"So what did she say?" Draco asked. Beside him, slyly around the corner was Harry, watching the end of the hall ahead of him. He was waiting for Ron when the white haired boy appeared hidden around the wall and spoke to him.

"She said she only saw us walking off the field back into the woods. That's it." Harry fixed his robe nervously. "It really scared me. She said it in front of Ron, too. I didn't know what to say."

"So you told her the truth."

"No, are you bloody insane? I told her it was part of our detention to return some Quidditch equipment back to the towers. She bought it, but she spoke so weird… But that's just Luna. I'm sure she didn't see anything else."

"Well, that's a relief…" He smirked and gave the brunette's shoulder a shove. "See? You almost got us caught. If we would've done it in the woods she wouldn't have seen anything."

"Are you kidding? She was near the woods when she saw us, that's how she spotted us, idiot." Suddenly, Harry's eyes caught a glimpse of the red head down the hall. "There's Ron. I got to go."

Draco moved around the corner, glaring with a hidden smirk. "Beat it, Potter," he spit when some kids passed which Harry just stared at.

As Draco went one way, Harry went another, approaching Ron halfway down the hall. "Gosh, he's bloody annoying." Ron exhaled, having seen the white haired boy.

Harry shrugged. "When is he anything else?"

"You got that right, he's always a low life scumbag. Glaring at everyone and dissing at us. I'd like to put a snake in his bed one night and freak him out!"

Harry forced out a laugh. "C'mon, Hermione is probably waiting for us at Hagrid's."

"Yeah, why did you ditch us last time?"

Harry flinched, but kept walking. "I told you, I had to do extra detention work…with Draco. Remember, Luna saw us."

"Hm…" There was a drop in Ron's tone that made Harry look up at him. Ron was looking him over suspiciously.

"What?"

"You're hiding something."

Harry almost tripped over his two feet. "W-What are you talking about?"

"What happened in detention?"

Harry paused. He was shocked Ron was questioning him and was a bit offended. "I sat there for five hours writing an essay on why I was dumb enough to fight on school grounds."

"Why did Snape make you go to the Quidditch field?"

"Cause he asked us to."

"How come?"

Harry raised his voice. "I don't know, Ron! It's Snape! Who knows what he's thinking!"

"And Draco didn't say a word to you the entire time?"

"No!"

"And don't you find that a bit odd?" Ron's voice got stricter. "He didn't say anything to you the entire five or six hours you were alone together?"

Harry stopped walking as Ron did. He was right. Before whenever Harry encountered Draco, they were at each other's throats. After their fight they were suddenly silent and mild to each other. No wonder Ron was agitated. He didn't believe him. What did he have to believe? Harry was lying his ass off.

As Harry stared blankly, Ron turned away with frustration. "I just think it's strange how you can be so close to someone like that and not say a word about it to your best friend."

"Why are you so mad, Ron? I have told you everything. He probably didn't want to get another twenty hours of detention, that's why he didn't speak to me. I know I didn't want more time in the dungeons." Ron scowled away, still unconvinced. "Can we just… get over it?"

The red head paused, then muttered. "Yeah, whatever."

He walked away down the hall and approached Hermione who had an armful of books tucked to her chest. From a distance, Harry watched her give Ron a hug, then look back to Harry curiously as Ron whispered something to her. She gave both boys a few glances then grabbed Ron's arm from walking away.

"C'mon, Harry," she said sweetly. "We're gonna be late."

Harry hesitated, sighed deeply, and eventually caught up to them. It was always awkward being around Ron when he was mad because it made him upset at everything he did. Yet, he forced down the uneasy feeling settling inside him and stayed beside his friends the rest of the lunch.

Hogwarts' towers were higher than the clouds and that's why it was unusual to find people on them. On one of the sharpest slanted roofs laid two boys. On one side laid the white haired Slytherin member, while on the other was the brunette Gryffindor member. Their heads were touching as they laid on their backs, gazing up at the cloud scattered sky. They laughed as they talked, merely having a swell, fun time. It wasn't until Draco pointed up to the sky that the fun was interrupted.

"Broom stick." He said bluntly.

Harry snatched the invisibility cloak resting beside him and threw it over them. They were hidden instantly, resting under the warm cloth. Together, they watched the person on the broom stick go flying above them and off in the distance. With a sigh, they threw the cloak off and resettled back on the hard shingles.

