Hermione snuck into Harry and Ron's room and smiled at the two laughing boys later on in the night, "I'm glad everything worked out ok."

"Me too, I hated hating Harry." Ron agreed happily, saying his sentence three times fast and failing miserably to keep his words coherent.

"Hey, you guys? Could we keep this to ourselves? I wouldn't want people going around calling me a fag and it possibly getting back to Uncle Vernan," Harry suggested innocently.

"But what about Malfoy? He might tell someone." Ron said and anger filled his voice when he spoke the name as though he could actually hate the being even more than before.

Harry shared a look with Hermione that said; Let's both agree not to talk about Malfoy around Ron, ever.

"I'll talk to him…" Ron and Hermione shot Harry two glances; Hermione of worry, and Ron of annoyance, "Ok, I'll write him a note or something asking him not to tell anyone about it."

"Now that we have everything fixed we should just forget about it!" Hermione exclaimed quickly and ran out the door to her own dorm in the other tower before the other two could respond or even agree to Harry's plan.

"Hermione's' being awfully strange lately." Ron mumbled as he crawled into his bed.

"Yeah well she's a girl, Ron. Maybe she found a crush who actually hits on her and she might not feel like hanging out with us losers anymore." Harry said in a light and teasing voice.

"Oh do shut up!" yelled Ron as he threw a pillow at Harry. "I'm not a loser."

Harry laughed as he caught the pillow. "Ron's took chicken to ask Hermione out!" he yelled loudly.

"Shut the bloody hell up, Harry!" the other male laughed as he threw three more pillows at Harry until the laughing teen stopped making noise.

Things were back to normal that night…except that Harry couldn't get Draco out of his mind long enough to have a good sleep and Draco couldn't stop thinking of what Harry had done to him.

This is maddening!

Draco exclaimed in his own head. Why, oh why can't I get Potter out of my bloody head?! He knew why, he just didn't want to admit to it, no he couldn't admit to it. Not if he liked living thank you very much. He sighed and ran a hand through his normally perfectly kept hair. I wonder why he gave me head… Just thinking about it makes me get horny…the way his tongue slid up and down my shaft as he deep throated my whole penis in one try… Draco sighed loudly at the bulge in his pajama pants and the wonderful, enigmatic memory. But why would he do that? Why would he go so far to fuck with my mind? How could he know it would work so perfectly? Or perhaps he had wanted to. Perhaps he wants me just as badly as I want him. Oh god I want to feel his mouth on mine again so badly. Shit, now I know it won't go away.

One of the many perks of having a rich father is that you had people to do everything for you: cook, clean, and even masturbate, if you didn't feel like doing it yourself. "Hey, Percy," he called.

A girl with short black hair bounced into his dorm and she smiled at him. "You called?" she tried to do a sexy voice but Draco ignored that.

"Suck me off," his voice was very cold and completely non-bullshit material.

After she was done and had swallowed he sent her out. She had whined and pouted but left anyway on his insistence.

What an annoying bitch. He thought as he shook his head and laid down to go to sleep in the room he had to himself—another perk of having a rich father.

He rolled around the bed and tried to get calm enough to sleep, but he was too exhilarated to turn his mind off. He kept thinking about Harry Potter, his warm mouth doing so many naughty and wonderful things to him…

Groaning at the new bulge in his pants, Draco rolled onto his side and tried not to think of anything. It worked long enough for him to drift off into the dream world but the very first thing he dreamt about was Harry, and every dream, along with his first, was all sex and Harry Potter.

In the morning, Harry woke up to his alarm clock beeping at him to surface from the world of dreams. It was one of those digital ones that honestly pissed Harry off with its annoying bleeps. Harry is not the type of person to get pissed off easily but this thing did it every single morning without fail.

"No!!" exclaimed Ron while throwing a pillow at Harry, signaling that Harry needed to turn the alarm off. Harry happily obliged with a loud slap. "I don't wanna go to Professor Snape's class," he whined pitifully as he sat up, red hair in disarray.

"We have to," muttered Harry as he sat up and rubbed his head lazily. "Or you could skip and get detention when you're caught but then you would have to see him even more after school hours…"

Ron looked over his best friend and he couldn't help but notice that his black hair was disheveled and there would be absolutely no helping it. His bare and tanned chest shone slightly in the morning light that was let in through the cracked window.

