Author's Notes: Alright, here's another long chapter. Personally, I'm not too fond of it. But then again, I'm never too fond of any of my chapters. But it doesn't really matter what I think. Oh, and some craziness, I've managed to fit in three quotes into this chapter. Aren't I amazing? I'll go into more detail in the End Notes. So, I suppose that's about it. Also, please check if I'm answering your reviews.

Shelly Webster: Alright, great job on getting the quote. So, feel free to e-mail me with whatever idea you should have. I'll take any idea UNLESS it will demean my story or fuck around with the ending I already have planned. But also, don't be upset if you don't see you're idea for a while cuz I have to be able to fit it in and that might take some time. That's all. Ta

Ash:    You're idea is actually really good and I think I'm going to use it for the basis of another story. I actually already have an idea for it. Unfortunately, I can't use it for this story cuz then I would have to change the ending and I REALLY don't want to do that.

Thedarkside45:    Great to see that you're so devoted to my story. You read it all in one night? That's amazing. Well, here's another chapter. I hope you like it.   

         Henriette:    Unfortunately, I can't use your idea. I think I'll do something of such nature for another story, but for this one I can't really have it. Not with the tone of the story I'm trying to set. But definitely in another story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Draco's POV

"Did you hear what happened to Draco?"

            I stopped at the mention of my name and listened to the conversation between two Slytherin students. I didn't know either of them by name –they were first years- and I didn't much care for them. There was never a moment when they weren't in a corner, whispering about this or that. I never cared for what they spoke of, but now since I was the subject of their little conversation I was interested.

"No, what?"

            "He had a wet dream..."

            I flushed, utterly embarrassed. How did they know? Someone must have woken up when I was cleaning up the bed. I remembered unhappily the events of last night.

Flashback

I jumped out of bed, out of my own semen. I glanced around the room to make sure that no one had awoken. In the dark, I could only make out the faint outline of my fellow Slytherins' sleeping forms, and those outlines didn't seem to be moving. Fearfully watching my surroundings for movement, I slipped off my sticky boxers and tossed them onto the bed. I felt an immediate chill in the nether regions and carefully felt my way to my trunk for another pair of boxers. I opened the top, listening for any sounds of someone waking up. Everyone's breathing was regular, though I heard no snores. I grabbed a pair of undergarments, but did not yet put them on, and turned to the bathroom door. It was slightly ajar and a faint beam of light shone on the floor. I scanned the ground in front of me for any obstacles that might have been in the way. There was nothing that I could see; but then again, I couldn't see anything. I put my foot out in front of me and felt around for things that might be in my path. I did this until I reached the bathroom. I slipped inside and shut the door behind me. A candle shone on the left wall, a permanent glow. I remembered being told, in my first year, that the candle always shone no matter what anyone tried. Even I had attempted to put it out. Now I was quite grateful to it.

            I walked over to a tall cabinet on the far wall and opened it. It was filled with gel bottles of various shapes and sizes, and even skin creams. The other houses always prattled on about the Slytherins being vain, but who could blame them for wanting perfect skin and hair? Ignoring the gel bottles however, I dropped to the floor and scanned the bottom shelf for a particular bottle. After a few moments, I found what I was looking for. In the corner was an ivy green vial almost completely hidden in the shadows. I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around the bottle and lifting out of the cabinet. I inspected the bottle and frowned. I never would have thought I'd need to use it.

            In my first year, the Slytherin Prefect at the time had told me about an ivy coloured vial that sits at the bottom of the cabinet in the bathroom. The vial contained a self-replenishing potion –meaning that it would automatically refill itself after use. When I had asked him, amazed and excited, what kind of a potion it was, he laughed. Then he had leaned over and whispered in my ear. I remembered clearly what he had said.

            Just about the most useful potion you could have in a sticky situation. Then had had laughed. Pardon my pun. However, should you ever wake up in the middle the night, lying in a pool of your own come, this little baby will save your ass. It'll instantly clean any mess and destroy all evidence of any nasty mishaps.

            I stared at the opaque bottle a little longer before remembering that I was still utterly nude. I put the bottle down on the floor, grabbed my bar of soap from the cabinet, and headed to the shower stalls. My legs were still a little sticky, and I didn't want my fresh boxers clinging to me uncomfortably. I stepped into the shower and turned it on. The water sputtered to life, dousing me with frigidly cold water. I gasped and quickly adjusted the taps to a tolerable level of heat. I stuck my head under the stream of water, momentarily forgetting what I was supposed to be doing as the pleasant water washed over me. I blinked, remembering my unfortunate situation, and, picking my soap off the floor, began washing myself.