"You seem more exhausted then usual," Draco said, rolling his head back to give the brunette a glimpse. "I didn't make you too sore, did I?"

Harry blushed and was happy he couldn't see it. "No. Ron didn't believe my story about Quidditch and detention. He doesn't understand why we aren't fighting anymore."

Draco almost sat up. "Does he suspect us?"

"Yes, but not as a couple," Harry strained the word. They weren't….a couple… were they?

Draco didn't notice and relaxed. "Well, they say gingers are stupid. He won't figure anything out."

"Don't say that. Ron is actually pretty bright."

"Bright enough to catch us?"

Harry paused. "Maybe…"

"Broom stick."

Harry groaned and covered them again. "It just wears me out when he's ticked off at me. He gets so agitated."

"Then stay away from him for a while," Draco said as he pulled the cloak off when the person was gone. "We could return to the tower if you want."

"Really, is that all you think about?" Harry said as he slapped the cloak down on his lap.

Draco chuckled. "When it comes to you, maybe. Those two goons called my friends irritate me till no end that I need to relieve my stress somehow. That's where you come in."

Harry laughed and flicked the top of the Draco's head. "Glad to know that I could be of some assistance."

Draco snatched his hand before he could retract it and kissed it passionately. Harry blushed deeper and gasped when he felt Draco's cold tongue roll over his finger. "H-Hey!" He pulled his hand away, laughing. Yet, he sighed and said, "Seriously, we have got to be more careful around others."

"Fine, I'll just call you Potter every time I see you, maybe push you around a little in the halls, but at night I'll sneak into your room and really torture you-"

"Draco! Enough!" Harry suddenly yanked up the cloak when he spotted another figure in the sky. "Broomstick."

"All right, that's it." Draco groaned as he covered himself under the hidden blanket. "We're leaving this bloody thing on because people are really irritating right now." He rolled onto his stomach and crawled under the cloak until he was hovering Harry's face. He was recovering from a laugh when Draco kissed him, taking him by surprise but not denying it.

Kissing upside-down was different, but definitely fun. Their lips felt off, but the way their tongues slipped up and touched the other's in between kisses felt just right. Draco held his face as Harry crawled his fingers into his snow white hair, kissing him deeper until they were both out of breath. When they pulled away and stared at each other, mixing gold with silver in the perfect combination, they slowly smiled and laughed.

Hidden under the cloak, the two continued to kiss as the sun slowly settled low in the sky, cloaking the air in a golden shade with silver clouds mingling inside…

The classroom was crowded and loud with chatter from everyone. They all stood and mingled at their own pace until the dark, looming teacher entered the room. "Take your seats, now." Snape ordered in his nasal-monotone. The kids rushed to their seats and went silent immediately.

As Harry and Ron moved to take their seats in the long, horizontal benches, a sudden harsh bump from behind knocked Harry off balance. Colliding his shoulder with Harry's, Draco walked by in a vile manner with a nasty smirk on his face. Harry recovered from catching himself on the desk and took his seat, putting on a sharp glare as the white haired fiend moved to the front of the seats.

"Since all of your grades are low, excluding some members…" Snape said slowly and deeply, giving a glance to Hermione. "The school board has pushed me to present a new assignment. You will all be doing research and a report on a famous wizard, describing what he or she did to be famous and how he or she got there. You will search background information, their most used spells, and so on." The class buzzed with whispers of dull excitement and doubt.

Snape continued, "You will also…be in partners. They will be picked randomly and if you refuse your partner, your grade will automatically drop forty percent, conforming that if you don't ace the report and presentation, you will fail this class."

The buzzes got louder and Snape hushed them all by slapping his wand on his desk, creating a sharp crack that silenced the room. The glaring teacher pulled out a list of all the students in the room and touched the tip of his wand to it. Muttering a spell, the names jumped around the page into multiple pairs of partners. At the same instant, Draco accidentally dropped his wand. The tip glowed as he whispered to himself and sat upright like nothing had happened. The paper glistened brighter after that. One by one, Snape began to read the partners out loud. People smiled as names were called and others high-fived and even bowed until Snape slapped his wand again. Soon he reached the end of the list.

"Hermione Granger…and Ron Weasley." The couple shared a smile from across the gap in the seats.

"Luna Lovegood… And Neville Longbottom." Neville blushed slightly as Luna turned to him and gave him a straight smile with that calm and senseless emotion of hers.

