A/N: I guess it's pretty obvious by now what the pairing will be, but just in case some of you haven't figured it out yet...HPDM, ppls! w00t! BTW, as you can tell from this chapter, I can NOT write sex scenes. If that bugs anyone, then too bad, cuz I don't feel like asking someone else to do it for me. Oh, and Dae Hellion,shhhh! Don't tell everyone!

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Chapter 5: Enemies With Benefits

When Malfoy came in the next day I was still in bed, trying not to watch the clock. He shut the door, turned to look at me, and stopped dead.

"Potter?"

"In the flesh."

As I got out of the bed he stalked forward and shoved me up against the wall. His hands were on either side of my shoulders, and his nose was almost touching mine. He was breathing a little harder than usual.

"Everyone was saying you were dead. I wondered if it was true." He sounded like he had been worried.

"I guess you know now."

He smirked. "I guess I do."

And then he kissed me. Hard. I immediately turned it around so that I was the one pinning him to the wall. He did not seem to mind it that much. It was, after all, a position he had been in many times since September. Ever sinceone very...interesting detention.

"Where have you been?" He asked while I focused on unbuttoning his shirt.

"Around. Stop talking, I can't concentrate."

We got our shirts off with little trouble and moved on to...other things.

It was a very pleasant reunion, to say the least.

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We were still basking in the afterglow when Malfoy sat up and looked at me.

"You look different."

"Really?" My voice was heavy with sarcasm.

"Yes, really. You're pale, your eyes are all sunk in, and you look like you haven't eaten since I last saw you. I other words, you look dead. And you still haven't told me where you were."

"Thank you for your kind observations, Malfoy. I'll make sure to get a tan before I force you to look at me again."

"And you're acting different, too. What happened to you, Potter?"

I rolled my eyes and sat up to look at him. "I died."

He was beyond confused. "Explain."

And I did. I told him the whole story, what there was to tell of it. When I got to Ron and Hermione, he snorted, making a comment about how that was 'just like the weasel'. I swatted him.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

As it turns out, it is very hard to talk when you are being kissed.

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"So, you're dead."

"Yes."

"And I just had sex with you."

"Yes..."

"So, what does that make me?"

"Lucky?"

He threw a punch at me. I ducked. We laughed.

"You'd better leave soon, or Dumbledore will think I've killed you."

He seemed reluctant to leave. "He wouldn't really think that, would he?"

"I have no doubt he is already wondering what is going on. Ron and Hermione only lasted about twenty minutes. You've been here for three hours."

Malfoy grimaced. "Snape'll throw a fit."

"He's the first person who saw me. I had just climbed out of that ghastly marble thing they put me in. He thought I was a student."

Malfoy snickered. "I bet he was surprised."

I smirked. "He took points and tried to give me detention. When he realized it was me he almost fainted."

"I would have liked to see that."

"You take too much joy in the suffering of others."

"That I do." Malfoy stopped for a moment. "I should get going. They'll be missing me."

"Okay."

He left. I laid down and started counting ceiling tiles.