Have you ever had one of those days that just felt out of place? Like something was going to happen but it was such an ordinary day that nothing seemed different, so you go on about your day knowing something just has to happen but not knowing the time or place in which it could happen; today was one of those days for a certain Harry James Potter.

The room was silent as it was every morning around six, though, that couldn't have been said for the occupant throwing random clothes left and right trying to find a clean pair of jeans to wear. Of course like any other teen he had an abundance of clothing, even jeans, but he wasn't looking for just any pair of pants; these pants where his lucky pants. Why they were his 'lucky' pants no one knew, with a giant rip in the knee and the faded looking pant-legs screamed that they have seen their better days.

"Where are they...?" He gave up on his closet awhile ago and was back looking through the random piles of assorted clothing on his floor. "Can't find-- ah-ha! Found them."

Sitting back on his heels he smiled brightly as he held up the ragged piece of worn out cloth. "Why the hell do you have to be so hard to find?" He mumbled under his breath sliding the garment on his lower body.

Now people would say that owning a special, meaning 'lucky' or 'favorite', piece of clothing was stupid and childish but Harry didn't really care. These jeans were special to him, thus he had worn them any chance he could.

Finishing off his daily activities which mostly consisted of brushing his hair, even though it didn’t do any good, and teeth, and washing face. He began his semi-long journey to the much despised school.

"Hey 'Arry!" A red haired boy waved at Harry down the hall. "G--s --at!" He tried shouting over the crowed.

Harry chuckled. "What?" He shouted back, still waking forward.

"Huh?" The red head asked as Harry got closer.

"I asked you what you said." Turning around he found his locker amongst the others and put his com in, failing the first few times.

"Guess what Harry?"

Harry lifted his eyebrow and 'hmm'ed' as he picked out his book and folder for his first block class. "What Ron? Didja’ pass your drivers test? Yet?"

The said boy pouted. "No... But I will! Next time."

"Sure you will." Harry laughed leaning against his now shut locker. "That's what you said the time before that." He teased, poking his friend in the side. "But hey, fifth times the charm, right?"

Ron slapped Harry's hand away. "I'll have you know that it's the second time not the fifth, thank you very much."

"I'm sure it'll get there eventually." Harry said rolling his eyes.

"But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about!"

"Oh yeah." Harry switched feet that he was leaning on. "What is it?"

Ron's smile got really big and Harry knew in an instant that it was better than any driver's license.

"Hermione and me are going to the movies." The red head stated, trying to hide the pent up happyness but failing miserably.

Harry smiled, slapping his friend on the back. "Congrats mate! It's about damn time, I was wondering when you were going to ask her. Thought I'd have'ta hit you with something really hard in the head to get you to ask."

It was actually a miracle that it didn't happen. Ron's hard-core crush on Hermione was not the most secretly kept thing with the red head, and was getting on Harry's nerves every time Ron would try to talk to her only to freeze up and stutter about nonsense. "So when you going?"

"Today. I'm taking her to see--" Ron was cut short by the sounding of the first bell, signifying that class shall begin in no latter than five minutes.

Harry patted his friend's back for the second time. "Tell me at lunch, mate. I've got to get to class so I can get a good seat in the back. Out of spitting range."

Ron and Harry departed laughing at the joke about there second most hated teacher all the while never realizing the pair of eyes that were trained on them.

--

Harry entered the class room in a dead run. Even though he still had two minutes left he really didn't feel like having a spit shower today, and he was beginning to worry that today just might not be his lucky day.

"Geese Potter, you act as if your ass is on fire. What's your rush?"

Stopping at the door he looked to his left and what he saw made him scowl. "Nothing prat."

"Aw. That hurts, Potter. Right here." The boy placed his hand over his chest about where his heart would be located.

"Stuff it, Malfoy, I'm not in the mood." Harry said as he entered the classroom.

Yes! He mentally cheered, there was still the long table in the back that had no one else sitting at it. Walking to the said table he sat his stuff down fully pronouncing that that seat was his.

Someone placed a book bag next to his and sat down in the other seat. "I guess it's our lucky day, Potter, a seat in the way back."

Harry groaned as he looked over at the blond boy sitting next to him. None other than Draco Malfoy himself sat in the second seat that he was sharing a desk with.

"Do you hav--" Harry was cut off by the loud shrill of the bell saying that class has now begun.

Sitting down Draco purposely moved his leg so it was touching the other boys and looked away pretending to be clueless when Harry glared at him.

"Okay, class, please begin with the short warm-up on the board. Today's going to be a slow day considering finals next week so all you'll be doing today is a review sheet that, if you'd be so kind sir," The teacher said handing the pile of papers to a random student in the front row who flinched away from the water works coming form the teacher's mouth. "Now I want complete silence and no goofing around. That goes for you Mr. Thomas."

A handful of people groaned and pulled out a sheet of paper and began working, Harry being one of those people. Draco on the other hand had a different idea on what he wanted to do with his time.

Sneaking a hand under the table he pretended to wipe his palm on his pant leg. Looking around to make sure no one was paying any attention to their surroundings, Draco placed his hand over on Harry's knee and gave it a squeeze.

