TADA!

Finally the weekend was here!!! Saturday, one glorious word to make anyone jump for joy. And not to mention, today would have been another perfect day, Sunny with just a bit of gust of wind, BUT unfortunately Harry had homework. His appearance was gloomy to everyone who bothered to cheer him up. Hermione merely scolded at him rather than taking pity. Such as: 'You should've done it during the week instead of slacking off.' AND 'It's your own fault, you had time for other things why didn't you have time for your homework?'. Harry knew she was right but he didn't want her to know she was, so he just ignored her and continued to finish his massive pile of papers, for Potions (with that jerkass Snape), Astronomy, Divination (with that nutcase Trelawney), Transfiguration, and History of Magic (the dullest subject ever).

Just because they were in the fifth year now and were going to take their O.W.L's doesn't mean they have to leave them so much work. Wasn't it bad enough to live through the classes? Harry was slightly mad at the teachers and felt angsty enough not to do his work. But unfortunately again, he had a conscience, and he sighed. He lay on his tummy on the floor in front of the Gryffindor common room fire, scattered papers and books all around him. The room quiet as a mouse, except for the usual muttering from people passing saying he's a nut and Dumbeldore as well. But the majority of people in Gryffindor were outside or somewhere else, enjoying their day. He only sighed again and let out a groan.

But how can he concentrate on a day like today?!! It was ridiculus! He rested his chin on his fist and spaced out into the small ashes that drifted about, coming from the hearth.

He hadn't seen Ron all day...where could he have gone? He wasn't with Hermione when she nagged him. He didn't even see him when he got out of bed. He wondered what was wrong with him, after that little fit he had the other night. He had been acting strange for a while now. Harry's mind wandered now over to Draco and that dream he'd had. It was only natural. Harry had not seen the (smexy) blond since that afternoon. And that had been a long time ago, it was near October already.

Harry wondered if..they-they were..Harry hesitated to think he and Draco were together. Harry shook his head, "Nonsense" he said, "Nonesense" It was just a couple of stolen kisses driven by crazy teenage hormones. He nodded agreeing with himself smiling broadly with uncertainty. "They were just kisses" Harry thought aloud. "Just kisses..."

Kisses that turned his world upsidedown. Kisses that pleased his every wanting need. Kisses that were silky soft to the first touch of his lips. Kisses that haunt him in every corner of his mind. Cursed kisses that always left him wanting more. Cursed kisses that he knew could only be brought by Draco.

Goosebumps ran all over his body making him gasp sharply. His usual melting feeling ran through him as it usualy did whenever he thought of the Malfoy or was near him.

But deep down Harry also had a doubt he and Draco would ever have a chance. He just felt he still ought to give it a chance, if he was willing to. What choice did Harry have. He couldn't ignore what he flet even if he didn't want to. But then he began to wonder...if it was true..if Narcissa wasn't his real mother...why was-

"Harry ?" Neville called. Harry snapped out of it.

"Are you okay?" Neville asked looking at the glossy-eyed Harry.

It took Harry's brain a bit to process what was going on and answered, "Um..Yeah Neville, I'm fine." And gave him a smile. Neville smiled back and left through the portrait hole of the Fat Lady wearing her silk pink dress. Harry still couldn't help but feeling sad for Neville. His parents didn't deserve their fate, and neither did Neville deserve it.

Harry had been in his mind all night and day. The damn "Boy-Who-Lived" was getting to him. Draco too, had stayed indoors alone that day. He was exhausted from last night. As he already predicted, he didn't get any sleep and was hoping to get some today. But Harry contaminated his attempt to sleep. He sort of missed teasing Harry. Or maybe in general, he just missed Harry. "But why? I'm not even with-it's not like I love the bloke!" he muttered angrily. The thought rattled him. And his hands were twitching. Him love? Most unlikely. He wouldn't allow himself to. He shook his head and raised himself up from bed, bare chested, to his writer's desk once again.

"Accio, A.S!" he called out with a quick swish from his wand. His Journal/Diary, 'A.S', came onto his desk and set itself open, ready for Draco.

He began to write and as he did he couldn't stop himself from thinking the word: Love.

But he couldn't possibly love...he raised himself not to. If he was never loved, why should he ever love someone in return?

Halloween eve was here and everyone was buzzing about the feast of tomorrow. When the bell'd rang everyone rushed about leaving to their destinations. It was lunch time and Harry had just left class with Ron, then when Ron said he'd catch up, Harry walked alone until,

"Harry, Harry!!" A bushy haired girl yelled as she skidded through the maze of people in a stuffed corrider.

Harry stopped and looked back to see it was Hermione with her side-bag bouncing as she ran towards him.

