Snowed In

PART TWO/THREE - The Baiting.

A Harry/Draco romance.

(this ficcy contains male/male relations, so if you don't like it... don't read it!)

Rated PG 13 (will DEFINATELY change to higher rating [possibly R in part 3)

Disclaimer: No own hotties, No sue writer.

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Quick Note: Yeh Yeh I know, I've finally gotten around to part 2. I am really sorry that it's taken this long (I didn't feel inspired & didn't want to do the story an injustice because of it)! Part 3 should come out soon, but please continue with the great feedback/comments/reviews. It's actually because of all the great responses that I felt motivated enough to get this part out now, so please don't stop:)

Sorry about the cliffy - I guess you can consider it my trademark, I can't seem to write a story without one at the end of each part/chapter! Haha!

Lastly, thank you so much to all who reviewed 60 reviews for one part is huge, and I adore you all for it! passes around Draco & Harry Keep them going around:P

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It took a long, drawn out moment for Harry's brain to actually latch on to Malfoy's words, but when it did he felt something like an explosion of butterflies in the pit of his stomach.

"You want more? What do you-- you mean..?'

'What?' Draco regarded him from where he sat with a looking of rising irritation. 'Oh Lord, you actually think that.. no Potter! Gods! No! What on earth would make you think that--! Is this the humidity getting to you or are you really that naive??' Harry felt the heat rising to his face.

'Shut up, how am I ment to know what you're on about anyway?!' he grumbled, 'not much of anything that you say makes sense!'

'I merely meant that I want more then any friendship with YOU could provide. You're just not up to my standards,' the Slytherin smirked in a smug fashion, '..and as for my eloquence - and your failure to comprehend it - that's just another standard of mine you could never live up to.'

'Whatever.' It was a lame response to be sure, but Malfoy's last barb had actually stung - despite it being along the same lines of what he'd usually spout and something Harry was all too used to - and he just couldn't find anything else to say. The worst thing was that what he'd thought Malfoy meant about 'wanting more' had made him feel like an excited little schoolgirl-- err, boy-- for a moment there.. and he was well past that phase.

Now those butterflies that had swarmed in his stomach felt like they were drowning in the pool of sick that was rapidly replacing them, and Malfoy had hopped on his high-horse and looking like he wasn't planning on getting down anytime soon.

'Potter's got a crush on little ol' me!' Draco gushed in a sweet voice, battering his eyelashes and jumping off the boxes he was sitting on to do afew little prances about the floor, ending in a pirouette. 'Oh joyous day! All my dreams coming true at once!'

The Slytherin's heavy sarcasm and exaggerated actions probably would have been funny at another time, but right now it was just making Harry feel incredibly stupid.. and angry.

'Okay, enough.'

'I feel like I'm dancing on air la la !' More dancing.

'I said ENOUGH!' Harry fumed, 'Dammit, Malfoy! I'm starting to believe that you might actually mean what you're saying!'

That sure shut him up quickly. Those icy blue eyes turned on the Gryffindor with fury.

'WHAT?!' A long, pale finger was jabbed into Harry's chest. 'THAT IS THE MOST DISGUSTING THING I'VE EVER--'

'Kindly quit jabbing me.'

'I WILL NOT! And furthermore, you've got some nerve thinking that someone of MY breeding would actually fancy a bum like you!!' Each word was punctuated with an addition jab.

'Well you obviously fancy me enough to make up excused to touch me,' Harry grinned smugly. Ah, the tables had turned - sure, he might not have a way with big words like Malfoy did, but Harry knew an opportunity when he saw it!

'Huh?' The Slytherin looked dumbfounded for a moment, before following his eyes down to the finger pressed against Harry's chest. He yanked it away like he'd burnt it.

Harry chuckled.

'Oh good grief! You're so immature Potter, I don't even know why I'm bothering to--'

'Because you like me.' he grinned somewhat evilly.

'SHUT UP!'

'Admit it!' Harry challenged, feeling strangely worked up on the point.

Now he knew why Malfoy must enjoy riling him up so much, this was actually pretty fun when the tables were turned!

Draco's snarling should have been some indication that he might be pushing it abit too far.

The punch caught Harry squarely in the jaw; it wasn't hard enough to break anything but his vision swam crazily and the pain on contact erupted in his head. Fortunately [because of Ron he was no stranger to the occasional brawl, and quickly recovered with a powerful right-hook that Malfoy never saw coming.

