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A/N: Sorry for the delay this chapter, I've been having issues with my internet connection. I'm aiming for at least one update every week, so stay tuned. Thanks must go once again to my lovely beta Natalya and my friends Harry and Lauren. You guys are the awesomest.

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Caught

Harry reached the top of the stairs leading to the owlery and stopped, frozen.

There, leaning out of a window was Draco Malfoy.

Mesmerized, Harry watched as the sky lightened, illuminating the platinum blonde hair, the soft grey matching the boy's eyes perfectly.

He slipped silently into the room, his eyes never leaving the other boy's face.

Draco shifted, tilting his head slightly and biting his lip, a small crease forming in his forehead as he wrestled with some difficult thought.

In that moment all Harry wanted to do was hold the other boy close, smooth away the frown and free that tortured lip. He tried to bite back a sigh, but it was too late.

He stood silently, holding his breath as Draco looked warily around the room. He felt a wave of relief as the other boy turned back to the window, but less than a second later Draco turned around again.

This time, the blonde turned towards the door. Unable to stop himself, Harry took a step forward, not wanting Draco to leave.

His foot came down on a clump of owl feathers, which broke with a loud crunch.

"Crap." He swore under his breath.

A foot away from him, Draco had stopped. Slowly he turned, until he was looking straight at Harry.

The blonde took a step towards him.

Harry could only watch as his enemy raised one pale hand towards him, lightly touching the soft folds of the Cloak, before pulling it away.

The grey eyes widened in surprise.

They stood like that for an eternity, emerald eyes locked with silver, and then Draco smiled, a slow smirk balanced on his perfect lips.

"Cold, Potter?"

Harry frowned, confused, until an icy gust of wind and his own answering shiver alerted him to his state of semi-undress.

Harry smirked in reply, but the blonde Slytherin's attention had shifted from is face to the toned planes of his torso.

Harry stepped forward, closing the distance between them. The wide grey eyes flew once more to his own, and his smirk grew wider.

Taking one of the pale hands in his own, he placed it in the centre of his chest. He bent his head to capture those delicate pink lips, but froze hearing a faint meow.

He looked up and his heart nearly stopped at the sight of Mrs Norris, the caretaker's cat, staring back at him, her bulbous yellow eyes watchful.

He swore and, in one swift moment, had the Cloak back over himself and Draco, just as Filch came wheezing up the stairs. Pulling Draco into the farthest point of the small tower room, Harry wrapped his arms around him protectively.

"What is it my sweet? Students? Peeves?" He gave a nasty, low chuckle. "I'll bet it is that nasty little poltergeist. What is he doing, sweet? Painting glue on the perches no doubt so the owls won't be able to get off 'em. Oh, we'll catch him this time, my dear, don't you worry about that. This time the headmaster will have to listen to us. We'll finally get that good-for-nothing pest expelled..."

Filches voice trailed off into a stream of embittered murmurings as he continued to search for Peeves.

Harry tightened his grip on the Slytherin boy as Filch passed close to their hiding place. At that moment, a large feathery shape glided through the window, followed by two more, and soon the air was thick with feathers as the owls returned from the night's hunting.

Cursing, Filch tried to swat a tawny owl that flew close to his face. A moment later he was running as fast as he could away from the owlery, the enraged owl flapping furiously after him it's sharp beak pecking at the bald patch in the caretaker's lank hair.

Harry sighed, releasing a breath he hadn't known he was holding, but did not let go of the boy in his arms, pulling him closer and nuzzling against his slender neck. He felt the smaller boy relax into him for a second before pulling away. The Cloak slid silently to the floor.

Harry watched as Draco, ran a shaky hand through his platinum locks and glanced at his expensive watch before looking Harry in the eye.

"Why were you spying on me Potter?" Draco asked without pretext.

"Huh? I...er... I wasn't" Harry's response sounded weak even to his own ears. He cleared his throat and continued. "I just came up here and you happened to be here. It's not like I was following you."

He was sure he'd seen the pale Slytherin falter slightly at the word following, but the moment passed too quickly for him to be sure.

In the next instant, Malfoy had closed the distance between them, until the two were nose to nose.

"Listen, Potter.," he hissed. "Don't you dare breathe a word of this to anyone. Understand?"

Breathless at the proximity, Harry could only nod.

"Good."

Turning, Draco strode swiftly out of the tower leaving a bewildered Harry to gather his thoughts.

HPDM

Breathless, trembling, Draco slumped onto one of the comfortable sofas in the Slytherin common room.

His mind was buzzing trying to process what had just happened into a format that he could understand.

His hand tingled at the memory of Harry's touch. His heart had raced when the other boy took his hand, and he'd been surprised at the feel of the other's equally fast pulse beneath his fingertips. For a heart-stopping instant, he had been sure that Harry had been about to kiss him.

And then he'd heard the sound that had made his blood turn to ice. The low meow that had ruined that perfect moment.

He hadn't even seen Harry move. In the next instant he had found himself in a dark corner with a pair of strong arms wrapped around him.

The Invisibility Cloak had been translucent and he could have seen everything if his whole attention hadn't been focused on the dark-haired boy gripping him so tightly.

He shuddered at the memory of the Gryffindor's face against his neck, but it had brought him to his senses.

And now he was sitting in the dark common room desperately wishing that it hadn't.

He could have lost himself in that warm embrace, drowned in those emerald eyes, felt those soft lips against his own...but he'd panicked. He'd gotten defensive. He'd alienated the one person he wanted more than anything in the world. He'd let it all slip away.

He'd screwed up.

The realization hit him like the Hogwarts Express. He was a Malfoy. Malfoys didn't make mistakes. Malfoys always got what they wanted.

Draco clenched his fists in frustration. He'd screwed up.

Now what the hell was he going to do about it?

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A/N: Again I apologise for the wait. To make it up to you guys I'm giving away plates of Harry and Draco shaped cookies...but only if you review.

Also I just want to make clear that chapter two of this story was dedicated to my best friend Harry, because for some reason I forgot to mention that. Chapter five will be dedicated to Lauren.