Aye, what to do. Should I jump him, or let him make the first move? Maybe I shouldn't do anything and just see how it goes. This is actually a lot of work Snape gave us to do.

"Potter, are you going to do something, or are you just going to stare into nothingness all night?" What, so I was distracted for a second. Give me a break.

'Potter, we have to keep busy or I'll end up shagging you into the floor, and it's not a very comfortable floor.'

Fine, fine, I'll start working. Where's the bucket with the scrubber? Is this water clean? I'd rather not find out.

Scrubbing is quite boring work. Wouldn't it be more fun to talk a bit? Then I could at least find out more of what he's thinking.

"Malfoy, I'm bored."

"I don't give a fuck, Potter. Keep cleaning." Bossy, aren't we?

'Don't talk to me Potter. I need to not concentrate on you.' But I want you to pay attention to me.

"Aren't you bored though? Couldn't we talk or something to pass the time quicker?"

"Are you daft, Potter? Stop talking to me." Well, we could do something more than talk...

'Stop Potter, you're driving me crazy over here. You look so good in that tight black shirt. Where was that hiding all those years?' Oh, it was just something I found while searching through my collection of rare furs and leathers...are you kidding me? I never had this before.

"Come on, Malfoy. Tell me something about yourself."

"We are not going to 'bond' Potter, so stop trying." I don't want to bond, I want to talk.

'God, stop it Potter! I can't take being stuck in a room with you and not be able to touch you.' Come on! Give me something here! You want to shag me, but you won't admit it, and you won't even talk to me either!

"I'm just trying to stave off the boredom, Malfoy." I hope I at least sound scornful.

"Prat." He just muttered that I was a prat, prat! I'm just trying to have some fun here. Give a guy a break.

"Evil git." There, something just as mean to say back.

'Potter, you are so dumb. I wish you could see through this facade. Unfortunately you can't. I was hoping maybe the mudblood would tell you, but I guess not.' Oh, she told me, only under duress though.

"Get back to work, Potter."

"No." I don't want to, not unless you tell me.

"What did you say?" He sounds angry.

"You heard me." Yeah, that's right.

"Fuck you, Potter! We're never going to get out of here if you don't finish!" I'll start if you talk to me.

"Just tell me something about yourself Malfoy, and I'll start working again."

'Bastard, using blackmail. That's my thing!' Well, I stole it. Now tell me something.

"I hate you, Potter. Fine, if you want something...I..." 'Okay, what to tell him...I love him? Too obvious and dangerous. I don't hate muggles? No. Does he know that I'm gay? Of course he does. Umm...My favorite color? No, too stupid. Wow, this is hard.'

"Come on, Malfoy." Hurry up, I'd like to know a secret. Some of those I didn't know. I thought he always hated muggles. Maybe he's changed, although he never did say that he directly hated muggles, just muggle-borns.

"Alright, alright. I don't live at home anymore." What? That's news to me.

"Why not?"

"There's nothing there for me. Father's in Azkaban and mother went crazy. It's awfully big for just me. I sold it and moved further out to the country." 'Why did I just tell him all that?'

Wow, I didn't think he would ever leave Malfoy Manner.

"Hmm." I don't really have anything to say on the subject.

"Well, Potter, now it's your turn. Tell me something." What? I didn't see that side of the conversation. What do I tell him? Something he doesn't know...well, there's a lot of that. Wait! I see a perfect opportunity here! Why didn't I see it before?

"Well, Draco," a pause for dramatic effect.

'Did he just call me Draco?' Yes, I did. Now onto my plan.

"You have grown into quite a specimen." Whoa, cool. His jaw just about hit the floor.

'What the hell?'

"I can't hold it back any longer," He looks so confused and a little afraid right about now. Well, I am moving closer. He's kind of backing up into the desk. Oops, he just hit it and fell backwards on to it. Now he's sitting on the desk, trying to scoot back further, but there's no where to go... "I've had a crush on you for a while now."

Okay, so it's not quite the entire truth, but I admit I do like him now.

