A week later, Malfoy was becoming impossible. He would tail Harry every chance he could and drop surreptitious hints about what had happened. Ron and Hermione would not stop pestering him about what Malfoy was talking about no matter how much he told him he didn't know. Malfoy was starting to make everyday and every lesson a living hell of embarrassment for Harry. The worst one so far had been in Potions (obviously)…

Flashback

Harry was spacing out as usual in potions as Snape was blabbering about something or the other. Harry shifted his eyes from the black board to gaze at Malfoy. Harry was so irritated and embarrassed about the run in with Malfoy that night he hadn't realized that Malfoy had turned around and was looking right at him. Snape waved his hand to indicate that they could start making the potion. Harry quickly turned around to look at Ron, who hadn't been listening either, shrugged helplessly. Malfoy got up and walked to Harry who gulped audibly.

"We are supposed to work in pairs Potter," drawled Malfoy loudly so more than a few people turned around "for heaven sakes! If you paid half as much attention to potions as you paid to my wand you might actually find that you like it half as much as you like my wand."

Everyone was looking confused at Malfoy's statement, especially Ron and Hermione. They turned around to look at Harry only to find an empty chair. Draco smirked while heading to Professor Snape's desk to tell him that, unfortunately, his partner had fled the room…

End flashback

Harry had just finished his detention with Snape because of that incident and was making his way up to Gryffindor tower for a good nights sleep when who did he run into but the very last person he wanted to see in a million years. Malfoy was grinning at him in such a sexy way that Harry didn't know if he should kiss him or punch him. If he didn't look so hunky in his school uniform with his shirt un-tucked and his tie loosened around his neck. He could almost see that milky white chest and stomach muscles to die fo… Harry snapped out of it. He decided to just walk past him but was blocked by Malfoy.

"Hey there Potter" chuckled Malfoy "so how was detention?"

"Shut it Malfoy" snarled Harry.

He once again tried to walk past Malfoy but again was denied.

"What do you want Draco?" sighed Harry. He really had had about enough of this stupid fighting and teasing. He was really tired because of that detention and he really wanted to go to bed. Malfoy looked dumbstruck. Had Potter just called him what he think he called him? Harry took his silence to mean that he didn't really want anything and started to walk past him again but was once again denied. Not that Malfoy had meant to do it. His feet just seemed to have moved automatically, his brain still not fully registering what Harry had called him. But it did eventually register.

"You called me Draco" he sneered though not a maliciously as he had hoped. Harry noticed that Malfoy had a pink tinge on his cheeks. Malfoy was blushing. Why? It wasn't that hot inside the castle and he hadn't been blushing a few minutes before. In fact, he had started blushing when Harry had used his first name…Then something clicked in Harry's head. He grinned. Oh pay back was going to sweet!

"Is something wrong Draco?"

Malfoy jumped at the use of his first name again. Deciding it was childish to be embarrassed about Harry bloody Potter using his first name he drew out his wand and pointed it a few inches from Harry's face. He smirked when he saw surprise flash across Harry's face. It was too bad that he didn't catch the other emotion that flashed through his eyes just a moment afterwards.

"This is just so you don't get mixed up again Potter" he laughed "aren't I nice? Unless I destroyed any fantasies of yo-"

Draco stopped mid sentence as he saw what Harry was doing. A look of pure lust had taken over his innocent features and Draco felt something near his stomach twitch. This wasn't good. Harry took a step forward so his face was almost directly in front of Draco's drawn wand. Harry looked from Draco to his wand. God his eyes were so beautiful when they were like that. Draco felt blood rushing into his face as he became more and more flustered the deeper he looked into those gorgeous green eyes. The Harry did something Draco would remember every night in bed for at least a fortnight. He tilted his head up so that his lips were almost touching Draco's wand, his cute pink tongue was poking out, and it was so close, just a few more millimeters. Draco ran for it, his had covering his nose, now streaming with blood. He had never in his life seen anything that erotic, never ever. As soon as Draco was gone Harry hummed to himself and continued to climb his way back to Gryffindor tower. Oh yes he thought revenge was sweet!