Harry's eyes grew abnormally large as he whipped his head around to face Draco. "What are you doing?" He hissed in a quiet whisper. "Get your hand off of me now!"

Draco gave a mocking pout and moved his hand up further to his thigh, making Harry cringe and suck in a sharp breath. "But... I don't want to... I like it when you squirm because of me. You know what I'd like to do is get you up an all fours on this desk stark naked and pound that nice little as--"

"Will you shut up!" Harry lowered his head to the desk, closing his eyes and tried not to think of a certain blond headed annoyance. It had been like this for weeks now. Draco would make a move that involved touching him in some way and he would just push the blond away trying not to blush. It was a daily occurrence that sometimes left him with two problems; how he was going to get rid of his pants problem, and two- where he would be getting rid of his pants problem.

The blond boy frowned. He wanted Harry's attention on him right now and only him. He began rubbing circles up his desk partner's leg slowly inching closer and closer to the front of Harry's pants. After hearing another sharp intake of breath he stopped, "Potter."

When he got no answer from the other boy, he roughly grabbed the front of Harry. "Damn it, Potter listen to me. You know how well I take to people ignoring me."

Harry gasped and involuntarily thrusted forward making the desk move forward a little. Covering his mouth with his hands he looked to see if he'd caught anyone’s attention, and to his surprising (depending how you look at it) luck no one even twitched.

"What the hell do you want!" He strain-fully hissed swatting Draco's invading hand away roughly, a blush starting to settle over his cheeks.

Draco smirked and lowered his had back to Harry's knee. "I want to know something." He whispered, inching closer to the other boys ear.

Harry refused to look at the blond haired nuisance, so he opted to stare blankly at the worksheet that was passed around. "What?"

"I wanted know if you'll go to the movies with me tonight."

Dumfounded, he looked up at Draco with an expression that simply said 'what-the-hell-are-you-on?' "What? No! Why the hell would I want to go to the movies with you none-the-less?"

"Let me rephrase this," Draco said sternly. "I am going to take you to the movies today after school around seven, whether it's willingly or not. I just thought that I would play the nice card for once and actually ask for your permission but seeing as you are stubborn, I have to use force."

"Why wont you just leave me alone?"

"Because, my good enemy, I want to get into your pants." Draco answered with a smile, sliding his fingers into the hole in Harry's jeans to further the point.

Harry slapped at the offending hand and moved as far as the desk would let him to get away from the physco blond. "No. Now leave me alone, you bastard."

"Only if you say yes."

"No." Draco rolled his eyes and began to move his chair closer to Harry's. "Okay, okay- just stay away."

Smiling, Draco went back to his side of the desk and began working. Harry sighed thanking and cursing whatever god was looking down on him.

After first block the day went pretty much uneventful aside from the random times he'd run into his blond haired enemy that'd either gromp him in suggestive places or give him suggestive glances. He also learned that the movie Ron and Hermione were going to see was one that Ron had been dying to see for awhile now. The day was so ordinarily boring that he actually forgot about his and Draco's little 'date' to the movies.

--

"So Ron," Harry said slapping his friend on the back as they walked out of the school building. "Whatcha' going to wear?"

Ron froze. "Y-you mean I gotta dress up!" He asked visibly panicking.

"No, no, no, of coarse not!" Harry reassured, smiling weakly.

Ron let out a strained breath. "So... What are you doing tonight?"

"Most likely nothing. Maybe I'll watch 'Attack of the Killer Leeches' again." Harry said adjust his back-pack to a more comfortable position on his back. "Or 'The Hand... Which ever one sounds better at the time."

"Man, what is with you and your stupid movies?"

Harry grinned at his friend. "What can I say? Their crap-tastic!"

The red head laughed, "You have weird taste."

"Yeah... Well see ya' later, Ron. Good luck on your date with Hermione tonight."

"Thanks mate, see ya' Monday."

Harry nodded, waving behind him and walked in the opposite direction of his best friend to his house.

--

Upon reaching his home Harry immediately was out of his school shirt and slipped on a simple black wife-beater. Why he always changed after school was a mystery to him but it almost became a ritual. His mother left him a note stating that her and his father went out for the night and that if he got hungry he could order a pizza.

He didn't feel that hungry just tired. It wouldn't have mattered if he'd gotten sleep or not when he slept, school is just that tiring. Yawning he picked up his book bag and made his way to his room. No matter how sleepy he was he needed to finish his homework first.

Only five more days... He thought to himself as he set his stuff on his bed and climbed in after. Getting comfortable by placing a couple pillows behind his back and head he placed his book on his lab and began working.

When he finished half a hour later (with the exception of one or two questions), Harry threw his book down to the floor and flopped forward, face first into the end of his bed. Wasn't I suppose to do something today...? Harry racked his mind trying to see if he forgot about something but couldn't come up with anything. Oh well. Guess it wasn't that important.

Closing his eyes he fell asleep in that position and in that position is where he was when he awoke hours later to a loud knock on his door. Looking over at his digital clock he groaned. "Six-forty-five... The hell?" He was mad, he already had a hard enough time getting sleep and now that he could really sleep (and peacefully) he was wakened by someone.

