Ok so here's the thing. before you read the next chapter, please read this. A lot of you are reviewing saying that I got the color of the boys' eyes wrong. Sorry, but no, I didn't. I know Harry's eyes are green and Draco's are grey or something or other. The reason I say Gold and Silver is a metaphorical statement. You know, like ying and yang, black and white, its suppose to show how the two colors are drawn to each other so Harry and Draco have a hidden desire for eachother. Its just to represent a beautiful connect they have. So, that's the whole thing with the eyes. =) Hope you like the next chapter.

Harry stormed down the hall. Well, more or less he walked as fast as the pain in his back allowed him to. His morning had already been a hectic rush and it was just beginning. When the sun peered through the windows bright enough to wake him, he found himself, alone, sore, and confused. His bed was filthy mess as well as himself! He was sore, wet, drenched in sweat and smeared in cum. He cleaned his room up with the best spell he could think of with such a throbbing headache. He felt like he was hung-over and got hit in the head with a sledgehammer.

After cleaning, he booked it to the showers as early as he could so no one would spot him in such a state. As he washed away the memories of last night, he couldn't figure anything out. He had found his wand across the room, woke up with a sore ass, and still he couldn't understand…why?

Now he paced down the hall as fast as he could, forcing himself to stand through the pain so he could do what he needed. As he approached the end, he spotted Ron and Hermione waiting for him like always. Usually Ron would be with him, but last night he had snuck out to see her and didn't come back to the dorm. God, how thankful Harry was for that. The two approached him, ready to stop and talk, but Harry kept walking, determined to finish the mission he had started.

"Good morning, Harry," Hermione greeted nicely which Harry only answered with a blunt, "Hi."

Ron, however, was concerned out of his mind. "Harry, I couldn't find Draco at all last night. If he sees you now-"

"Don't worry about it, Ron. I got it settled."

"But, Harry-"

"Ron! I got it," he said quickly as they approached the end of the hall.

"Well, are you feeling better?" Hermione asked in concern.

"Dandy." Harry said and turned sharply to the left. Hermione and Ron stopped instantly.

"Hey, Harry, classes are this way."

"Go on ahead without me. I need to do something."

"Harry-"

"Just go!" He snapped without looking back.

At the Slitherin table, Draco sat around his cold hearted friends, trying to eat his food. Doyle threw a scone at the white haired boy, asking, "What the hell's up with you?"

Draco snatched the scone and fired it three times harder at him. "Your giant forehead is blinding me so screw off." Crabbe snickered beside him as he shoveled some more food into his chubby cheeks. Draco sharply turned his head toward him where he shut up instantly. "What are you laughing at?"

"N-Nothing…" Crabbe dropped his eyes and swallowed the food. "Hey, Draco, what happened to Potter?"

Draco flinched at the sound of the name. "What are you talking about?"

"You know, the fight you planned last night. When you heard he cancelled on you, you rushed off to the Gryffindor dorms. What happened?"

Draco paused for a long, slow minute. He picked up his glass, trying to think of what to say. Eventually he muttered out, "I couldn't find the pussy. He was obviously too scared to face me and ran home to his mother." The harsh tone he had made the boys drop all suspicions and laugh.

"Potter's a baby!" Doyle laughed out only to receive another piece of food thrown at him.

"Shut up," Draco scorned and his mouth shut instantly.

In the next moment, the door to the room opened up wide. Steaming and out of breath, the brunette appeared in the doorway. Draco jumped immediately at the sight of Harry. He busted into the breakfast chamber, making a silent entrance compared to the loud chatter from all the tables. He instantly charged the Gryffindor table, scanning all the faces as fast as he could without stumbling over his feet. The moment he spotted the dark haired girl from the previous night, he stormed over and threw his finger at her.

"You!" Harry's voice echoed over the rest of the tables.

Draco kept his head turned slightly at the table and watched the girl jump to her feet in shock.

"Harry! I was so worried-"

"Shut up!" Harry said harshly. The table slowly started to fall quiet.

She hesitated. "H-Harry, I-"

"I said shut up," he repeated. "You're despicable, I can't believe you would do something like that. I expected better!"

"Harry, what are you talking about?"

"You drugged me!"

The room fell quiet now, expect for the slight murmurs going around every table. The girl's eyes widened at the fact of being caught. She stood mouth gaped open and speechless for a moment before being able to say anything.

"You…weren't suppose to know."

"Yeah, I figured that out. I was suppose to lose my memory," he screamed, "but I remember everything!"

Something inside Draco snapped and he was off the bench and running down the table in seconds. When the door slammed shut, showing only the slightest bit of his white hair, Harry only stared as he disappeared without a word.

The girl tried to explain. "Harry, it was just-"

"Don't even bother," he snapped. "I never want to see your face again."

