A/N: I just wanted to take a minute to thank everyone who reviewed so… thank you. And Renny I believe you cracked a whip at me… hence the pain and needing to heal.

Disclaimer: Have you seen me leading Draco and Harry around by a leash lately… No? Then they still aren't mine. So please don't sue me.

Thank you to my sister Lucy for betaing (is that a word?… oh well) this chapter for me and being my partner in insanity.

On with the show

I stand here for a moment, going over my recent interactions with Potter. Let's recap… Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, pushed me against a wall and kissed me. What is the world coming to when a student can't even venture down the halls alone with out being accosted? I suppose the lusciousness that is me was too much to resist, even for the famous Harry Potter. What to do next? Surely I can't torment him for this. No, definitely not. No one must know of what transpired between us - ever. It could ruin my reputation and I can't have that. I don't have time to think about this now; I need to get to class.

This new Defense Professor is a moron. A one eyed newt could do a better job. All he does is go on and on about his so called "glory days". Personally, I don't believe a word of it. Sometimes I think he's fuller of himself than Lockhart, if that's possible. I am so bored. La da dee la da da, I really would prefer to be sleeping right now. We already know all of this dumbass! We're not first years you know. So so bored, someone please talk to me before I kill myself. At least that'll give me something to do.

"Hey Draco." Finally!

"Yes Blaise?" Took you long enough.

"Where were you after lunch? Pansy and I waited but you never came." Oh shit oh shit… think of something quick quick! I know, I'll tell him I was doing something for Professor Snape. He'll definitely believe that.

"Snogging Potter." That works too.

"Funny. No really, where were you?" I'm offended.

"What? You don't think I would lie about such a thing, do you?" Alright I would! Stop harassing me!

"As a matter of fact, I do. That and well, I don't think Potter would have you." What!

"You don't think I'm good enough for Potter?" No one is too good for me!

"Not really. Don't look at me -" I'll look at you however I please and thanks for the vote of confidence by the way.

"I was good enough for you." Ok, so it was only that one time but still.

"I'm not Harry Potter." Obviously.

"Whatever." Some friend you are.

"Look Draco, I didn't mea-" Do you ever?

"Not. Another. Word." If you value your life.

"Fine." Good Boy.

Finally! I was starting to think this lesson would never end! Looks like I don't have to kill myself after all. Then again, I do have creatures next, with Potter. Which didn't even occur to me until just now. Damn. Maybe he won't be there, maybe he got sick or died or left school or got sent to St. Mungos for his recent lack of sanity. Or maybe the sky will open up raining little fairy people, who dance around bringing sunshine and love to everyone. Get a grip Draco, it's only Potter.

I make my way to the half-breeds hut alone, not feeling much like company after Blaise's insight into Potter's and my nonexistent relationship. Bastard. Show's what he knows. No one is too good for me. I can have anyone I want, even precious Harry Potter - if I wanted him, which I do not. Not one bit. Dragging myself out of thoughts I'd rather not think about, I'm not surprised to discover I'm the first to arrive. I don't have the second to highest marks in the school for nothing.

Although, now I have to wait for everyone else for the lesson to begin, I hate waiting I wonder what's on the agenda for today? I think I'll have a look - hopefully, it won't be an insane winged beast, who'll try to take my head off. Nope, Unicorns. That's good, unicorns never hurt anyone. Maybe I have time to go play with them before anyone - damn, here comes the rest of the students, with Potter leading the way. I still have time to run, if I could just - damn, foiled again! I've been spotted. He doesn't look embarrassed at all! If anything, he looks even surer of himself than usual. He just made a kissy face at me! What the fuck! He could at least try to be discreet. Quick Malfoy, do something back! A simple mouthed 'I hate you' should suffice. Apparently not, it seems to have encouraged him, if the extremely inappropriate gestures he's making with his wand are anything to go by. Enough! I'll just ignore him until class is over and then… we will have words.