"Wow, if I were gay or bi you would be in trouble, Harry. Though I do prefer those without a tan." Ron wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

"Why's that, Ron?" Harry asked while rubbing sleep from his green eyes. He was a bit slow in the morning…

"Because you look really fuckable right now." Harry gave him a confused look and Ron flushed, "Don't get me wrong! I can appreciate looks when I see 'em."

"Oh Ronnie…" Harry cried out in a sexy voice, "Come here and help me with my morning wood!"

Ron blushed, called him a bloody idiot, and threw another pillow at Harry (where did all thepillows come from you may ask? Well they have about twenty and everyday one of them is pervish or keeps annoying the other they throw them back and forth and they exchange pillows too often to count).

Harry stood up and was surprised to see that he really did have a morning boner. He definitely hadn't been expecting that.

"You were kidding, right?" Ron asked nervously, Harry missed the slightly pleading look in those big, green eyes that a certain person (whom had not been introduced into this story yet) found extremely sexy.

"Well duh." Harry rolled his eyes and went to take a cold shower. He took his clothes with him so he wouldn't have to worry about being seen in his boxers more than absolutely necessary.

Draco sat up in bed three minutes before his alarm clock would go off. His body always woke him a couple of minutes early and he never really cared to find out why. Switching the alarm clock off he stood up and stretched his naked body to get rid of the kinks from sleep. Looking back at his bed he was surprised to see it was disheveled and whit spots covered a lot of places. Draco must have had a lot of orgasms in the night and his bed was unusually messy and him uncharacteristically tired.

"Damn," he mumbled as he quickly stripped off the deep green sheets and tossed them in a pile of dirty clothes.

He somehow knew it was going to be a long day.

Draco took a quick shower, fixed his white hair, got dressed, and packed the stuff he needed for Professor Snape's class. He stopped on his way out of his room, a red spot on his neck catching his eye. He looked the thing over, tracing it gently with his eyes and a solitary finger slowly. It was a hickey, the first in his entire life, and it was from Harry Potter. Should having a hickey from his arch nemesis make butterflies erupt from his stomach as he walked out of the room?

"Oh my gosh, Drakie-pooh!" squealed Percy as soon as she saw him, "A letter just arrived from, like, your dad!"

"You didn't read it, did you?" there was a warning in his voice accompanied with a snarl of disgust at her nickname.

"No, of course not. Your dad would totally skin me." She giggled and placed the note in his outstretched hand while thinking that his 'little threats' were just his way of showing he cared.

Draco sat down on a couch and tore open the letter.

Dear Son,

I heard you had sex in the Slytherin Quidditch changing room, but I do not know whom with. I'm sure she was very lovely. If it was that Percy girl, even better.

You mother and I think it is important that you find someone to settle down with and soon. Tell me whom it was that you slept with in the reply to this letter.

Lucious

Malfoy

Draco just stared at the letter in disgust. As if he would ever spend the rest of his life with that girl. She was an annoying bitch and a whore not worthy of his time, though he sometimes fucked her because she was good and his father approved.

But there was a problem. Draco's father had told him to tell him whom it was that he had slept with. Father would know instantly if Draco lied, and yet if he told him the truth his father would do something nasty to him, he was absolutely sure of that. So the question was; which would be worse?

Moments later an idea came to him and he would put it into action during the Quidditch practice tonight. It was simple and it would work, he was a Malfoy after all.

Draco let out a sigh and it hit the letter with his breath, sometimes his father would write something in ink that would only be visible to those that had the right breath.

The Cause needs to know if you have found a young, male wizard in your school whom you think would be strong enough to convert and use for a special purpose. Make sure it is not someone important to you because he will never be the same again.

Once the person was done reading the message in the strange ink they could blow on the ink once more and the letter would burst into flames. Which is what Draco did. Percy gave a shriek and asked why he did that.

"Is that any of your business? I'm gonna be late for class now." He walked out the small door without another word and in a horrid mood.

Harry stared at the door to the dungeon hard, as though it would make Professor Snape appear any faster. He wanted to get this class over with as soon as possible for this is the only class that he has to sit next to Draco. Sure he secretly liked being near Draco, but he also openly didn't. There was always a strong urge to molest him, though Harry felt afraid because Draco had said that Harry had raped him. The teen couldn't help but ask himself if it was really rape or if Draco was just saying that to cover his own as, literally.

Perhaps he should have skipped first period, taken a girl out to the Quidditch changing room, fucked her, told his father it was just some random girl, then gone to second period class. That has been is brilliant plan he came up with in the Slytherin common room, but he didn't, he went to class instead and that was not the best thing he could have done.