"I'm sorry!"

"I don't care." He turned for the door. "You stay the bloody hell away from me."

The girl walked down the other side of the table, trying to follow him. "Harry!"

"I don't want to hear it!" He shouted one last time and left the room with a loud slam of the door. Outside stood Hermione and Ron with wide eyes after hearing the whole conversation. He met their shocked eyes and quickly turned away for the classrooms. "Let's go."

"Harry, was that true?" Hermione asked as they followed by his side instantly.

"Of course," he said, not meeting their eyes again. "I wouldn't shut her out in front of everyone if it wasn't."

"But she drugged you?" Ron asked, "How? When?"

Harry took a deep breath and stopped, explaining everything at once to get rid of all the questions. "Last night at dinner when she poured my drink. That's when I felt sick and I went to my room and passed out. Nothing more, nothing less. I was tired, that's it. Still pissed me off though."

"But, are you okay?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Harry answered with a bit of strain since he was exhausted enough. "Look, it's over and done. I'm fine, she's a bitch. Can we go to class now?"

Ron and Hermione both caught the sense of struggle in his voice, wanting to get past the subject and never come back to it. So they nodded for his sake and left the topic alone as they left for their first class.

...

As soon as the class was released for lunch, Harry bolted out of the room. The person who he was looking for was always in the back on the school as lunch ended. If he hurried there, he could catch him in enough time to talk. He ran down the long stone corridor that led to the outside part of the school towards Hagrid's cottage. Sure enough, as soon as he reached the abrupt end of the stone walkway and reached the slant of the hill, he spotted the white haired boy among the group of Slitherins.

"Draco!" Harry called and stopped the boy in his tracks.

As the three boys turned, Doyle and Crabbe were the only ones snickering with laughter. "It's Potter the Pussy!"

Draco slapped his hand hard into Doyle's chest the moment he spoke and stepped towards the brunette. "What do you want, Potter?"

"I need to talk to you."

"What for?" Crabbe said.

"We already know you ran out on him last night."

Draco spun around and snapped viciously, "If either one of you opens your mouth again, I'll blow your bloody head off!" The boys coward back instantly and turned somewhat away from the two.

"About last night," Harry began. "I was… Someone slipped something into my drink at dinner and I passed out afterwards. I didn't run out on our fight-"

"What's your point?" Draco interrupted.

Harry examined him. Something was different. He was irritated and could barely hold their gaze for longer than a minute. This was the Draco he knew, the furious Slitherin boy who liked to talk smack until he got what he wanted. His golden eyes glared and his face was stern to everyone, especially to Harry. Yet, last night, his face was straight with golden eyes that glimmered at him with not hate, but… something Harry couldn't name. Yesterday, he didn't have any harsh words thrown at him, but instead sweet words, gentle whispers that caressed every inch of his lips until he had taken all of his breath away. The hands that were now in trembling fists were groping him and holding him tight to his own body the night before. How? How could the same person be so different in just a matter of hours?

Harry stood dumbfounded on what to say. "Can I speak to you alone?"

"No." Draco denied instantly.

I knew it, Harry thought. He's avoiding the whole thing… Harry wouldn't stand for it and decided if he was going to act rough, then so was he. If he was going to play Mr. Clueless, then Harry was going to make him look like the lower one to piss him off.

"Fine, I came to tell you that you're the loser for not finding me and challenging me to a fight. Besides, you would've lost anyway." Draco grunted immediately, but before he could respond, he lowered his voice and scorned, "You may have forgotten about it, but I was the one was drugged, and I'm not letting it go."

Draco snapped out his wand when Harry turned to walk away. "Don't talk big, Potter, when you can't match it."

With a quick yell, he shot a fast bolt of energy flying towards him. Harry turned back in time to see it, but he only had time to grab his wand, and he couldn't cast a spell back. The shock smacked him in his arm and knocked him off his feet. He went crashing back towards the stone corridor, landing brutally into the hard, unforgiving ground. The pain in his arm was rippling, but the excruciating pain in his bottom was even worse. The soreness he had felt before had grew ten times in size and was throbbing through out his whole body. The pain stabbed every little nerve in his body and made his legs so weak he could barely get to his knees.

Propping himself up on his elbow, he shouted the moment he saw Draco coming up the slight hill and shot a similar bolt of power at him. Draco snapped his wand at the burst of energy and knocked it away. A second later, two more came flying at him. He blocked one, but the other wrapped around his wand and smacked him in the face. He tumbled to the side, holding his cheek where it felt like he was just punched. He growled back and stormed up the rest of the hill while Harry struggled to get on his knees.

Doyle and Crabbed followed in worry. "Draco, don't!"

"It's against the rules to fight outside of class!"