'Oh my fucking God. Did he just say what I think he did? He's awfully close now. I can't go back any further. Shit, Potter, you are gorgeous up close. No, focus Draco! Don't let him do this to you. Control yourself, control yourself!'

If you let go a teensy bit, we could both be happy.

"You're delusional, Potter." He sounds so sincere, but I know he doesn't mean it.

"Draco,"

'There he goes using my first name again.'

"I can tell you like me." So I know, what's the difference?

"I do not. You are crazy. You're just doing this so I'll do your half of the work. Well, you're out of luck, Potter." Well, kind of, but not entirely. I actually do like you, I just need to convince you.

"No, really." I do, I really do!

'What if he isn't lying? What if he really means it? Is that a good thing? I'm not sure...' Of course it's a good thing! What are you? Daft?

"I don't have time for this, Potter. Just finish cleaning." Oh, come one. I was sure that would work. And I wasn't really lying either. He is awfully good-looking.

But you know, he's stuck. He has nowhere to go. It's not like the door's going to unlock itself any time soon, not to mention the fact that he's pressed against the wall, looking absolutely terrified, though he's trying to hide it.

"Maybe I don't want to finish cleaning." Yeah, maybe I don't. What do you say to that?

'What? Oh no, will this night never end? Why is he coming on to me so strong? Nooo, I want you so bad, but I can't.' I don't understand why you can't.

"Stop, Potter." What? I was just coming a little closer. What is so wrong about this? I know he wants it. I want it!

"Oh, come on, Draco. Are you telling me you don't want me?" Reverse psychology, works every time.

"No!" 'Yes.'

Your thoughts are deceiving you, Draco.

"Well, looks like you are out of luck 'cause I want you." I've never been this forward in my entire life.

'Is he fucking serious? God, you don't know how long I've wanted you to say that, Potter.'

Well, I'd say I have a pretty good idea, now what do you say to that?

"You are crazy, Potter." Why is he still denying it?

"Crazy for you." Ugh, that sounded really stupid and incredibly cliché.

"I can't believe you would go this far just to get out of cleaning, Potter. You seriously need help." He still doesn't believe me! What can I do to convince him?

"It's not a trick."

'Right, like I believe that. Potter, you are just about the worst liar in the world. I wish it was true though...' Why can't he accept that it might be true?

"I don't believe you Potter." That was obvious.

"Why not?" Yeah, what is it that makes you automatically suspicious?

"Why not?" Don't sound so skeptical, it's a bit degrading. "Because Potter I don't trust you. For one, you are a Gryffindor. Two, you are my enemy, are you not? And thirdly because how do I know this isn't some kind of twisted plot you and the Weasel have come up with designed to humiliate me? Not that the Weasel is smart enough to come up with this. You must have asked Granger."

Hey, Ron could have thought this up! Okay, maybe not, but I wouldn't have asked Hermione to help. She would have gotten all mushy and rambled about how love is a many-splendored thing...or whatever that song is.

Although she is the one who told me about you anyway, though I did have some kind of idea in the first place.

"That's not what this is, Malfoy." And we're back to the last name business.

"Oh really? Then what is it, per say?" I don't want to fuck with your mind, I just want to fuck you. Get it? I don't think he does.

"Don't you get it, Malfoy?"

"No, I don't. So explain it to me, Potter."

'I'd like to know how your deranged mind works, Potter, so tell me.'

I'm not deranged. I'm just trying to get you to understand what I'm saying! Evidently it's not working.

"I. Like. You." Get it now? I still don't think he believes me.

"Right, Potter, and I'm a pink fairy with wings sprouting out of my back." Well you could be, let me see. No! Don't distract me! How can I convince him?

'Is he actually wondering if I'm a fairy? He is so stupid and so cute.' Make up your mind! I have to find a way to make him realize I'm telling the truth!

Wait! I have the perfect thing. Hopefully it will turn out better than the last time I tried.

'What the fuck? He's kissing me, again!'

A/N: Didja like? I'm leaving for Spring Break and won't be back for a week. Please leave some pretty reviews for my return if you'd like!