Damn Unicorns! I thought they were supposed to be all sweet and loving. But no that poor excuse for a Professor had to go and get demon Unicorns. Why else would one have bitten me? And thank you gods' class dismissed. Now, to deal with Potter. I follow him and his little friends for a while before I see my chance to get him alone, when he separates from them - stopping at the bathroom. I enter just as he is exiting the stall, once I'm spotted a triumphant grin appears on his face - as if I am here to do anything but pummel him. Is he in for a surprise.

"Potter." What am I doing? Maybe this was a mistake.

"What do you want now Malfoy?" Besides your body - wait, that's not right.

"What do I want? What do I want?" You must be joking.

"Well…" Well what? Oh yeah.

"Take it back." Do it again.

"Take what back?" As if you didn't know!

"You know… the thing… in the hall." Very eloquent Draco.

"Oh that, I can't take it back. It happened." Ok bye now.

"You listen to me Potter, nothing happened. Do you hear me? NOTHING!" Absolutely nothing. Not a thing.

"If nothing happened, then how am I supposed to take it back?" I really should be collecting royalties for that smirk.

"THAT'S IT!"

I scream in frustration, slamming him against the nearest wall

"Ooh Draco… I always knew you'd like it rough." He's laughing? He's not afraid of me at all.

"By the feel of things Potter, I'd say you're the one who likes it rough." Impressive.

"Never said I didn't." Touché

He begins struggling in my grasps, leaning forward, desperately trying to nip and lick at me.

"Are you trying to bite me?" Try harder.

"Do you want me to?" How could I not?

"NO!" Yes… damn it.

"Maybe you should back up then." If I must.

I do as he suggests but do not loosen my grip on him, fearing what would happen if I do. We stand for a few moments - eyes locked. I'm not sure of what to do now. Letting him go may not be the best thing but I'm hungry and would like to leave the bathroom some time today. I relent - with a warning.

"Ok Potter, I'm going to let you go now and then I am going to leave. Don't. Try. Anything." Please try something.

"Whatever you say." Promise?

I let go of him and immediately realize my mistake, as I am now on the floor with a very aroused Harry Potter on top of me. He has my arms pinned above my head and is currently licking my neck. I have to admit it feels really good. However, I am a Malfoy and we are never submissive - under any circumstances. With a quick motion, I switch our positions. I am now on top, with a very satisfied looking Gryffindor under me. Does nothing faze him? Being new to this whole sleeping with the enemy thing I have no idea what to do. So it has turned into a staring contest, each of us daring the other to make a move. And as soon as I'm about to make one, I am not so gently lifted off my consort by two very freckly arms - and thrown across the room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?" I didn't DO anything.

"I think that would be fairly obvious." Well… maybe not that obvious.

"Thought you'd corner Harry alone and rough him up a little did you?" In a manner of speaking.

Before I have the chance to defend myself, Potter steps in to referee.

"Ron, leave it. Nothing happened." Yet.

"Only because I got here in time. Honestly Harry, you should know better than to go off alone." He's not a child.

"I can take care of myself." Angry suits you Potter.

"I know but -"

"Drop it. Let's go, I'm hungry." He's leaving… again.

He gets up to leave, the Weasel following close behind, while I remain in my position on the floor, not sure of what big red would do if I was to move and I bruise too easily to find out. Once they're gone, I start to pick myself up off the floor (along with whatever's left of my ego - but am halted by Potter, who has stuck his head back through the door.

"We'll continue this later Draco." Goody.

With that he winks and departs for dinner.

"Well… that was eventful." Great, now I'm talking to myself!

Do I want to finish this later? Yes, I believe I do. But only to show Zabini that I can have anything I want. And I do mean anything. I rise from my position on the floor and make my way to the Great Hall for dinner. After arriving, I take my usual seat and begin my meal, when I am unfortunately interrupted by Blaise, yet again.

"Draco?" I'm not talking to you.

"What?"

"You're not still mad at me are you?" Of course.

"What do you think?" How stupid can you be?