When Draco walked into the room he didn't look at Harry, rather he looked at the empty seat next to him that Draco would soon be sitting in. Not once did Draco acknowledge Harry's presence but he had to when a note fell onto his desk. He looked at Boy-Wonder with a confused/angry expression on his handsome face but the boy was looking at the board. Draco took the note, unfolded it, and read it to himself.

Hey,

Look, I know last night I did something to you I had no right to do and I'm…sorry. It was rape and I shouldn't have just gone and done that but I gotta ask: why didn't you stop me? You could have just pushed me off and told me to go fuck myself but you didn't. You let me do that to you and it seemed like you enjoyed it…sorry, I'll stop.

Anyway, why don't we pretend it never happened? You want that I'm sure or else I would probably be jumping you right now. Besides, I've heard of your dad and he doesn't seem like the type to accept that sort of thing…

Harry

PS: write back if you want.

The handwriting was sloppy but slightly legible and Draco almost asked Harry what he had written in some places. Almost. Draco got out a quill, inkbottle, and a piece of paper.

Wow, Boy-Wonder is not only a rapist, he's a polite rapist! How sweet…

Draco crumpled that up because he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Hell, if Potter could be civilized then so could he.

I suppose you were just experimenting with your sexuality so I don't really care.

Why do you think I didn't stop you? You're making this a bigger deal than it needs to be. You do know that right?

Yeah I enjoyed it, but you were good with your mouth so there's no surprise there. Have you ever given anyone else a blowjob before or was I your first?

No, my father would not accept this (whatever this is); I'm already a failure in his eyes, I don't need anything else to fuck up the way he thinks of me.

Do you want to forget it because you don't want people to know you gave me a bj or because you are actually worried about me?

Malfoy

Draco passed the note to Harry as Professor Snape walked into the dungeon classroom.

"You have a project to do so get out your cauldrons." He said in his slithery voice as he began to scribble on the board.

Harry and Draco quickly got out their cauldrons and when Harry came up he noticed the note sitting on his desk, folded neatly into a square.

He swiped it up quickly and placed the cauldron where it had been before tucking the note into his coat pocket, he would read it after this class.

The project was simple enough that Harry barely had to pay attention to the Professor as he explained in a dry voice what to do. Harry and Draco got theirs done (though Draco's was bright pink and it was supposed to be piss-yellow) in no time along with Hermione, Nevil, and Ron (Ron and Nevil getting loads of help from Hermione of course). Others got theirs done quickly as well but it didn't matter because they aren't the main characters.

Professor Snape walked up to Harry and Draco who were being very quiet, "Is there something on your minds?" he asked slowly, in a perpetual slur and demeaning tone since he thought so highly of himself.

This brought the attention of almost all of the students in the classroom within hearing distance to the two boys sitting more quietly then they ever had. Professor Snape had moved Draco beside Harry to torment the boy and because Draco liked to torture Harry—it was like their mutualagreement—but they weren't fighting which was too odd for words in everyone's minds.

"No, sir," Harry answered and looked up at the older man innocently.

"Not really, 'cept I don't think I have this potion right." Draco muttered darkly to the Professor.

"You just need to add a little bats wing." Harry offered and, if the class had been quiet before it was silent now. Nobody moved, and the only sound came from the ominously bubbling cauldrons.

Draco added a single bat wing and the potion turned yellow, just like it was supposed to. "Thanks," he said and looked away.

Somebody actually fainted at the sound of Draco Malfoy thanking Harry Potter. It was an unheard of feet that no one thought would ever be completed.

"Mr. Weasley, take your overdramatic sister to the nurse." The Professor said and looked a little hesitantly at the two boys. "Has a spell been cast upon you both?" that was what a lot of people were thinking as Ron took his little sister out of the room. She had been delivering a message to Snape from one of the teachers when she heard Draco say thanks to Harry.

"Not that I know of, sir." Harry replied.

"Go see Dumbledore." The teacher turned his heels and walked swiftly back up the isle to the front of the room. "Both of you go, now!" he yelled impatiently.

Both boys arrived at Dumbledore's office with nothing eventful happening on the way there. Except Harry fight a losing battle with his crotch to take Draco into the nearest abandoned classroom and finishing what they had been doing yesterday.

Harry knocked on the Headmaster's door and an old, wispy voice told them to enter. "What seems to be the trouble?"

