meeting to attend so you two had better not get into trouble, hand over your wands." Harry grumbled while handing his wand over and Draco just tossed his to Snape who almost dropped it. "No fighting, you both will write 'I will never call the wonderful and sexy professor Snape names' over and over until your time is up." Harry glanced at Draco who just shrugged. Snape walked out of the class room cloak billowing behind him.

Sighing Harry picked up his quill, dipped it in the ink and began to write.

Draco glanced towards Harry, he needed a clever plan...but what to do....what to do indeed.

He was still thinking on a plan when Harry finally spoke. "I see you've changed your clothes."

"How nice of you to notice," he turned to him, deciding to just go with the flow but with more seduction.

Harry looked up at him and blushed when he saw that the blond had tilted his chair back, his whole self facing him in an innocent but sexual position, (legs spread, one arm draped on the back of the chair, slightly parted lips, half lidded eyes...yeah, just like a hot model).

"Wh-what are you doing!?" Harry stammered.

"Me?" Draco asked innocently, "nothing, just, sitting." Harry noticed the mischievous glint in his eye.

"Feh," he turned back to his writing, "you'd better be careful, you might fall over."

"So nice of you to care, Harry."

"Whaaaaaat!?" the Gryffindor faced the Slytherin again, "did you just call me by my first name!?"

"Sorry, it just, rolled off the tongue," he said offhandedly, "Harry Potter, the name's kind of catchy don't you think?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "You've gone insane, cookoo in the freaking head," he pointed to his own head.

Just then the door burst open frightening Draco; he lost his balance on the chair and fell over. Snape walked in and momentarily froze when he spotted the Slytherin Prince on the floor looking shocked and a bit in pain.

He raised an eyebrow, "Mr. Malfoy please keep your chair on all fours, I don't want to be responsible for a broken bone," he walked to his desk and picked up a roll of parchment, "I thought I left an assignment for you both."

At this Harry grudgingly returned to his detention work but in a slightly happier mood now that he had the image of Draco falling over planted in his head.

Snape walked out in the same dramatic manner, his robes billowing behind him by a nonexistent breeze.

Once the potions professor had closed the door Harry burst out laughing, tears already pouring out of his eyes. "BWAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! Told you," he calmly returned to his work leaving Draco glaring at his back as he stood up, trying to regain what little composure he still had left. "You never listen do you?"

"Excuse me?" he crossed his arms and raised an elegant eyebrow. Harry tried to hide a snicker.

"Third year, Hagrid clearly stated that no one insult the Hippogriffs but you did just that and got your arm hurt," he faced him looking triumphant.

"That was a long time ago, besides who would ever listen to a fat oaf like him anyway?" he took a step forward, as if challenging Harry.

"That's wonderful coming from a person who fell off his chair!"

Several minutes and insults later....

Draco pounced on Harry like a tiger. The Gryffindor, not seeing the attack coming was thrown off his chair, the floor unexpectedly hitting his back and knocking the wind out of him for several seconds.

He gasped, "what the f-"

"Not so high and mighty now, are we?" the blond smirked, holding down Harry's wrists over his head, "I rather like you this way, Potter."

"Get off me!" he tried to kick him but the weight of the other boy on him was weakening him (not that he's heavy!).

"No," he said rebelliously, "you're comfy to sit on and I have no intentions to move."

To his surprise Harry sighed and gave up. "'High and mighty'?" he laughed bitterly, "what the hell gave you that idea?" he looked up at him, slight glare in his eyes.

But there was something else that Draco saw in the emerald eyes, was it sadness or anger? There was a silence, a silence that drummed loudly in their ears.

Something hard and throbbing in the lower regions of their waists woke them from their frozen silence. They blushed brilliantly and tried to move away from each other only to hit their hardened selves against each other and get a moan out of Boy Wonder.

"...You did NOT just hear that," Harry said, his face reddening more with embarrassment, Draco made to talk again, "shut up! You didn't hear it! Zip it."

Draco smirked and grind his hips against his rivals, waves of heated pleasure rocketed up their bodies causing them both to let out groans.

The door flew open for the second time, Snape walked in, looking through a piece of paper. "Time is-oh get a room! Dear god, get a room!" he stalked back out of the classroom, hand over his mouth as if he were about to vomit.

