The way his arch nemesis kept looking at him was nothing short of unnerving. Harry could swear that the blonde was so intent on watching him and that nothing else in the room was worth paying attention too. Finally the stares became too much. Harry was used to people staring at him but this was getting out of hand. The Slytherin had done nothing BUT stare at him the whole class. He didn't chop up ingrediants, he hadn't been helping with the potion at all. Irritating little fucker he was. With a low whispering hiss, he spoke to the Malfoy. "What the fuck are you staring at Malfoy?"

Venomous much? It seemed the Gryffindor had his feathers all in a bunch about being looked at. That was strange, Draco seemed to be under the impression that Mr. Potter enjoyed attention. After all, he usually was the topic of dicussion of every issue of the Daily Propher and he was 'The Chosen One" wasn't he? A slow grin made it's way across the pallid boy's face. It was a mocking grin, one to egg on the boy-who-lived. "I really don't know what I was looking at, I suppose I was trying really hard to figure that out." Even the tone he used when talking to Potter was mocking to say the least. Draco was determined to get under the boy's skin, to ruffle him up a bit. After all, he needed some kind of entertainment this year.

The minutes ticked on, turning into a slow two hours before Professor Slughorn stood up and reminded the class that it was time for everyone to be done. "Alright class, let's see how you did, shall we?" The rounded man made his way to each table, inspecting the potion for color, smell, and consistancy. Once he arrived at their table he stopped and smiled. "Let's see how you did my boys." He inspected the concoction carefully, eye balling the light blue steam that arose from the cauldron. "Very good lads. Ten points to Gryffindor and Slytherin." Draco put on his best suck up smile and thanked the professor generously. "Couldn't have done it without Potter, sir. He's brilliant." at those unsual words Harry turned towards his enemy with a look of confusion. "Brilliant? What are you playing at Malfoy?" Such accusing words. The malfoy boy feigned like he was hurt and shocked. "Me? Not at all Potter. See yea." With the raise of his eyebrows he gathered his books and left the classroom.

Harry walked out of the Potions room slowly, waiting for Ron and Hermoine who both gave him instant quizzical looks. "What was that all about mate?" The red headed Weasley boy asked. Harry shrugged, not really giving them much to go on. Ron was not one to let these kinds of things go. "No Harry, what was that all about? Malfoy was actually talking to you and he practically eye balled you the whole class. That's really odd." Now it was Harry's turn to give Ron a look, only it wasn't quizzical. "I don't know Ron, if I knew I would tell you." He snapped, leaving Ron and Hermoine both looking stunned as he walked ahead of them towards the Great Hall.

Draco had walked idly to the Great Hall, his stomach rumbling in response the closer he got to the smell of food wafting from the giant hall. It was lunchtime and it had seemed that the day was flying by. The first day usually drug on but not today. The blond followed a few first years through the door and the smell of delicious food hit him hard. He had barely touched his breakfast and now he was paying for it. A small ache had begun to form in the pit of his stomach. He walked over to the long table that housed the Slytherin students and took a seat beside his friend Blaise. "Hello Blaise." He gave him a polite nod and then returned back to his conversation. He guessed that was that then.

There was a vast array of food spread before him. Just like at home, always a plethora of food that no one person would really need. Draco filled his plate with chicken wings, mashed potatos and gravy, some steak and kidney pie and some treacle fudge. Without much hesistation he began to dig into the food before him. It was tasted delightful. Only once did he look up from his plate and that was when Harry had chosen the moment to join the Gryffindor table for lunch. He looked pissed and Weasley and Granger didn't look too excited to be around him. Good, his plan was working. He was determined to destroy everything in Harry's life. Make him realize that he wasn't the most important person in the world. This was a personal vendetta and he was going to make sure to see it through.