"Draco Malfoy…" Snape paused in his own reading and gave the crowd a glance. "And Harry Potter…."

A silent gasp went around the room. All smiles vanished without a trace and the very thought of speaking had disappeared. All heads turned back to the brunette, staring with shock. Harry stared at the dropped jaws and widened eyes before looking at Draco sitting at the front of the room. He slowly looked back with a scowl, but underneath was a hidden smirk that only Harry could see. Their partnership had just gone local…

Hermione regretted to ask, but the words came out anyway.

"So, how's studying going, Harry?"

"Horrible," the brunette muttered as he ate his dinner. "He doesn't do anything but complain. He makes fun of me and continues to point his wand in my face. I swear if he does it one more time I'm gonna get expelled from Hogwarts…"

Ron sighed for him. "Maybe we should study with you guys next time. You know, to help in any way if he tries anything funny again."

"Thanks, but I don't want you guys to suffer like I do."

"Harry," Hermione said sweetly, "we're your friends. We'll stay beside you through anything."

Harry gave them a weak smile. "Appreciate it." He then wiped his mouth and stood up from the dinner table. "Sorry, but I should get going now."

"What for?" The ginger asked.

"I have to meet that creep soon for another study session. Apparently, I need to work harder on his half of the work."

Hermione frowned in disappointment and Ron shook his head. "Good luck, man."

"Thanks." Harry said and started to walk away from the table when Hermione stopped him.

"Oh, wait! Here, Harry, take these." She pulled out an arm full of books and handed them to him.

"What are those?" Ron asked, a little surprise with a hint of offense.

"Books on your wizard. Harry, the wizard you were assigned was such an amazing man. He led a magic revolt against the Ministry of Magic!"

"Bloody hell! Our guy just invented some new spells."

"Important spells, Ron."

"Whatever."

Harry looked over the books with a smile. "Sweet, thanks, Hermione."

"Why are you helping him anyway?" Ron asked rudely, "Aren't I your partner?"

"Yes, but if you were stuck with that slimy Slytherin partner with no leads on your project, wouldn't you want some help?"

Ron paused and reconsidered the situation. "Yeah, I guess so."

Harry smiled, waved, and left the couple from the table. He looked over the books as he left the room and into the long hallway. As soon as he took the first corner, Draco pushed off the wall he was leaning on, waiting for the brunette.

"Did it work?" He asked.

"Like a charm." Harry said, giving him a smile. "They still think you hate my guts."

"Good. What the bloody hell are those?"

"Books on our wizard. Apparently he led a revolt against the Ministry of Magic a long time ago."

"Dandy. C'mon, this way," Draco said, tugging him in the other direction from the way he was heading.

"Wait, where are we going? I thought you said we were gonna study?"

"We are." He answered with a devilish smile.

Harry narrowed his silver eyes. "The library is that way," he said strictly, pointing behind him.

"I never said we were going to the library."

That's when the white haired fiend took out two towel from his robe he had tucked under his arm and dragged Harry to the next door. Harry's eyes widened as he was shoved into the room. It was a large room with steam floating around thickly in the air. In the short distance was a large bath, taking up most of the floor with the steaming pool of water. Harry spun around to hopefully stop the situation, but Draco was already working on removing the brunette's robe.

"D-Draco! We're suppose to be studying!"

"There's nothing wrong with studying in the bath, is there?"

"With you there is!" Harry dropped the books and Draco dropped his robe and started to pull off his sweater. "Will you stop for a second?"

"What? We've done it like three times now and you're afraid to be naked in front of me?"

Harry blushed as the top half of his body was already bare. "Th-That's not it… What if someone comes in here?"

Draco sighed and took off his own robe. "Always so worried," he sighed. "Everyone's at dinner and mostly everyone is going to bed right now. No one will come in here."

Harry darted his eyes away as Draco started to strip himself. He sighed and continued to make up excuses while he worked on removing his pants. "But we still need to study…"

"And we can," Draco said, appearing inches from him in an instant, "later."

They kissed tightly in the next second. It was short and sweet like Draco wanted, to get things started. They were both in nothing but their boxers before they knew it and started heading for the bath. Draco held Harry's bare chest against his own, combining the two heats into one that grew more and more intense with every passing kiss. Harry cupped Draco's face, allowing the kisses to go deeper and steal every inch of his strength from his very body. As they walked backwards, soon Harry's heel touched the warm water, surprising him with a harsh jolt that broke the kiss. Draco chuckled and lowered him into the water. There was a bench not too far in the water that Harry sat upon with Draco kneeling over him. Since the room was so wide, every noise they made bounced off the walls and echoed around them. The splash of the water made Harry's heart jump into a faster pace and the echoes of Draco's kisses on his chest made him pant harder.