Draco didn't even acknowledge their shouts and whipped his wand at the brunette in fury. Harry held up his wand to block the move, yet it hit the ground beside him and burst like a bomb. The blow sent him rolling to the side of the corridor faster than he could breathe. Yet, he used the momentum to force his body on his feet and almost tumbled down the hill if it weren't for a nearby headstone. Harry clutched onto it for dear life. His body was so heavy it was dragging him down to give up. As much as it burned and throbbed, he refused and casted another spell.

This one knocked Draco right in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and crashing him into his two friends. They all hit the ground in pain and only Draco snatched a boulder to keep from rolling uncontrollably down the hill. He staggered to his feet, growling and panting as was Harry. They stood still for a minute, staring deep into the other's eyes. The last time they stared this long, tired, hurt, and out of breath was last night when Harry was moaning under him and Draco was thrusting deep inside him. Their lips had grazed so their eyes opened and they stared for the longest time, accepting the other without question and soon kissed.

The memory made Draco snap and he threw his arm up to give Harry such a blow that he would probably put him in a deep coma. Harry did the same, ready to return the spell just as hard as Draco was planning. In unison, they screamed the same spell, sending a line of power towards the other that they were unprepared to defend themselves for. The spells would've collided viciously, exploding like two head-on lightening bolts, and would've knocked both boys out in a split second.

Yet, inches before the bolts collided, a third bolt came in between them and diminished them into thin air. It ended as quick as it had started as McGonagall stood fiercely between them. Both boys dropped their wands instantly and the teacher looked back and forth at both of them.

"Do I need to ask what is going on here?" She asked with tight lips. Both boys stayed silent. "I'm very disappointed in you two. Points are lost from both Gryffindor and Slitherin. And ten hours of detention for both of you tomorrow after class."

As she scolded them, Harry struggled to stay standing. Although he was clutching onto a headstone for balance, his knees still trembled from lack of strength and soon collapsed. He dropped to the ground against the headstone in pain which caught the teacher off guard.

"Oh my," she said and she hustled to his side. "Draco, are you hurt badly?"

Draco paused, but muttered, "No, ma'am."

"Good, then take your friends and go to my office for your papers while I take Harry to the nurse."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I-I'm fine, really." Harry stuttered as McGonagall tried to help him stand. He met Draco's eyes as he explained, "I'm just a little sore."

"Well, you'll still need to lie down for a while. C'mon, up you go." As she helped Harry to his feet and kept him standing, she caught Draco before he could leave. "Oh, and Draco." The white haired boy turned back irritated as the teacher made him stop. "You two might as well kiss and make up since you'll be spending a lot of time in detention together…"

Harry and Draco shared a sharp gaze around the teacher, feeling uneasy at how ironic the statement really was.

...

That night, on the way the Gryffindor dorms, Harry had to pass the Slitherin hall. Sure enough, as fate would have it, he came face to face with Draco as he turned the corner. Both boys froze and fell silent. They were alone and that said fact brought up the topic that they both wished to avoid. It was inevitable and they both knew it.

Draco darted his eyes away and spoke quietly, "So you remember everything…"

"Yes, but why?" Harry questioned. "I thought I was suppose to forget everything."

"Did you want to forget everything?"

Harry hesitated at the sympathy in Draco's voice. He seemed almost hurt by the question and was surprised he even asked it. "No…"

Draco took a deep breath and explained, "Either the spell wasn't strong enough or it was broken off early. That could've triggered your memory back."

Harry shook his head. "I remember everything from the moment I drank it."

"Then it was the number eight spell and that mud blood messed up. It's the same drug only a weaker sense of the effects and no memory loss."

Harry squinted. "That doesn't make sense. That spell made me…" He paused, blushing from the embarrassing words he was about to say. "It was…really strong, if you catch my drift. It made me weak and…hard over and over."

Draco blushed as well and averted his eyes away again. "Well, it wasn't the spell that did that…"

Their voices faded back into the silence as the words slowly sunk in. The fact that the spell was just a starter and the rest was all their actions was… shocking. These two were enemies who acted like lovers the night before. Could it really have just been a dream that they shared, delirious from the drug?

The minute they went silent was the same moment some new voices filled the hall. A boy and a girl from Raven claw came strolling by, talking and laughing like normally. They both glanced at the silent boys, recognizing them instantly and not stopping for anything. The moment was awkward and would surely cause rumors if word got around. They knew, however, that those two people were minor students who never talked much. Even if did word got around about the scene, they could say they were playing nice before detention like McGonagall had demanded. They had nothing to worry about.