"Come on Draco, there's no reason for you to be angry. Potter's never even had a real girlfriend before and even if he did, he hates you. I just don't think he would be interested in you, that's all I'm saying." Shows what you know.

"Are you done?" Being a pain in my ass

"Yes." Then fuck off.

"Good, now let me finish my dinner in peace." Hmm… food.

He sighs, rolling his eyes at me - then turns to Parkinson, to talk about whatever it is they talk about. I try my best to remain focused on my food but my gaze eventually goes to Potter, as it has so many times this week. He's not looking at me. I think I'm disappointed, yes, yes I am. I've gotten used to his eyes on me. I want those eyes on me and I intend to stare at him until they are. Victory! He flashes me a smile and a wink, then turns his attention back to his housemates. Well, it's better than nothing. I've finished tonight's rations by now and quite tired of my self inflicted solitude, I turn to Blaise.

"Are you ready to head back to the dungeons?" Time to play nice.

"So you're talking to me again?" I'm looking at you, my lips are moving and sounding is coming out… so I'm thinking yeah.

"Yes but don't push it." I'm tired of talking to myself. It's not any fun at all and people give you strange looks.

"Oh fine, come on Pans." I didn't say she could come!

I've come to the conclusion that this castle was specifically designed to torture the Slytherins, since it takes almost a day and a half to get anywhere except the Potions class room. During our long trek down I feel someone watching me. I turn to Blaise and Pansy but they are so engrossed in each other, they most likely don't even realize that I'm here at all. I stop dead in my tracks and turn around just to be sure I'm not being followed, when I feel a hand grace the back of my neck. I shiver at the contact and turn my attention again to Pansy and Blaise but they are still continuing down the hall. I am more than a little confused until I feel something - someone, bite my ear.

What the hell is going on? I take a step back - wand brandished, prepared to attack my assailant, when a pair of bright green eyes appear to me out of nowhere… Potter. I heard he had an invisibility cloak but it had never occurred to me that he would use it to tease me. He takes my hand in his and with it, starts to caress my inner thigh. He slowly begins moving inward - ohh, that…should be illegal. I absentmindedly moan - a lot louder than I should have, attracting the attention of Blaise and Pansy, who are now walking towards me with matching curious expressions. Potter lifts his cloak just enough, to grin manically at me, before completely disappearing again. Surely they saw him. Oh! Now I get gloat! Take that Zabini.

"Draco? What are you doing?" Getting a hand job.

"What do you have to say now Zabini?" Ha ha, in your face

"About what?" The crisis in Africa.

"About me and Potter." And his unfathomable lust for me.

"Are you still on that?" Actually, I haven't gotten on anything yet.

"Didn't you see him?" He was here, I swear.

"See who?" William Shakespeare

"POTTER!"

"Draco, there wasn't anyone else here." Yes there was!

"Yes there was." And he was all over me.

"We didn't see anyone." Are you blind?

"Then why did you come back?" And ruin my good time.

"Because we heard you making strange noises and wanted to make sure you were ok. But then we saw you… doing… things, so we started to leave again when you turned around." Are you deaf as well as blind? I wasn't doing anything!

"That wasn't me! It was Potter!" A surprisingly skilled Potter.

"Look Draco, if you want to… pleasure yourself and pretend it's Potter, be my guest but may I suggest next time you do it somewhere a little more private. Otherwise, people are going to get the wrong idea." As if I would ever do such a thing.

"He was here." He was.

"Sure he was." Why don't you people believe me?

They give each other a worried glance as I brush pass them, suddenly very eager to get back to my room. Potter is going down for this - preferably, on me. That's just great; I can't believe they thought I was… I can't even say it. Do they even remember who I am? I do not need to do those sorts of things. I could get just about anyone at this school - professors included, to do anything I wanted. So why would I have to stoop to self gratification? I am too tired to think about it. I gather my things to prepare for bed and suddenly remember that tomorrow will be the first Potions class since Potters little outburst… that should be interesting. With my previous thoughts spinning around my brain I climb into bed and drift into an uneasy sleep.