Chapter One

Harry Potter was out of bed past curfew, and he didn't have his invisibility cloak or the marauders map. He knew he would be in big trouble if he was caught by either filch or Snape but he didn't care he was already done what he had to do. He made his way slowly back to Griffindor tower, as he wasn't in a hurry. But he was distracted as he past the tapestry of Barnabas the barnby by a drawling voice.

"Hello Potter" said Malfoy in a delighted drawl that harry knew all to well.

Harry gritted his teeth, ready for a fight, and whipped around, "Damn," he thought, "I should have brought the fucking map!"

"What do you want Malfoy," he snapped.

"Manners Potter or I'll be forced to give you a detention" drawled Malfoy; "you should count yourself lucky that I haven't already given you one for being out of bed this late.

Harry was surprised to say the least, "er… thanks… I guess," he stammered.

Draco sneered, "Ya, well, you're damn lucky that I'm in a good mood or you'd be kissing my fucking shoes."

"Why are you in such a good mood," Harry asked.

It wasn't like he actually cared, but he was trying to keep Draco distracted from the situation at hand.

"Not that it is any of your business but I just successfully dumped that slut Pansy Parkinson."

Harry was furtherly surprised by this statement; it was common knowledge that Draco and Pansy were betrothed, so as to keep the long line of Malfoy stinking pure blood heritage going.

"But aren't you supposed to marry her someday?" he asked casually.

Malfoy was taken aback, "Why yes Potter I am, but I had no idea that it was common knowledge among even the noble Griffendors," his voice was dripping with disdain.

"But I've just come to terms with my own sexual preferences and most fortunately they do not include her as she is a stinking girl." Malfoy said this all very quickly and though he was trying to pretend that he didn't care what Harry thought, Harry could tell that Malfoy was quite unsure of himself at the moment.

Harry didn't know why he did it but that didn't change the fact that he did it anyway.

"Um… Malfoy," he started to say, then faltered as he looked up into the cold stare of Draco's eyes.

I think that it was very brave of you to say something like that to me of all people.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "are you poking fun at me Potter."

"No!" said Harry quickly- but just then they heard footsteps coming down the corridor and Malfoy turned quickly into the shadows, Harry acting solely on instinct (ya right) followed him. Once he got into the shadows he gasped, they were in another corridor. One that wasn't on the map, But it was significantly narrower than the last and Harry was uncomfortably aware of how close he was to Draco.

Draco whipped around, only to see Harry staring directly at him. His lips curved into his trademark sneer and said in a low voice "What are you staring at Potter?"

Harry was surprised to find himself nodding his head. But he regretted it almost instantly, as Malfoy seemed to take this as an invitation. He leaned forward, hesitated for a split second, then seemed to make up his mind and pulled Harry into a deep Kiss.