-CHAPTER FIVE-

Harry was busy leafing through a dusty book titled 'That Damn Lobalug' when he heard Draco calling him. "I've found a whole stack of books," Draco said, "and I think most of them will be useful."

"Ok…I've got a couple," Harry replied, picking up the two ancient tomes and returning to their table.

The boys sat there for several minutes, quietly reading, before Draco flung his book away in disgust. "There's nothing helpful in this stupid book," he muttered sourly.

Suddenly, Madame Pince swooped down on them. "How dare you throw my books about!" she screeched. Draco looked slightly alarmed as Madame Pince; her face reddened with rage, picked up the book and began advancing on him. "Get out! Get out! GET OUT!" she roared, pointing one claw-like finger toward the door.

Draco and Harry didn't have to be told twice. They hastily stowed their quills and parchment in their bags and fled the library.

"Now what are we meant to do?" Draco asked, a slight whine in his voice.

Harry thought quickly "Well, we could go to the Room of Requirement. I'm sure there'd be lots of useful books there."

"Yeah…" Draco said slowly as he thought Harry's suggestion over, "Yeah, alright, let's go there. Good idea Potter," He said as he abruptly turned away from Harry. Harry grinned slightly, Draco's praise echoing in his head.

The two boys made their way to the Room of Requirement, which fortunately was empty.

We need a room where we can do our Potions assignment about Lobalugs, Harry thought as they stood outside the blank wall. Immediately, a door appeared. Harry and Draco looked at each other, then stepped inside.

"Oh, excellent," Harry breathed as he looked around the room.

It was just what he'd wanted. The room was medium-sized, with about two-thirds taken up by tall bookshelves. At one end of the room was a largish table with a stack of parchment in one corner, along with a small pile of quills and a bottle of ink. At the other end of the room was a fireplace – currently unlit – with an assortment of curios on the mantelpiece above it. As Harry looked closer, he saw they were Lobalugs – stuffed, pickled, skeletons…

On the walls of the room were wall-postes depicting things like the life-cycle of the Lobalug, a cross-section of a Lobalug, the mating habits of the Lobalug, plus countless more.

Draco looked impressed "This is perfect!" he exclaimed.

The two boys sat down opposite each other. Harry stretched his legs out and felt his ankles brush against Draco's. He almost gasped as he felt a jolt in the pit of his stomach.

He had to have felt that, Harry thought as he quickly jerked his legs away from Draco's and tucked them firmly under his own seat. Glancing over at Draco, Harry noticed Draco was slightly wide-eyed, and his cheeks were pink.

Oh, calm down, Harry thought to himself as he felt certain parts of his body grow more than a little excited. He couldn't believe that just one touch could have such an effect on him.

Thank-you very much to the people who have left such lovely reviews so far…I certainly wasn't expecting it. This is going to get more M-rated in a few chapters…just a quick warning to those of you who are less-mature or don't like more adult themes!