"Professor Snape sent us here because he believes that we are bewitched or something." Stated Draco simply to the Headmaster.

"Ah, well Snape is an interesting character, no?" his eyes laughed behind moon rimed spectacles. "I suppose I should check and see if you are cursed. But why would Snape think that you two were under a spell?"

Draco looked at Harry from the corner of his eye, a motion that Dumbledore did not miss but made no comment about it. Such a look shows trusting feelings between two people that he did not expect to see between the future Death Eater and the future Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"I helped Draco with his potion and he said thanks to me."

"That is rather remarkable but not something I would send you to the Headmaster for. Perhaps you two will finally be abele to get along?"

"Perhaps…" Harry mumbled.

Dumbledore's eyes lost their laugh and he said, "We are no longer being listened to."

"Huh?" the boys said in unison.

"I'm afraid," Dumbledore sighed slowly, "That this school is full of spies, no matter what you do, you are going to be watched, though the person watching may not always be foe."

"What are you saying, Dumbledore?" Draco asked, trying to hide his nervousness.

"I'm saying that a student of mine saw what you two did. And I'm not talking about Ron, whom I'm sure you know saw you both."

"Shit…" Harry whispered darkly.

"Who was it?" asked Draco, he would kill the little cretin.

"The person has told only me and they promised not to tell a soul. They are from Gryffindor so we can trust them."

"Sir, could you please cast a spell on them or something so they have no chance of telling my father?" Draco looked frightened and seemed to regret what happened even more than he had before.

"Memory spells are very dangerous and unpredictable. I could accidentally erase who they are in their own minds."

"If my father finds out… I don't even want to know what he will do to me." Stated Draco in a cold voice; he didn't care if Harry heard him practically begging which meant he was serious. "You are the most powerful wizard alive, I'm sure you can handle it."

Dumbledore didn't chuckle, his face remained dead serious and Harry was wondering whether or not he should leave since the conversation was no longer any of his business.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that," he closed his almond shaped eyes and did not open them again. It was as though he went to sleep right in front of the boys. Which also meant that they were supposed to leave.

As Harry and Draco walked down the hall, Harry tried to talk to the other teen.

"Draco…"

"The only thing you should call me is Malfoy."

Harry stepped in front of Draco, blocking his path.

"What will your father do?" he asked the question with an intensity he saved for important times.

"Why do you care?" Draco asked in a snotty tone, trying his best to make up for the begging in that office.

Harry took a step toward Draco and Draco took a step back, keeping them about two feet apart.

"Because I'm compassionate, now tell me." Harry took another step forward; Draco took another back, almost reflexively.

"No," another step forward and another back.

"Why not?" another step forward and another back. Draco could feel the presence of a wall coming up closer from behind him and he began to feel nervous. But his anger kept him from bolting.

"Because you don't really care." Another step forward and another step back: in about two steps Draco's back would be against the wall with a very sexy-when-angry Harry Potter pinning him there. Think Draco think!

"We. Are. Enemies! Isn't that reason enough?" another step forward and another step back. Draco's back hit the wall with a quiet thud (thankfully no one else was around in this part of the castle: Dumbledore likes his privacy).

Without saying anything, Harry took another step forward (placing his thigh in between Draco's legs) and put his hands on either side of Draco's head while putting his forehead upon Draco's, their noses brushed slightly and Draco felt his heart rush at the close proximity.

"Someone might see."

"Tell me what your father will do to you and then I'll back off."

"If you don't back off right now, once we go on break you'll never see me again."

"Why's that?"

"My father might kill me…or worse…"

"Why?" Harry gave Draco a stunned look and he considered stepping away from the shorter teen. But his thigh was so warm, pressed against Draco's crotch and all…

"My father is not very accepting of such things as I already told you in the note." Draco was very proud of himself. He was this close to the one he loved in an unholy way and he was still able to think…until Harry began to put some pressure against his groin.

"I haven't read it yet." Harry backed off after another gentle push, though he didn't want to let Draco go.

"Let's go back to class before we get into trouble." Draco mumbled as he pushed Harry aside and walked away with Harry obediently in tow.

A pair of yellow eyes danced with excitement at what they just witnessed. Not nearly as juicy as yesterday but both boys were definitely getting closer, more familiar with each other even though Draco was being stubbornly childish and refusing to give out anything more interesting just yet. The being with yellow eyes was pretty sure that Harry would be able to get Draco to do something soon enough. They sure as hell hoped so because pretending to be a student here was starting to become a pain in the ass…