Chapter Two:

Crabbe and Goyle lurched through the hallways, occasionally shoving each other or popping a pumpkin pasty into their great mouths.
"Now why'd Draco say we gotta do this?"
"Why does he ever say we gotta do anything?" Crabbe considered this before shrugging and unwrapping a hard candy.
"He been awful cranky lately."
"I think," Goyle lowered his voice. "I think he's got an eye on that Hermione. Why else would he send us to lock her in a closet!" Crabbe looked disgusted.
"Wait so he's gonna-" They both stopped and looked at each other.
"Nahhh..." They marched on.

Hermione trudged down the hallway, staring down glumly at the floor. She sighed and hitched up the slipping books in her arms. She looked as though she was lost in deep thought, as usual.

She collided sharply, dropping her books. "Oh! Sorry I-" It was then she realized who she was talking to. She frowned and sniffed, choosing to ignore them as she bent to pick up her books.
"Why don't you watch where you're going next time, mud-blood?" Again, they received a cold shoulder. They looked at each other, shrugged, and lunged.
"GET OFF! GET OFF ME!" Hermione punched the air as Crabbe came behind her, wrapping his great arms around her stomach. "Get off! I'm serious!"
"So are we!" And with that Goyle swung one of Hermione's books straight into her face. She lay limp in Crabbe's arms, who smiled wickedly. "We did it!" Crabbe nodded. "Right then, I'll open that door."

Crabbe and Goyle had stuffed Hermione into a closet, her precious books following.
"That was bloody easy." Crabbe said with a laugh. "So... you think...?"
"What? That Draco'll come 'round...?" Crabbe's silence was enough. "So... you think we should...?"
"Wait? Yeah, let's see what Draco does." Goyle grimaced and Crabbe went on. "Not that he will! I mean... it's a mud-blood. He wouldn't- would he?"
"I don't know, Crabbe. I don't know."

The two boys hunkered down behind a statue where they sat waiting for Draco.

Yet if these boys had instead went back to the Slytherin common room, they might've instead seen Draco donning a skirt.
Draco smiled at his reflection. It was a Hogwart's uniform, just the girl's version. He was wearing sneakers and long socks, a skirt a little shorter than usual but it would do, and a robe.
He pulled out the vial filled with a thick, sour liquid. "Bottoms up!" He closed his eyes before downing it, then groaned and let it slip through his fingers. "Shit..." He slumped down against the mirror, clutching his stomach. Immense pain tore through his stomach. He shut his eyes tightly, breathing deeply. When most of the pain had subsided, he pulled himself up, stumbling backward.

"It worked. I did it! I'm-"

"Hermione! Where's Hermione?"
"Why, what's up Ron?"
"She's uh... supposed to help me with a paper! She said she'd be here..."
"In the boy's dormitory?" Ron blushed.
"C'mon we're old enough! We're not in second year any more."
"I think that's the point, Ron." But Harry sighed and stood up. "Alright, let's split up. You say she's been gone almost half the day?" Ron nodded. "Yeah... 'Mione usually doesn't just ditch like this. She'd at least send Ginny to tell us she wouldn't be coming..." He ruffled his already messed up hair. "Ok I'll take the upper corridors."
"Right then."

They split up.

It was then Harry found the note. It had been tucked on the inside of robe. How'd this get in here? He frowned and pulled out the small piece of paper.

"Harry,
Meet me in the prefects bathroom. I've discovered something really interesting. Don't bring anyone, ok?
-Hermione"

Something about it seemed odd. Harry frowned and glanced around. Was this some kind of joke? He sighed before turning around and racing down the hallway. Seriously... something about this isn't right.

Hermione walked quickly, eyes lowered. She played nervously with her thick hair as she walked, frowning as she pulled at it. Finally she stopped, glancing around quickly. You'd better show up, Potter. She tugged open the door before slipping through, straight into the prefect's bathroom.

"Hermione! There you are." Harry let out a sigh. "Where were you? I mean, Ron was looking all over. You're supposed to help him with a paper! And what's this note about? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Lock the door- quick. I've got something to show you!" She ran towards the back of the room, hidden by stalls. Harry frowned before turning back to the door and locking it.
"C'mon Hermione! Fill me in! I mean, you've been acting kind of differently..."
"I have? I mean, yeah, that's what I wanted to talk about!" She shouted from behind the stalls. "Come here- hurry!" Something's not right here...

Harry walked slowly towards the back of the room. What is she up to? A shiver ran up his spine.
"You're rather slow today, Potter!"
"I'm coming, Hermione. But honestly, what could be that important?" Wait a minute... 'Potter'?
"This."