"Harry!"she said gasping for air as she stopped in front of him. Harry took hold of her shoulders, "Hermione calm down." She took three deep breaths and exhaled as Harry gave her a queer look.

"Umbridge!" she said with a smile on her face. Harry let go of her now, not believing what Hermione just did.

"Did you just say Umbridge's name with a smile?" Harry exclaimed. Hermione still held her smile and cut him off.

"Oh Harry, I couldn't wait to tell you, Umbridge is gone! She disappeared and they don't know where!" she squealed. Harry looked like he just saw a ghost. He couldn't...Umbridge gone?

"Where's Ron at?"she asked. Clearly she wanted to see Ron more than Harry, and blushed a bit as she saw his red hair in the distance coming towards them.

"Ron!"she waved over.

"What's up?" he said looking at Harry's stunned face and back at Hermione's excited one.

"Umbridge is gone!!" she squealed again.

Ron got the same expression Harry had on his face.

"What? She's gone? Did she get chucked out by Dumbledore?"

"No, she just disappeared. Who do you think's going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts now?"

But Ron looked over towards Harry who'd just stood there looking away from them not even aware of their conversation.

Harry had just seen Draco pass by and had the strongest urge to go to him and lock him and himself in a classroom.

"Harry?" Ron said waving his hand past Harry's view.

'No I won't go to him..NO!' Harry was fighting a battle within his mind, wanting to go but not wanting to go.

"I got to go." he said quickly and left before he knew what he was doing.

Hermione and Ron just stood aghast at Harry.

"Did he just ditch us?" Ron asked.

"Yes, Ron, he did."

They turned and left towards the Great Hall seeing as Ron was already starving.

Harry had left Ron and Hermione and didn't even realize it until he noticed his legs were moving. He saw Malfoy's shining blond hair and knew he wasn't going to attend lunch. He followed him closely but stayed behind still unsure what to do. But when the crowds began to thin drastically he realized Malfoy was walking alone. Should he run up to him or should he just leave him alone? he thought. But when Malfoy came to a halt in the middle of a deserted corridor Harry had a jolt of panic run through him.

'Damn! I should've brought the cloak!' he thought as he saw no way out of the situation.

"Well Harry what is it you want from me today?" Malfoy said.

Harry flinched and tried to supress a blush coming on. He saw Draco slowly turning towards him.

"Well?" He said shoving his hands into his pockets.

"H-how..did..you..know..it..was..me?" Harry whispered slowly as Draco walked every word towards him.

He gazed down at Harry who began to look away, unable to bear looking at Malfoy.

"Harry look at me" he said as a mischievous smile crept on his face. He knew Harry couldn't look at him, he just found it amusing.

"I can't." he whispered again with regret in his voice.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him in. "I know" he said with glee.

He could feel Harry tense up as if he was swelling with anger. But he simply kissed Harry's temple.

"I saw you in the corner of my eye everytime I looked behind me. So what, are you settling on stalking me now?"

Harry whipped his head up to look at him at him, "No! Like I'd ever stalk you." he huffed still looking at Malfoy.

Harry could not deny he enjoyed looking at Draco, nor could he deny he liked arguing with him and proving him wrong.

"So then why were you following me?" he'd asked staring into his eyes.

Harry began to flush madly and looked down at himself. "I-I..wanted to see..you.." he said flushing even more.

This surprised the Malfoy, but nonetheless it warmed him up. 'So Harry had been missing me too.' he thought. He couldn't help to bring Harry in even more, nearly suffocating him as he embraced him tightly around his arms. Harry tried to push him off but he wouldn't budge. He looked up to see Draco smiling contently with his eyes closed, resting his head on his. This view of Draco made Harry want to kiss him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. 'Courage Harry! You fought Lord Voldemort and his nipple and yet you can't even kiss Malfoy?!!' He wet his lips eyes still locked on Draco's smiling face. 'I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it.' he chanted within. He closed his eyes and detached his head from Draco's. But instead of Harry making the "move" it was Draco's lips that pressed down onto his. He opened his eyes as the kiss lingered and saw the Malfoy staring back at him slightly blushing.

Harry wanted to back away but it was as if Draco knew what he was thinking. The moment he thought of getting away, Draco held him even tighter. There was no way of moving as Harry's arms were being pressed against his chest and Draco's locked around his. Draco stuck his tongue caressingly in through between Harry's lips. The moment they touched, Harry's began to respond. Harry shut his eyes, 'Hadn't I wanted this?' he thought trying to relax himslef. But Draco, it seemed Draco wanted more than just a kiss. He released his right arm from restraining Harry, still clutching him with his left, and began to move his chilling hand down Harry's side inward into his robes, under his shirt and over his stomach, and unable to resist, stopped to poke his belly button with his forefinger, and down onto the top of his belt. He began to fiddle with the buckle and heard and felt Harry shiver a moan.