"Draco, wait-ah!" Harry cried out when Draco's knee bumped against his crotch.

He ran his hands down the brunette's chest as he followed them with kisses and nibbles. "You're heart's racing," he whispered.

Harry panted to contain his pants and he started to tremble. "T-That's cause…" He gasped when Draco bit around his nipple at the same time as his hand groped him under the water. "D-Draco, your hands are c-cold!"

Draco smiled evilly and pulled himself closer to the weak and horny boy under him. "Harry," he called softly as he slid his wet hand onto his blushing cheek. He kissed him hard, shoving his tongue quickly in his mouth and turning his head to the side to make it deeper.

The steam was starting to surround them and the heat was flowing from the water into their every move, making them both hot like hell for each other. Yet, as hot as it was getting, a sudden chill made everything as cold as ice.

"Ooh…" The feminine voice echoed around the room in surprise. Harry and Draco pulled away instantly as the third voice appeared from the shower stalls across the room. The ghostly figure of a girl came passing through the door, floating and transparent as the air itself. "A Slytherin snake playing with a Gryffindor birdie? That's unexpected…"

"Myrtle!" Harry cried as he climbed out of the tub. Had being pinned against the edge, he climbed over it and stumbled to his feet. "H-How much did you hear?"

The ghostly girl known as Moaning Myrtle came floating out of the stalls slyly. "Since the 'we should be studying' comment. Who knew two enemies could be so passionate." She giggled evilly as she floated over the bath towards them.

Harry snatched the second towel Draco had out for him and quickly covered himself. Meanwhile Draco was silently drying himself off as well. "L-Look, Myrtle," Harry spoke slowly, trying to gain control of his trembling words. "You-You can't tell anyone what you saw, all right? You can't!"

"And what's stopping me?" She said, twisting her body back and forth in a teasing way. "You can't threaten me with anything. I'm already dead." She giggled again and circled them tauntingly. "I'm sure the whole school would love to hear the famous Harry Potter was getting dirty in the school bath with Draco Malfoy."

Suddenly, Draco whirled around sharply to her and snapped viciously, "Look, you rotten excuse for a girl. You are not going to say a word of this to anyone or I'll have my father tear your very soul to pieces and send you where all ghosts are meant to be, screaming from torture in the depths of hell!"

If Myrtle had color in her , would've been white as snow from the fear that had suddenly swallowed her. She said nothing from the threat and merely glanced back and forth between both boys. She took a deep breath, whirled around, and floated away offensively without another word.

In the next minute, Draco and Harry came rushing out of the room, applying the last bit of their clothes as they hurried down the hall.

"What the hell was that?" Harry asked as he fumbled with his robe.

"She was threatening to tell everyone," Draco said strictly. "I had to say something."

"She's a ghost, Draco!" Harry exclaimed in frustration. "In fact, she's Moaning Myrtle! No one speaks to her but me most of the time!"

"Yeah, most of the time. The other times she blabbing her mouth off to someone on what she just saw back there. If she tells anyone, I'm not hesitating to disintegrate her into smoke."

"Draco!" Harry snapped and halted to a stop.

Draco got inches from his face in a second and shouted, "Do you want everyone to know what we've been doing? How the night you got drugged I actually took advantage of you? How instead of detention, I was making you scream in the Slytherin Quidditch tower? What do you think everyone will say when they learn the famous Harry Potter was being screwed by a lousy Slytherin member?"

In a flash, Harry's hand smacked Draco hard across the face. The slap echoed down the silent hall and caused the fighting to stop. Draco's head was turned to the side from the impact and his cheek turned a fierce red angrily. Harry glared hard in the silence until the sharp golden eyes returned to him.

"Screw off," Harry muttered harshly and stormed away as fast as his feet would let him.

Draco stood alone in the hall with his regretful eyes on the floor and his wet hand on his cheek where the one person he didn't want to piss off had slapped him. He groaned and turned the other way, muttering, "Great," as he left.

Here's the next chapter. Sorry I was having trouble with uploading it. So the first half was uploaded first and now I'm adding the second half xP my bad.