            Once through, I grabbed a towel from the rack and quickly dried myself off. I was still I little wet when I put my boxers on, but I ignored it. I put the towel back on the rack, grabbed the vial off the floor, and vacated the bathroom. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but there still wasn't much to see. I stepped towards my bed and accidentally kicked someone's trunk. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but I still couldn't suppress a groan. I breathed deeply, listening for sounds of someone awakening. Nothing.

            I started walking again, more cautiously than before. When I reached my bed, I uncapped the bottle and gagged at the odor emanating from the open bottle. I shifted the bottle cap to my ring and pinky fingers, and blocked my nose with my thumb and index. I emptied the contents of the vial on my bed. I heard a slight hiss as the potion went to work cleaning my bed and disappearing, leaving behind no traces. I recapped the bottle and noted as the bottle gradually began to grow heavier as the potion replenished itself. I sat on my freshly cleaned bed, and tucked the bottle under the mattress. I'll deal with it tomorrow, I told myself. I laid myself down on the bed, pulled the covers back over me, and closed my eyes.

End Flashback

            The two Slytherins I had been watching had moved further down the hallway, whispering eagerly to each other and giggling as they made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Some part of me wanted to approach the little bastards and kick their gossiping wretched asses, but my better judgment stopped me. I didn't have anything to worry about; even if those two did tell other people, they wouldn't believe it. But if I went over and blasted those two into a wall, people would get suspicious. It would be better just to play it cool... for now. I vowed that by the end of the year, their uppance would come {8}.

Harry's POV

I slipped down the empty hallway, my shadow playing across the wall in the dim candle light. My shoeless feet –I had left my shoes back in Gryffindor tower as they made a small click when I walked - made no sound on the floor and my ears were alert for any stirring. My mouth was devoid of saliva and I was finding it hard to swallow –the signs of nervousness. I was never very fond of wandering the halls after hours, even with the Invisibility Cloak and Marauder's Map. Now, without it, I felt incredibly vulnerable –almost naked without it. As I slinked down the hall, I berated myself for leaving those behind –even though it was the right thing to do. As much as I tried to convince myself that I could trust Draco, some part of me kept nagging me, telling me to keep on my guard. I wasn't yet ready to reveal to Draco the existence of my father's cloak and map.

            I rounded a corner and saw the library doors staring straight in front of me. I was almost there. Despite my better judgment, I broke into a quiet run: just fast enough to be considered a run, but slow enough so as not to make too loud a sound. I turned another corner and stopped, almost losing my balance as my socks slid on the floor. I felt my heart drop in my chest; there was no one here. I walked further down the hall, hoping that Draco was just being a dick and was hiding from me. Suddenly I was grabbed from behind and shoved roughly into a wall. I struggled against my attacker, but his hold on me was too great. I felt his breath against my ear as he whispered:

            "Scream for me."{9}

            I almost burst out laughing, relaxing in the other's arms.

            "You bastard!" I whispered, trying not to giggle as a pair of lips attached themselves to my ear lobes. "Don't you ever do that to me again!"

            The lips detached themselves. "But it's so much fun..."

            "Draco..."

            "Yes, dear?" He pulled his head back so we could see eye to eye. In the darkness, they looked almost black.

            "I'm sorry about yesterday..." I muttered quickly. He chuckled.

            "Don't be," he replied, placing a kiss on my forehead. "It had nothing to do with you."

            I smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing him closer to me. I kissed him lightly on the mouth.

            "Is that all I get?" He mock pouted. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get here from Slytherin house in the middle of the night?"

            I laughed. "This was your idea!"

            "Indeed it was," he said, placing his right hand in my hair and playing with it. "Did you like my note?"

            "Meet me at the usual spot tonight. Midnight. PS: Don't forget your sweet ass," I reiterated. Then, sarcastically, said, "It was the sweetest note I've ever gotten."

            "Don't mock me," he said, "or the consequences will be dire."{10}

            "Oh yeah?" I taunted. "And just what will you do?"

            "I'll leave."

            "No you won't."

            "Yes, I will."

            "No, you won't."