Blushing furiously again, both boys got up and sprang away from each other as if the other was contaminated. They hurried out of the classroom, looking as if nothing had happened but stumbling because of their throbbing, (ahem!) boners.

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"And that's why you can't mix powdered pixie with liquefied black rose pedals," Hermione stated, finishing her explanation to the still confused Ron.

"But I thought...never mind my brain hurts now," he pouted and rubbed his temples.

Before Hermione could say anything she was interrupted by the portrait slamming open and someone running inside. "Harry?" she turned to see her raven haired friend, panting and walking quickly to the boys dorms. "Harry! What are you-"

"Hi guys, nice day-"

"Night," Ron corrected.

"Yes, nice night, wonderful night," he said hurriedly, there was a pause in which his friends just stared at him with their eyebrows raised and in danger of getting lost in their bangs. "...Gotta go!" and he ran up the stairs leaving Ron and Hermione confused, worried and freaked out.

"What just happened?" Ron asked, facing Hermione who shrugged, "hm...he must be crazed in the cerebro(1)."

Hermione blinked. "Was that a Spanish word? An actual Spanish word you just spoke with the right accent."

"Yep," he smiled cheerfully, "I'm smart like that!"

"And yet you can't get a potion right without me giving you instructions?" she muttered.

"I heard that!" he ears went pink in embarrassment, "and you shouldn't be saying that to me, Neville's the one who can't do the right potions."

"Hey I heard that!" Neville said indignantly.

Hermione sighed. "I'm gonna go see what's wrong with Harry," she stood up and left Ron to argue with the forgetful boy.

"Harry?" she knocked on the door but there was no answer, "it's me, open the door," she turned the knob but it was locked, "oh honestly!" she pulled out her wand, "alohamora!"

Meanwhile Harry sat in one of the cubicles in the bathroom. /A bit more.../ he kept thinking as he pumped himself as quickly as possible. He came.

A knock was heard at the door to the bathroom. "Harry?" said the muffled voice of Hermione.

/Shit! Not even...FUCK!/ he fumbled with the zip on his jeans and ran out of the cubicle to the sink.

"Harry?" Hermione walked inside just in time to see Harry frantically wash his hands, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he answered too quickly, grabbing a bunch of napkins, "why do you ask?" his eye twitched.

"Uh...you're acting a little too...happy," she watched as the raven head dried his hands with the napkins roughly, "your nervous, what happened in detention?"

"Nothing," he tried to smile but it made him look like he was about to poop, Hermione, a bit scared now, looked at him with worry that he finally cracked, "I'm not gay, how dare you insinuate that I'm gay!" he stormed out of the bathroom before his friend could stop him.

"Gay?" she repeated, putting that together with Harry's nervous and over giddy behavior/reaction to detention she blushed lightly. "Oh. My. God!"

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"SO!" Pansy jumped on Draco's bed, "how'd it go? Tell moi!"

Sighing, the blond collapsed on the bed, "better than I expected," he said, fighting back the urge to blush.

"What happened!? I must know!" she stopped when she spotted the bulge on the boys pants, "are you gonna take care of that?"

"Mm?" he looked at his bulge, "oh right..." he got up and walked lazily to the bathroom.

Minutes later...

Draco emerged from the bathroom and lay back down on his bed. "What happened?" Pansy lay next to him, grinning like a cat.

"Well...it started off fine, I was trying to be bit seductive but then we started insulting each other," he left out the part when he fell off his chair, "then I jumped him and...well...you should already know what happened," he blushed lightly.

"That explains the erection," she said bluntly, "so you both shagged!? Wow I'm impressed at how quickly you work."

"We didn't shag!" he blushed even more, "we just...grinded against each other, Snape got back before anything else would happen."

"I will personally see to it that he dies a slow and painful death," her eyes narrowed in her anger. "And Potter?"

"He took off," he became quiet as he remembered the strange glare Harry had given him. Why were they a little sad? And why in hell's name did he feel guilty!?

"Well, the dare's still on, he didn't say 'I love you' so, you've still got work to do," Pansy's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I know," he moaned miserably, grabbing a pillow and putting it over his head.

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1. Cerebro means head in Spanish

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