Title: Neither Good nor Evil

Rating: PG – 13

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have never been friends. They were happy to stay enemies until unwanted thoughts interrupted. Add one of Dumbledore's prophecies and shake well.

Author's Note: I've never written foreplay before so it sucks but you'll get the idea. I'm a bit naïve in that department. Shhh…

Chapter Four

The Prophecy

"I am Harry Potter."

"I am Draco Malfoy." The sphere split open.

The ghost-like outline of a women snaked out of the split sphere. In a deep voice she began,

"The Savior of our world will find his mate in the Dragon that is neither good nor evil. If they do not realize this by their last year at Dumbledore's school then forever will we live in darkness." It returned to its original shape, leaving Harry and Draco to gawk at it.

"The hell we will." Harry exploded suddenly, standing up.

"You do that a lot." Malfoy commented mildly. Harry ignored him, fixing his glare instead on Dumbledore who smiled back.

"What is this supposed to mean?" He snapped.

"Exactly what it says. As I mentioned before, this prophecy leaves little to the imagination." Dumbledore smiled.

"That means not only do I have to kill Voldemort I have to…" Harry trailed off.

"Finally act on those thoughts we spoke of earlier." Malfoy offered, smirking up at him. Harry fell into his chair, defeated.

"I'm afraid that I have to push you two boys together rather forcefully. You will move to your own dormitory, on neutral ground, of course. I cannot speak for the rest of the Wizarding World but I would rather not live forever in darkness." Dumbledore told them.

"You mean this prophecy means I have to move out of my Dormitory?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow, as though thinking it over.

"Your things have already been transported to your new residence. If you'll follow me." Dumbledore stood and left the room. Malfoy followed with Harry trailing unenthusiastically behind.

"This sucks." Harry muttered as they rounded yet another corner. Malfoy stopped suddenly causing Harry to slam into him. He gulped and went red, then took a quick decisive step backwards. Malfoy shot a look over his shoulder, showing Harry his cheeks had turned pale pink as well. They stood in front of a portrait containing a small boy, smiling broadly, holding a bunch of lilacs.

"Here we are boys. To get in you just have to say 'Forever'. Good day, boys." Dumbledore left as the portrait of a smiling boy swung open.

"Yeah that was so subtle." Harry muttered waspishly.

"Come on, then. We might as well have a look around." Malfoy led the way into the room. Harry followed, cautiously.

The room they entered was large, covered in greens and reds, gold's and silvers. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Several doors were set in the walls. Some had nameplates. 'Potter', 'Malfoy', 'Gryffindor Common Room', 'Slytherin Common Room' and 'Library' were just a few.

"This is actually nice." Harry looked around with a small smile.

"Yes, it is," Malfoy sat down on a couch. Harry shot a look at him and headed for the other side of the room, "I don't have a disease you know."

"What?" Harry turned, surprised.

"I said I don't have a disease. I'm actually quite healthy and quite tired of this stupid dance you've enacted." Malfoy stood.

"What are you talking about?" Harry looked away to avoid Malfoy's eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You look at me when you think I'm not looking and then turn away as soon as I raise my head." Malfoy stepped closer.

"I really don't know what the fuck you're talking about." Harry bit down on his lip hard, fighting, once again, not to blush.

"Oh the hell you don't." Malfoy snapped. Harry looked up to see the other boy's face suddenly very close to his.

"Malfoy…" His voice cracked. The other boy forced him up against the wall. Malfoy leaned his head close allowing his hot breath to grace Harry's neck.

"Tell me this doesn't have an effect on you. Go ahead and try to lie now." He ground into the other boy. Harry gasped.

"Oh, oh… oh God." He leant his head back, breathing heavily. The contact was removed. Harry groaned.

"You're not that good of liar." Malfoy stood away from him, cheeks flushed. He seemed to be having as much trouble breathing as Harry was but he was smirking.

"Come… come back. Don't… don't stop." Harry gasped, reaching a hand out to the other boy. Malfoy pushed back into him, still smirking.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" He bent his head, pressing his lips into Harry's neck, grinding up into him. He nipped the skin.

"Oh Merlin." Harry moaned, leaning his head back into the wall. Malfoy continued his treatment, heading lower.

"Still don't know what I'm talking about?" He asked, biting down on the skin above Harry's collarbone and licking the now red skin.

"Don't… don't stop… oh God… don't stop…" Harry ground back, unable to help himself. Malfoy smirked into his neck, slipping his hands up his shirt and over his chest. Harry groaned as Malfoy broke away. Harry felt his shirt removed completely and Malfoy's tongue on his nipple. Harry arched suddenly, gasping.

"Oh God!" He burst out, breathily. Malfoy broke away again.

"Hm… I think that's enough for today then. See you, Potter." Malfoy smirked at him and wandered off. Harry slid down the wall, gasping for breath.

"Oh, hell…" He ran his hands through his hair. I almost…with Malfoy… Oh, Merlin… It's going to be a hell of a year.

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"Harry? Did everything go okay with Dumbledore?" Hermione asked as he entered the Common Room.

"Yeah… I just have to move to a different Dormitory and spend the rest of the year with Malfoy. That's all." Harry flopped into a chair, tiredly.

"Oh, Harry. You're not upset at all, are you?" He looked up at see Hermione smiling at him. He sighed.

"You're much too perceptive for your own good, Hermione. How'd you know, then?" Harry rubbed his eyes.

"The comment this morning, the way you've been looking at him and that love bite on your neck." Hermione set down her book.

"Great," Harry clapped a hand to his neck, "Just great. Should I tell Ron?" Hermione cast a look towards the Boy's Staircase.

"I wouldn't but… it's your choice. He'll have enough trouble getting used to you living with him." She rolled her eyes and pretended not to care.

"Still hasn't noticed, has he?" Harry grinned at her.

"I'm too perceptive," She shot his a small glare, "Don't tell him, okay?"

"Haven't yet, have I? On a different subject, help me?" He offered up the puppy dog look Ginny had taught him over the summer.

"With what?" Hermione sighed, unable to stand up against the look.

"Malfoy." Harry answered, beaming at her. She rolled her eyes again and leaned forward in her seat.

"What do you want to know?" She consented. Harry leapt up and hugged her.

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