            He gave me one last smug smile before detaching himself from me and walking down the hall away from me. I stayed against the wall, watching him leave. I knew he wouldn't go, however.

            Would he?

            I watched as the distance between us grew, and then he disappeared around the bend. I pushed myself away from the wall and tore after him. I turned the corner and felt a strong force crash into me, knocking me to the ground. I opened my mouth to cry out but immediately felt it filled with tongue as Draco closed his lips around mine in a breathtaking kiss. I moaned deeply as his tongue played with mine, filling my mouth. When we broke apart, we were both breathless, gazing into each other's eyes, a smile playing on Draco's lips. His hair fell on either side of my face, closing off the rest of the world. I was reminded of our first kiss. This time was better; I wasn't surprised or confused.

            But I was also reminded of what I would later see that night. The image of Ron kissing Hermione flashed through my mind, and I sought to drown it out with images of Draco – but it was no use. The image continued playing in my mind, in an endless loop. I was brought out of my trance by Draco's voice.

            "What's wrong?"

            "Nothing," I said quickly, looking away from him.

            "You're lying," he said, a slight hint of anger tinged his voice. He hand came up to my face and turned it so that I was looking at him once more. "Tell me what's wrong."

            I felt the anger rising in me. I didn't like that Draco was being so persistent, especially since the matter didn't concern him. I knew he meant well, but I didn't want him to know. Not yet, anyhow.

            When I didn't answer he sighed and sat up. He lifted himself enough so that I could slip out from under him. He took my hands in his and caressed them with his thumbs. He inched closer to me, leaned in and whispered in my ear:

            "Just why exactly did you come back to me yesterday?"

            "Isn't it obvious?" I answered, hoping that this would satisfy him. What was he getting at?

            "No, it's not." He said, pulling his head back and gazing into my eyes. I grew uncomfortable in his stare and averted my gaze downward, but he just let go of my hand and, placing his hand under my chin, tilted it upward. "You were crying when you came back. What I want to know is why."

            I bit my lip. Should I tell him? Could I trust him? "Will you tell anyone?"

            "Of course not, Harry." He answered.

            I still hesitated. Draco had been my enemy for so long, and things like that were hard to get over. But then again, we had already kissed – several times. I had marks on my neck which I had to hide from my friends – his doing. And even as we speak, his thumb was caressing my hand, his other hand holding my chin up. I think our old enmity could be forgotten about. I breathed deeply. "Alright, I'll tell you. Ron and Hermione are going out behind my back."

            I immediately felt embarrassed, stupid even. Saying it out loud to someone else made my reaction that night seem ridiculous. What did he think of me now? I didn't want to know. I stood up but was pulled back to the ground by Draco, who proceeded to wrap his arms around me and whisper in my ear:

            "It's ok, Harry."

            My arms were limp at my side for a moment, in a state of surprise. Of all the reactions, this one I had not been expecting. When I recovered from the slight shock, I too wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his shoulder. His hands traced along my back, up my spine, down again. I gripped Draco's cloak in my hands, feeling the soft, silky, expensive material.

            Suddenly there was a loud crash. Draco and I broke apart, staring down the hall. We glanced at each other for a second, then jumped up. He turned to me.

            "I'll see you tomorrow," he said hurriedly, before turning and running down the hall. I stood for a moment, then began running towards my dorm, but stopped as I saw Draco coming back to me.

            "What's wrong?" I asked, afraid that there was something unpleasant up ahead.

            "Nothing," He replied. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulled me in close, kissing me deeply. "Bye."

            I watched him run away, dazed. I touched a finger to my lip and smiled, then started running again to my dorm, considerably happier than when I had left.

End Notes: Alright, so there's the chapter. I hoped you all liked it better than I did. So, please review.

Quote: Hey, look, 3 quotes in one chapter! I'm amazing. Anyway, you only have to get one of these quotes to win. And remember, answer as quickly as possible. The people who win have to be the first to answer. So, as a reminder, here are the quotes again.

            {8} uppance would come

            {9} Scream for me

            {10} the consequences will be dire

Two of them are from a TV show (the same one), and the other is from a movie. In order to get the TV quotes, however, you will have to be able to state WHO said it as well as the show. I won't count anyone who just answers with the TV show's name. Also, I didn't get the quotes exactly right. At least one of them is a little different, but you should be able to figure it out. Good luck, kiddos.