Those sly silver eyes flew open in shock as the force of the blow sent Draco reeling backwards. He crashed jarringly into the hardwood floor, a pained groan escaping his lips.

Harry barely even paused before diving after him, following with a full-on pummeling assault that the Slytherin managed to meet head on.

Fists, legs and insults were thrown about freely, finally bringing the fight to an end when Harry managed to back Malfoy into a corner.

'Admit it!' he demanded, though the pain in his jaw flamed up as he spoke, and his heavy breathing wasn't helping either.

'NO!' Draco growled, struggling in vain and yelping as his movement caused dust to sprinkle down on him from the distended ceiling. He coughed.

The grey particles coated his hair and Harry couldn't help but scoop them up with him finger and smear them on the Slytherin's flushed yet strangely unmarred face, his other hand pinning both of Malfoy's wrists beneath it.

'Now that we're on the same level..' Harry murmured, staring into those defiant eyes and tilting his chin up.

'What are you doing..?' The voice was still a growl, but it wavered at the end. 'Don't touch me.. Potter..'

'Just admit it.'

'No.. .' This time it was more of a weak moan.

'Oh Merlin,' Harry's hushed whisper caught in his throat as he pressed himself closer to the Slytherin, breathing in the exotic scent from his heated skin.

Damn it, he wanted Draco so badly, he could barely control his breathing and the crazy beating of his heart.. it was the single most confusing, scary thing he'd experienced in a long, long time. What was he supposed to do now? maybe punch him again?

'Harr-- Potter.. let go of my wrists.' Malfoy sighed quietly.

Releasing him and leaning back on his calves, Harry stared down at the blond trapped beneath him.. surely he couldn't just let him go now? He couldn't remember when he'd wanted something as badly as what he had in front of him right now.

With this resolve, Harry's lips sought out Draco's with an urgency he could barely comprehend, their mouths fusing in a mesh of heat and intense desire. Amidst their wreathing tongues and frenzied heartbeat, he was dimly aware of the Slytherin's arms wrapping around his neck, and the wanton moans that emanated from both of them.

'Harry..' the impassioned whisper of his name found him cutting the kiss short to nibble and lick his way down Draco's slender neck and across his collarbone. The blonde tilted his head back and gasped, each ministration causing little bolts of electricity to shoot up and down his spine. 'Ahh..'

The humidity of the room had beads of sweat forming on their heated flesh and gluing the clothes to their bodies. The strong scent of arousal permeated the dense air around their prone forms - but all of this went largely unnoticed.

What didn't go unnoticed was the loud voices that seemed to come from outside.

It took a moment for the comprehension to dawn on either of them, but suddenly Draco sat bold upright, causing Harry to tumble off him.

'Wha-- HEY! WE'RE STUCK IN HERE!' The Slytherin had lept to his feet, bounding to the door without so much as a backward glance at Harry. He slammed his fists in the door and continued to shout.

The voices outside grew louder until their words filtered in from the other side of the door.

'Harry? Harry Potter, is that you?'

'HELL NO! It's Draco Malfoy! Potter is in here with me though.. unfortunately.' Came the barked response. 'The door's jammed!'

'Stand back!'

Draco took afew steps backward, straightening his clothes & brushing the dust from his hair in an attempt to look his usual preened self. It didn't seem to do much good and he swore, glaring back at Harry. 'Look what you did, Potter! Didn't I tell you to keep your filthy hands off me?!'

The words were little more then a hushed whisper, but they contained so much malice that Harry could only sit where he'd been dumped, staring dumbfounded at the other boy. Was this really the same Malfoy who he'd just been.. ?

The train of thought ended with a furious blush and he climbed to his feet and attempted to straighten his clothes just as the shed door flew off its' hinges.

'Mr. Potter! Thank Merlin!'

Professor McGonagall's form appeared in the doorway briefly as she pulled Harry into a brief hug. Draco snickered.

'Mr. Malfoy, head to your common room immediately.'

'Of course,' Came the drawled response, 'I wonder if Snape will be as happy to see me..'

Harry felt a tangle of emotions - mainly anger at his complete change in attitude - and took afew steps towards Draco, reaching for him.

But he was gone without a backward glance, broken wand in hand, his robe flowing behind him as he quickly marched away.

For some reason Harry didn't feel nearly as happy to be 'rescued' as he thought he would.

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END PART TWO

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