When the two were gone and they were alone again, Harry decided to say the obvious statement that was lingering in the air first. "We should forget all about it…"

Draco agreed. "It never happened. We'll never talk about it, bring it back up, don't even think of it." He paused as he stared at Harry with his eyes on the floor, trying to cope with the situation. When he looked up at him, Draco suddenly felt weaker. "We're still enemies…"

Harry forced a tiny smile and nodded. "Right…"

But as much as he wanted it, his smile couldn't stay up. As the two stared helplessly at each other, their strong defenses almost immediately and they couldn't avoid it. It was as if a voice around them was echoing, Who are we kidding?

In the next instant, they were on each other in fierce grips. Their lips were crammed together for a hard kiss that they unknowingly had longed for. They grabbed at each other aggressively at their hair, face, and arms until they were as close as possible. Their skin quickly warmed up as the kisses got rougher and longer. Their tongues touched then fought and their teeth nibbled the other's lips to send shivers of pleasure down their body.

The only thing that stopped them was the sound of a door closing somewhere nearby. They pulled their lips apart in fear of someone approaching. Draco acted quickly and started to drag Harry down the hall.

"W-Wait, Draco," Harry protested. "It's after hours."

"So?" Draco yanked him in front of the nearest door which happened to lead to a supply closet. With a quick flick of his wrist he unlocked it and pulled it open.

"So, this is bad." Harry grabbed Draco's shoulders to make him stop. "We shouldn't be doing this."

Draco paused for a moment, then a sly smirk crawled onto his face as his yellow eyes gleamed devilishly. "You say that like I care." Harry relaxed at his statement, laughing slightly in relief. His shimmering silver eyes said that doing something bad once in a while wasn't going to kill anyone.

Draco shoved Harry inside and as soon as they passed the doorway, the door shut and locked behind them. Harry let out a tiny gasp as Draco pinned him against the back wall and reunited their lips deeply. He licked Harry's lips before shoving it inside his mouth and licking the roof of his mouth. Harry grunted and grabbed Draco's chest instantly. He slipped his cold hands under the collar of his robe until he touched skin and shoved his hands down as far as he could. Draco received goose bumps and flinched in response. As revenge, he tilted Harry's head up slightly and shoved his tongue practically down his throat. He kissed him this intensely till Harry removed his hands to grab his face.

When they pulled away to breathe for a second, Draco smirked happily. Harry tightened his grip on the green robe and gave a sudden, harsh shove. Draco, caught off guard, was pushed all the way back and slammed against the door. Harry grabbed his face and kissed him again. This time he was the one to bite his lips and rape his mouth with his tongue. Draco quickly caught up with the kisses and tugged on the brunette's hair to remind him who was in charge.

As determined as he was, Harry immediately went weak the moment Draco's hand aggressively grabbed him between the legs. As soon as he flinched, Draco whirled him around and forced him into the door. He got both of Harry's wrists in one grip and used his own red scarf to tie them tight above his head. Harry squirmed to get his hands free, especially when Draco's hand returned to his crotch where he fondled him tightly. He grunted and his breath started to get heavier.

"D-Draco-" As soon as Harry muttered his name, Draco kissed him again, still a bit rough, but with a larger hint of passion than before. As Draco's fingers dug through the jeans and rubbed his new forming stiffy, Harry picked up his leg in pleasure. The way he moved his body was simple, but the position they caused put him in such an erotic mood that he couldn't stop. His knee bumped up until it hit Draco's crotch that was even harder than him. Draco groped harder and Harry grinded faster until they were both out of breath and horny.

When they slowly pulled away, their eyes meet mystically and such a warm sensation ran through them that their bodies paused. Harry was the one who said it. It was obvious, but they both remained blind to it. They were both clinging to a rope with pleasure at one end and pain on the other, love and hate, lovers and enemies, but they only faced the good end of it. They ignored the other end as if it was never there and pretended that it would never catch up to them. Yet, their end was slowly burning down and they knew they would eventually reach the end they detested. That's why Harry pointed it out now at the beginning to avoid encountering it head-on later at the most critical moment.

"This isn't going to work…"

Of course, he wasn't talking about their foreplay, but about them in general. Draco knew that, but he still refused to turn and face the other end of the rope. He knew he belonged at one end and Harry at the other. The fact that they were both on the same side meant that they would surely drop and continue falling to the bottom. Still, he didn't want it. Neither did Harry. He could see it in his beautiful silver eyes.

He didn't respond. He didn't have to. He slowly leaned back in and kissed him gently. Harry dropped his tied hands over Draco's head and around his neck where he pulled him closer to him. They pulled each other tight together, never wanting to let go, never wanting to fall. Still, they smiled as they kissed and clung to each other happily, settling into the warmth of their bodies together. Once again, it was night as they embraced, but they weren't going to release until morning, like lovers do…

Sorry, no sex in this chapter. It was too lovey-dovey for a sudden hot scene. But trust me, in the third chapter will be the hottest scene of the story J Please comment on how it's going and whether or not I should continue.