Hesitantly, Draco retrieved his tongue back and gasped for air. "Harry?"he asked quietly, watching the other boy under him flush, clutching onto his robes unwillingly. Draco still hadn't shifted his position. He still remained with one arm holding Harry and the other on Harry's belt.

"Harry?" he asked again trying to snap Harry out of it.

"Harry?" he asked again trying to snap Harry out of it. It seemed Harry was in shock. He stared endlessly into the threads of Draco's robes. Eyes opened wide, seeing the pattern weave in and out in and out in and out.

"Harry?" he heard echo vaugely. Harry was indeed shocked. 'What does he want from me?' he thought in panic, still staring. This was like the first erotic dream he'd had of Malfoy all over, except this was nicer...in a way... He didn't know what to do, what could he do?, he hasn't had any experiance!! 'D-does Draco want...sex?' He felt the soles of his palms begin to sweat and his heart bagan to pump faster, feeling every blood cell flow through his body.

"Harry, are you okay?" His abrupt voice caused Harry goosebumps to run up his back, arching, pressing himself even more onto Draco. Harry was seriously glowing now standing in comparison to Malfoy. And to top it off this wasn't a dream he could wake up from. This was a living nightmare.

"Harry do you want me to go on?" Draco asked watching Harry's expressions change rapidly. Harry looked up at him, unable to understand. 'What is he-Go on?-his hand is still-'

"NO!" he shout louder than he meant to, and pushed himself off the unsuspecting blond. He heard ringing in his ears, his voice still bouncing off the walls. He looked away and began to walk away quickly, wanting nothing more than to get away from this embarrassing moment. Then he heard Draco cry out a spell. And Harry felt as if an electric shock ran all over through his body. He fell at least two feet away onto his front.

"What the HELL was that for?!?!" Harry cried, trying to raise himself up by his elbows first.

"Oh, just for fun." He said in a casual tone." Why the hell did you think I did it?!" his voice now rising.

Harry let himself drop onto the stoney cold floor. He deserved this, for acting like a complete idiot! "Sorry" he whispered so only he could hear.

"I'm sorry, what? Speak up!" Unfortunately Draco heard Harry mumble.

"I'm Sorry" he'd said louder. "But shouldn't you also be apologizing to me?" Harry said talking to the floor.

"And why should I apologize?"

"You just attacked me, what do you mean why should you apologize?!"

Draco was thinking this over now. He supposed he had overexaggerated. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

Harry felt Draco roll his eyes behind his back, he wasn't sure but he felt something. Then he heard his footsteps coming towards him. And then Draco's hand on his. When he looked aside of him he saw Draco squating next to him offering him a hand up. But Harry just stared at it. So he quickly rolled Harry on his back, put his arms under Harry and picked him up bride-style. Harry just gasped sharply at being rolled, and lifted up into Malfoy's arms.

Harry only wished he could've disappeared or even passed out there in his arms, either would've been fine. But then Draco swooped down onto Harry and kissed him lightly.

"Put me down!" Harry said struggling to free himself from the Slytherin's grasp. He noticed he always got caught in these types of situations where Draco ended up being more dominant and him always being restrained.

"No." he said childishly, giving Harry an eskimo kiss.. He saw the brunette turn to flush again, and he knew he would never tire of that. Harry turned to stare at him sternely, and after a few moments Draco gave up.

"Fine, you're no fun." he sighed depressingly. Draco heard Harry mutter something that sounded like, "No fun-show you-one of these days." and couldn't stop himself from smiling softly.

"Harry, what are you doing tomorrow?" he asked casually. Harry gazed at him with big green luxurious eyes of an innocent, and how Draco secretly wanted to take that away more than anything. He was sure Harry had yet to experiance intercourse with a man. He thought himself malicious. Even an evil laughter rang in his mind making him smirk more than smile.

"What'dyou mean?" Hary asked, still examining the sinister look on Draco's face.

"Well tomorrow's Halloween isn't it?"

Harry nodded still ignorant of what Draco was trying to ask.

"I'm asking if you want to do you want to do something with me tomorrow for Halloween, you broomhead." With that he crossed his arms and waited for a response.

"I-where?" Harry asked well aware of his racing pulse.

"My room, where else?...Unless you want to sneak into Hogsmead?" Draco raised his eyebrow evily.

Harry was pinned into a corner. Go with him into his room chances were Draco would finish the job he started today. Sneak into Hogsmead and be likely to be expelled. And he did promise the Order and Sirius he'd at least try to stay out of trouble. Deny him and Draco might not speak with him anymore. But he did want to go, but he...

