Harry's head hit the floor hard. He dare not open his eyes, scared of what he would find. He heard a grunt from his left, and then a voice.

"OW! What the- Potter?"

Harry opened his eyes quickly and sat up. He knew that voice…yes, he was right. There he was, right there. He was sitting right there…

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

"I was actually hoping you could answer that for me. Put some clothes on, will you, Potter?"

Harry was still only wearing his boxers. Unfortunately, he didn't hear Malfoy's comment.

"What happened? Where are we?...Where's Lily?"

"Lily? What do you mean Lily?" Draco asked skeptically.

"I was just with her…we were eating breakfast and-"

"You were eating breakfast with her in your boxers? Why were you eating break-"

Harry didn't say anything. He wasn't about to tell Malfoy. He pressed his back against the wall behind him quickly, hoping Malfoy wouldn't see it. It would only cause more trouble. Draco was smarter than that, however. He got up.

"Stay away from me…" Harry warned, but it was no use. Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the wall. He looked at the marks on his back. As he realized what they were, his eyes widened with anger.

"ARE YOU SCREWING MY GIRLFRIEND!" He yelled.

"No! I'm screwing my girlfriend…"

Draco pushed Harry away. Harry quickly jumped up and turned to face Draco.

"Lily is mine, okay?" Draco said angrily.

"You own her now?"

"Just…back off!"

"No, YOU back off!" Harry started raising his voice.

"Why would you want someone like her anyway!" Draco said, joining the game with his tone rising.

"I could ask you the same thing!"

"SHE'S A SLYTHERIN!"

"SHE'S A MUGGLE-BORN!"

The two boys went silent. They stared at each other, embarrassed and awkward. They both realized what they have done. Harry sat down on the floor again and started thinking.

"Now, last thing I remember before this, " He said quietly, trying to change the subject, "I was with Lily-"

"Me too." Draco said, sitting as well, "Except about 3 days ago. Which apparently gives you plenty of time to-"

"Listen!" Harry said quickly, "Obviously…Lily did something to the both of us since we were both with her last. So far, I don't like it, but as long as we are stuck here together, can we not argue?"

Draco stared at Harry, looking him up and down. "Easy for you to say! You're the one who-" He paused as he noticed Harry's glare. "Fine…" He said after a while, "but don't think it's 'cause I like you, Potter!"

"I never did. So what's here, anyway?" Harry looked around the room he was in for the first time. It was partially dark. Harry couldn't spot where light was coming from since there were no windows, cracks, or any other openings. The room was just walls, a floor, and a ceiling. All these were black and ugly which made the room feel even smaller than it was. There was no apparent exit anywhere.

Draco didn't answer the question he was asked. He leaned back and was too busy thinking about what Harry said. '…Lily did something to the both of us…' Well, he remembered what the last thing that happened with her was. He told her he loved her. If that is what she did to him than…is Potter in love with her, too? The thought seemed absurd to Draco…him and Potter loving the same person? Absolutely absurd…

Draco didn't have much more time to think about this. The wall opposite him started moving. It slid sideways, opening into a different room. Harry and Draco stood up. There was a tall, dark figure in the newly formed exit. Draco squinted, trying to see who it was. A second before he remembered where he has seen this figure before and fear spread throughout his body, he felt Harry move next to him and heard him whisper under his breath.

"Voldemort!"


AN: Okay...this is where it stats getting REALLY complicated so please bare with me! The next chapter is extremely long and has a lot of information in it so it's gonna take me a while to type. Thank god i already have it written down, eh? Review, please! (unless you want to say that it's a mary-sue. its NOT! so keep it to urself until you know better of this story.)