Truth be told, he needed to get Potter alone. Alone he could really mess with the proud lion's mind. Alone he could slowly start to break him. The thought of breaking the-boy-who-lived made him smile something wicked. Pansy must have noticed the smile because she began to speak to him. "Is something funny, Draco?" She looked confused as to why he smiling, as if he had never smiled before in his life. That wasn't true, he just didn't do it often. Besides, it hadn't even been a real smile, it was a scary 'I'm plotting to kill you' smile. "No, not funny Pansy." What he really wanted to say was 'mind your own business you fucking nosy bitch.' but he held his tongue and played the gentleman. Always.

Draco finished eating and left the Great Hall to continue his first day back at Hogwart's. The rest of the day passed in a blur. All he could think of was ways to bring Potter down to his knees. Could Potter fall for his charms? When he needed to be, Draco could be quite the charmer. It usually worked on girls though, he hadn't ever tried it on boys. It was worth a shot. Maybe if he made Potter think that he was in love with him, Harry would humour him? It sounded like something the over inflated ego of a boy would do. He should trick Potter into thinking he was pining over him instead of plotting his overthrowing. Oh yes, that would get him surely.

Classes had finally finished for the day and he found himself swamped with homework. Damn, the first day back and he was already loaded. What he really wanted to do was sit by the fire in the common room and drink copious amounts of fire whiskey that he had smuggled into the dorms. Oh yes, drinking sounded much more appealing than doing homework. Alas he knew that he had to keep up his studies to find himself in a substainable position in the magical community. After all, he had to bare the shame that his father had brough to the Malfoy name.

He trudged slowly down to the dungeons, stopping in front of the picture that blocked the entrance. He said the password softly and was allowed admittence into the vast room. A few students were lounging on the couches already, some in the corners doing their homework quietly. It was only six pm, not even close to bed time. He had all night to do his homework, he needed to go out for a little stroll around the school, maybe go to the library and see who was lurking about. He turned around and left once again.

A few fellow Slytherins said hello to him as he passed through the corridors wandering aimlessly. Maybe he would get lucky and run into Potter in the hallway, pull him into a nearby broom closet and literally fuck the hell out of him. No, that was just wishful thinking. Draco laughed to himself at the thought. He needed to keep his dirty thoughts out of his mind whilst he was in public. Didn't want to get hard in front of everyone now did he?

Merlin how Hogwart's had changed. It seemed like everything was wrong, backwards. Slytherins associating with all the other houses, trying to be friendly, no real concern for blood status on who they let in. It had really gone to the dogs now, although Draco was to the point where he really didn't care anymore. Might as well go with the flow. There was only one person he was concerned about anyway. Oh look, that person actually happened to be walking towards him, his face set in a grimace. This would be the perfect opportunity to play with him a little bit.

"Heya Potter." The drawling voice pulled Harry from his trance-like state. Looking up, a dark frown formed on his face. "Oh it's you. What do you want Malfoy?" Draco only smiled, blocking Potter's path. Each time Harry tried to step around Draco, the boy moved to block his way. It was growing on his nerves. "Honestly, what do you want? I have to go." The exasperation in voice was purely evident. Good, he was getting more and more frustrated. Now time to make a drastic move.

Moving swiftly to catch Harry off gaurd, Draco took him by the shoulders and slammed him with a brute force into the stone wall. It was only an instance before Draco's body was pressed fully against Harry's. They were literally flush against each other. These movements and actions had definitely taken Harry off gaurd. He was trying to stammer out a question. "What..wha..the fuck?" With a roll of his eyes, Draco leaned in really close to Harry's ear. "You asked me what I wanted." A dramatic pause hung in the air for effect "I want you Potter. I want all of you." the words were whispered in a deep, purring voice, lips almost touching the boy's ear lobe. Just as quickly as it started, it ended. Draco pulled away from the discheveled Harry and walked away before Potter could get a word in.

Harry looked around in confusion and complete and utter shock. "What the fuck..." was all he could whisper to himself. What had happened just now? Had Draco Malfoy really told him that he wanted him? No, impossible. "I must be dreaming." At that moment Sir Nicholas chose to pop out of the wall shaking his head. "My dear boy, I do say you aren't dreaming, you are wide awake!" Harry rolled his eyes and took off for the Gryffindor dorms, wondering what the hell had just happened between him and Draco Malfoy.