His options swirled in circles above him. It was driving him mad! His head felt like spliting open.

"Okay." Harry said abruptly.

This brought the Slytherin a smile once again.

"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow evening." He kissed Harry once more and left him standing alone.

Minutes later after Draco's footsteps had gone, Harry had still not moved.

"What have I done...?" he muttered mindlessly.

Halloween Day and Harry was nervous as hell. He seemed anxious since the moment he woke up after only three hours of sleep. He had had a restless night mixed with unbearable embarrassing thoughts and small dozed-off dreams.

And finally the moment he had been dreading since the moment Draco had left him standing in the corridor, came. Before he left to dinner he saw Malfoy nodding him over.

'Now?' Harry thought. But only obeyed and left after Draco.

He followed into the dungeons and stopped, waiting for Harry to come to him.

Harry saw him leaning against the wall waiting patiently for him, eyes on his, with every step he took towards him.

Harry saw lust in his cold blue-gray eyes but he always had that look...or maybe it was his sinister look..Harry groaned mentally. 'They all look the same!' he thought to himself in desperation.

"I thought we were going to go to your room." Harry said when he reached Draco.

Draco didn't moved but simply yawned and in an instant he fell into through the wall he'd leaned onto.

Harry gasped in horror and reacted rapidly without thinking grasping Draco's wrist before he fell completley through; but he couldn't pull him back. He was being sucked in as well along with him. What the hell was going on?! He felt the oddest sensation as if he were passing in through a mist made of Dementors. It was pitch black and chilling to the bone. He mindlessly tried reaching out for something to hold on to though he knew there wouldn't. All he could hold onto was the Malfoy's wrist. And finally after passing through what seemed an endless wall, they finally got to the other side. They both fell on their fronts on Draco's stoney Prefect room cold floor, Harry still clutching onto Draco as if they were about to sink into the floor.

Harry's heart was beating madly, he was prepared to see his heart burst out through his chest and see it lying on the floor in front of him. Only then he heard Malfoy laugh at his reaction.

"Do you mind?" he asked glancing at Harry and back at his wrist.

"Yes" Harry answered too quickly, obviously still ill-tempered at Draco for laughing at him.

"Harry, look at me." he whispered.

Harry didn't want to but he couldn't help but to obey. He looked up to his adored blond one.

"It's not fair.."Harry whispered looking downheartedly into Draco's eyes.

Draco lay there perplexed next to Harry.

Several seconds passed until finally Draco spoke,"What on Earth are you on about Harry?"

Harry willingly let go of Draco's wrist and sat up.

"I don't know!" he turned to look at him, but only managed to look at his chin, as always.

Draco sighed, stood up and helped Harry up as well.

Harry stood there 'Since when did Prefects get their own rooms?' he thought. He looked all around finally aware of his surroundings. His eyes were wide with shock. It was exactly like the room he'd dremt about. The same ivory and black curtains covering the tall wide windows..."It's real?" he whispered. He looked away to turn to see the fireplace was there across the bed..the bed, it was dressed in a bloody red color..He turned again and there was a desk..he didn't remember the desk..And not too far from where he now paced himself as he walked over to small table for two. Lit jack o' lanterns sat in the middle with a couple of treats scattered around them. Plates elegantly adorned with Halloween designs. Goblets, one in green and silver, the other in red and gold.

"What's real, you wierdo?" Draco asked.

"Nothing. You wouldn't believe me." Harry began to snicker and then laugh. This whole time, Malfoy just wanted to have dinner. And here Harry was freaking out all day and night about Malfoy trying to-

"Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing."

"Okay that's getting annoying. Tell me." He said walking towards the table across from Harry.

"I don't want to. I'll tell you later."

"Oh, that's nice. You'll probably just forget."

"No, I wont. I promise."

And so they sat and ate and laughed and talked like normal human beings. It was nice for both of them, this change. It was possible for them to get along.

"Since when do prefects get their own extravagant room?" Harry asked giggling from another topic they had talked about.

"Have you seen the bathrooms?"

"In fact I have."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"And you're calling this," He raised his arms, "extravagant?"

"Fancier than the regular dorms." Harry stated.

"Fancy? Wow, you really need to go inside a rich person's home."

"Sorry I wasn't raised into a spoiled brat."

"I'm not spoiled!"

"The hell you're not!"

"I'll admit I'm a brat, but I'm not spoiled. I have to ask for everything, it all just doesn't fall into my lap."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"So are you going to tell me? It's been bugging me all night."

"What?"

"I knew you were going to forget."

"Oh, that." Harry blushed. 'Damn, he remembered.'

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you promised."

Harry shoved his hands onto his face. "I really don't want to."

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A/N: This is no way to end a ch. but I figured it's long enough. :P