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.

Chapter Six

Fallen

"Mr. Potter, are you listening?"

"Er, what?" Harry looked up to meet Professor McGonagall's glaring face. He gulped and offered her a sheepish smile around the quill tip he'd been gnawing on.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. Now, please. This will be on your N.E.W.T.'s." McGonagall turned away from him. Harry sighed. It had been like this the entire day. He couldn't focus on anything but the way Draco had touched him.

"Harry." Hermione hissed, nudging him. He shook his head to refocus his eyes and returned to his notes which were covered in small pictures resembling dragons. This was definitely a problem. He managed to stay focused until the end of the period. It was a relief when the bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day.

"Jeez, mate. You sure are far away today." Ron commented as the left Transfiguration.

"Sorry. I just can't seem to stay on track." Harry shot a look at Hermione who smiled at him, knowingly.

"Whatever. You better not loose us anymore points. We're supposed to be good examples or some such toss." Ron shrugged. Hermione turned on him.

"It's not toss. We have to…" Her voice trailed off as Harry's mind wandered. He kept walking forward. Suddenly an arm grabbed him.

"Wall, Potter. Watch the wall." Draco's voice yanked him out of his thoughts. He was staring up at a rather hard looking wall.

"Oh, damn. Thanks." Harry smiled up at him. His lips twitched slightly.

"Go on then. Weasley'll think I kidnapped you." Draco shoved him in the right direction and wandered off.

"Oi, Harry. Hurry up, mate!" Ron's voice ordered from around the corner. Harry sighed, still watching Draco walk away.

"Coming!" He yelled back and ran forward to meet his waiting friends. With another small happy sigh he followed them into the Great Hall.

"Where'd you go?" Hermione asked, as they sat down.

"Almost ran into a wall." Harry shrugged, trying not to flush at her hardly concealed smile.

"Nice, mate." Ron laughed. Harry just shrugged again. He shot a quick glance over at the Slytherin Table just in time to see Pansy Parkinson throw herself into Draco's lap. Harry suppressed the growl that rose into his throat. Hermione seeing the look on his face followed his gaze.

"He doesn't look happy." She said comfortingly. It was true. Draco was scowling fiercely and fighting off Pansy's advances.

"Who?" Ron's voice was muffled through his food.

"Never mind Ronald." Hermione answered, wincing at him as he stuffed food into his mouth. Harry looked at him with carefully covered disgust. Then he looked back at the Slytherin Table. Draco caught his eyes and winked. Harry blushed and turned to his food.

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"Pansy, get off me. No one's going to come in here." Draco snapped. Pansy shrugged and removed herself from him, straightening her clothes with an air of superiority. Blaise Zabini smirked at her.

"That was a little much, don't you think?" Blaise raised an eyebrow at her.

"I am an actress. Besides, those idiots will buy anything and if I don't make it that blatant I feel as though I am cheating on Erik." Pansy turned up her nose at him.

"Will you two stop for a moment?" Draco said, not unkindly.

"What's with you, Drake? You've been… almost nice all day." Blaise propped his feet up on another chair and shuddered with mock disgust.

"Nothing." Draco answered vaguely, his eyes glazing over for a moment.

"Oh, yeah. We're supposed to believe that?" Pansy snorted.

"It's… really… nothing." Draco lied, unconvincingly, around a small smile. Blaise and Pansy both rolled their eyes at him.

"Go on then, Drake. Tell us." Blaise prompted.

"You'll laugh. You always laugh." Draco folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the wall.

"What if we promise?" Pansy smirked at him.

"I'm a Slytherin too, remember?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"Fine, we may laugh but we won't disapprove." Blaise offered. Draco turned to stare at him for a second and then sighed.

"Only if you magically swear, on pain of death, not to tell anyone or anything that has the ability to talk and/or communicate mentally." Draco ordered.

"Easy enough." Pansy shrugged and pulled out her wand. Blaise followed her example and they repeated what Draco had said word for word.

"Good. You remember when you accused me of staring at Potter, Blaise?" Draco asked.

"Of course. You were watching that little bloke's arse for weeks." Blaise remarked bluntly. Pansy snickered. She hadn't known this.

"Well, a few weeks ago, he admitted to fantasizing about me and later that day Dumbledore showed up a prophecy…" Draco trailed off, theatrically.

"That senile old man has more prophecies then he knows what to do with. What was this one about then? Another apocalypse?" Pansy asked, scathingly.

"It was a prophecy about dear Potter and myself." Draco continued, ignoring Pansy.

"Oh." Blaise prompted blandly.

"It said if Potter and I didn't find each other or some such toss that the Wizarding World would be lost in darkness. That of course is the edited version." Draco stopped again.

"Would you just tell us already?" Pansy snapped. Draco shot a quick smirk at her before continuing.

"Well, later that day, I came on to Potter…" He began.

"You what?" Pansy shrieked.

"Shut up, Pansy," Blaise leaned forward, resting his chin on his fist, obviously interested, "What did he do about that one?"

"He responded, of course. I teased him for a while and then left. It was a little difficult to stay in control with the boy panting and moaning like he was." Draco stretched, lazily.

"Of course it would be. The boy's a goody two shoes for sure but he's definitely cute. Continue." Blaise consented.

"It took him several weeks but last night he came up to me as I was about to go to bed. It was incredibly cute what he said too. I quote 'I loved the way you touched be. Do it again, please?' How was I supposed to resist that?" Draco smiled at the memory.

"He really said that?" Blaise howled in laughter.

"Yes. In a cute lost puppy little way. It was adorable and strangely so. His face was bright red." Draco smirked at Pansy, who was muttering to herself.

"And then?" Blaise said after he had calmed.

"I asked him why I should. He looked about to cry. Then he said, and again I quote, 'Oh fuck. Don't do that to me. Just… just… please?'." Draco laughed softly.

"Oh, dear Lord. He must have been desperate. What did you do to the boy, Drake," Blaise threw back his head and let out another bark of laughter, "What did you do then?"

"I gave him what he wanted, of course. I like how he feels and how he's so small and how he's got this nervous energy about him when he doesn't want to say what's on his mind and how he's almost as insatiable as you, Blaise…" Draco paused.

"You're in love with him." Pansy accused suddenly.

"Wha…" Draco turned to her, shocked and at a loss for words, something that did not happen to Draco Malfoy very often.

"You heard me. You're in love with him." Pansy repeated. Draco just blinked at her before turning to Blaise for help. Blaise considered it, gnawing on a fingernail.

"She's right, Drake. You've fallen and you've fallen hard." He shrugged. Draco groaned softly and fell into a chair.

Sorry this has taken so long. My life is insane right now. I can barely remember the last time I posted or even worked on one of my fanfiction. Review please.

Cheers,

Sarcastic Romantic