Draco Malfoy stepped out from behind the stall. Harry's eyes grew wide. "What have you done to Hermione?"
"The filthy little mud-blood's safe, don't you worry." He was tossing a vial up into the air and catching it. Up and down. Harry's eyes followed it. "I wouldn't be worried about her anyway." He caught the vial a final time before finally lunging at Harry. Harry caught the wrist that held the vial while Draco attempted to wrestle him to the ground. Finally, Harry's knees buckled and he dropped to the floor, followed by Draco who pinioned him. He pulled out the stopper and smirked. "Now, let's see... I have so much questions for you, Potter." Harry made his last stand. He kicked and flailed beneath him, hitting Draco's arm. The vial went flying, only to smash onto the floor in a brilliant array of shards. Harry smiled triumphantly.
"You're going to wish you hadn't done that Potter. You see, now I have to initiate plan B."
"Get off me you git!"
"Do you always have to be so stubborn, Potter?" Draco lowered himself onto Harry, who cried out in surprise.
"What are you doing?"
"Plan B." His eyes glinted maliciously before he slid a thumb into Harry's mouth. Bite him. Bite him hard. "DAMMIT POTTER!" Draco shook his hand to ward of the pain, eyes lit with anger. Harry struggled but Draco was back, this time one hand wrapped around Harry's wrists. "Behave. Or the mud-blood might just take a hit." He's bluffing. He's bluffing! ... Right? Harry couldn't be sure and Draco's thumb had found its way into his mouth again. "That's it." Malfoy smiled, a different smile, not malicious but not kind either.
"Stop it!" His words were garbled but Draco got the message.
"Stop it!" He mocked before laughing. "Alright. We'll have to do something else then, won't we, Potter?" Harry's eyes grew wide as Draco's face met his.

Draco kissed a pattern down the length of Harry's neck, stopping to nip his ear before moving to his lips. "Stop being difficult..." He muttered. But Harry refused to kiss back, lying limply on the tiles. At this, Draco grew frustrated. Harry let out a cry in surprise.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Draco grinned.
"So that's how I get you." Draco's hand lie against Harry's inner thigh.
"GET OFF ME NOW!" Harry was struggling again but Draco wouldn't have it. He pinned him against the floor, touching him. Harry twisted and breathed heavily, gasping.
"Potter- you're hard!" The delight in his voice couldn't be mistaken.
"You're sick."
"And you're difficult."
"Stop being so smug!"
"I find it very hard not to be smug right now..." His voice was low and his grip was loose. Potter didn't move. "Are you going to stop being so stubborn?" Harry remained silent. Draco hesitated, then allowed his grip to fully loosen. Both hands were against the tile, holding Draco only a centimeter above Harry. "Well, are you?" Harry's hands moved down to rest at his side. He took a deep breath and then-

He wrapped his arms around Draco's backside, shutting his eyes tightly. He pulled him to the floor, lying on top of him.
"Good boy." Draco smiled wickedly. Harry tugged off Draco's shirt as Draco pulled off Harry's. His glasses clattered to the floor in the confusion and both were now shirtless, Harry's arms sliding down his back. Draco was simply smiling, taking it in. "Now the pants." It was then Harry hesitated.
"No!" He pulled away but Draco caught his arm.
"You came this far and you did it on your own. Now finish it!"
"I can't! I won't! You're sick- you're SICK!"
"Fine, I'll do it." Harry's eyes only had a second to widen before Draco pulled him back, pressing his mouth to Harry's.
"Stop!"
"I won't."
"Let me go!"
"Never."

Draco's hand trailed down, grabbing Harry's buckle. After Harry's pants were pulled down, it was Draco's turn. He took off the skirt he had been wearing, smirking the entire time. Harry simply lie on the floor, staring into the vacant ceiling. He felt Draco's skin against him, hot and slick. He could feel Draco's erection against him, felt his own pressing into Draco. He was blushing a shade of crimson that would put the Gryffindor colors to shame and his eyes were slightly blurred.
"Touch me, Potter." Harry shut his eyes. "Potter..." His voice was a warning. There was nothing Harry could do though, as Draco was already pulling Harry's hand down into his pants. Harry gasped as he touched Draco, crying out and twisting his head to the side. His hand curled away from Draco, who put his hand over Harry's. "What's wrong, Potter? Are we being stubborn again? Are we trying to be... something we're not?" At this, Harry opened his eyes. Green against gray. Harry gulped before finally taking back control of his hand. Draco's eyes slid shut and Harry's hand moved fast. Draco gasped and his eyes opened back. "My turn..." He whispered before tugging down the last of Harry's clothing.

"What- wait-!" Harry grunted, crying out. "At least give me a warning!" Draco did nothing but laugh as he finally thrust against Harry, pushing himself inside. Harry was biting his lip, turning it a pale pink color. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and sweat slid down across his eyebrows. Harry cried out, turning his head back and forth, writhing beneath him, trembling. Draco's head was bent and was occasionally grunting, looking much worse. He muscles were taught, back gleaming in sweat. His hair fell forward limply, his breath coming in short gasps. Finally he arched his back just as Harry brought his arms around his neck, pulling his face down against his own.
Draco's body fell onto Harry's weakly, his arms mimicked Harry's and folded themselves around the back of his enemy's neck.

"Well done." He said softly. Harry was still breathing heavily, his head resting on its side, eyes staring blankly at the wall.
"I had a dream..."
"Hm?" Draco pulled away, sitting up and leaving Harry on the floor.
"You told me-" Harry sat up too, his eyes clearing.
"What are you talking about, Potter?" Draco smirked and blew out a puff of air as if to say 'you're acting crazy.' Harry's eyes widened and he looked around. Then his eyes fell on the broken vial, the discarded skirt... the floor where they had lain...

He stood quickly, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on. No time to tug on his shirt- he threw on his robe and unlocked the door. He took a second glance over his shoulder just in time to see Draco standing.

Harry ran.