Another loud knock on the door reminded him that there was someone actually there. Summing up energy he was lacking, Harry pulled himself off his comfortable bed and groggily walked to the door. Whoever it was knocked again causing Harry to growl and fling open the door. "What the hell do you... Draco?"

Draco arched an eyebrow and looked over Harry's attire. He was still wearing the same pants he had on but his shirt was replaced with a snuggly fitting black tank-top that complementing his slender torso. The blond mentally drooled and felt his pants tighten at the sight. Licking his lips he smirked as he realized something. "Sense when do you call me 'Draco?'"

Harry looked at Draco with wide eyes. "I-I did?" Scratching the back of his head he grin goofily. "I didn't mean to. You just surprised me is all. What are you doing here by the way?"

The blond looked at the other teen skeptically. "Don't you remember are little-" He paused trying to find a word for it. "Hands-on chat in first block?"

"O-oh..." Harry blushed. The only thing that wanted to come back to him was the feeling of having Draco's hand touching him in his privet area. "Y-yeah I remember. So-something about a movie, right?"

"Yeah." Draco drawled out sarcastically.

"Uh... I'm not... Ready?"

Smirking, Draco took a hold of the other teens wrist and pulled him out, the door shutting behind him due to Harry's grip on the door knob. The blond nuzzled his nose into Harry's neck and nipped at it playfully. "You look fine to me."

The blush on Harry's cheeks darkened as he felt pleasant chills run down his spine. Pushing the offending boy away, he rubbed at his neck. "Stop touching me so much."

Draco smirked as he walked to his car, fallowed by Harry. "So," he said starting up the car. "You're saying that you like it when I touch you. I knew it." He said proudly.

Harry turned his head to get his seat buckle and to hide his intensifying blush. "That's not what I meant." He pouted and Draco just laughed as he pulled out of the drive way and drove towards the theater.

--

"So what movie do you want to see?" Draco asked as he led Harry through the cinema’s door hand in hand.

"I don’t know," He ripped his hand free of his captor. "Surprise me." Harry said sarcastically and walked over to sitting area.

Sighing Draco walked over to the ticket booth and smiled upon seeing a certain movie poster. If he knew his stubborn dark haired enemy as much as he thought he did, he would absolutely love that one.

Buying the tickets, Draco walked into the commons area and sat next to Harry, who currently had his nose in a magazine. Draco arched an eyebrow in amusement and shock when he read the cover.

"Where the hell did you get a Cosmo magazine?"

Harry nodded his head over to a particular section, "Over there."

"Well you're going to have to read it later, 'cause our movie starts in about two minutes."

Draco stood up and offered a hand to help the other teen. Harry glared at it and stood up on his own, never once giving it another thought. "So what are we seeing?"

The blond sighed, he knew the other wouldn't take his hand, but it was worth a try. Right? He couldn't help himself, all he wanted to do was touch and be near the boy. Every time he would try to tell Harry what he wanted to say the teen would rip away from him, never giving him the chance. Truth be told he wanted the other boy for quite some time now, if you haven't guess that already. Draco was somewhat frightened of what the other boy would think if a guy would like him, the 'guy' being him none the less. He just hoped this worked to relieve some of the tension between them.

"Hello? Focus, Malfoy." Draco was brought back from his musings by something poking him in the face.

"Huh...?" Shifting his eyes downward ((Harry wasn't that much shorter than him)) he saw that Harry was, in fact the one who was poking him, but was mere inches from his face. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Harry's lips move.

"Damn it, Malfoy, stop spacing out. You're the one who brought me here. Where are we going to sit?"

"Uh..." Looking around he found that he had subconsciously walked into the theater room and from the looks of it they were almost alone. There was a couple people sitting up front but that was it and he smirked at that fact. "Somewhere in the back."

Harry looked around and saw a row in the far back corner with only two seats in it. "Over there?" He asked pointing to it.

Draco nodded and mentally cheered. "That'll do."

One of his hands snaked it's way to Harry's waist, innocently lifting his shirt a little. Harry 'eeped' and glared at the offending teen, but Draco just smiled explaining that he didn't want to fall as they walked over to their seats and took a mental note that Harry was very cute when he blushed and looked flustered.

The lights darkened as they sat down, Draco unwillingly let go of Harry's waist, but settled on placing it on the other's thigh. Harry was about to reprimand him but Draco put a finger to his lips indicating for him to be quiet and pointed at the screen.

Harry's gaze lingered on the blonds lips for awhile longer 'till he heard a shattering scream come form the front. The movie had begun and Harry's knew exactly what they were watching. It was one of his all time favorites, 'Attack of the Giant Leeches'. A small confused smile formed on his lips as he nudged the boy next to him.

When he got his attention he pointed at the screen. Draco smiled and handed him something from his pocket.

Unfolding it he read the title with some trouble but got the point. It was an advertisement for what the theater called 'Maddened B-Movies. (MBM)' that was going on today.

"I would have told you what was going on but you started being pissy and would let me." Draco whispered in his ear making him flush darkly at the hot breath on his exposed skin. "And I knew that you just adored these... 'Crap-tastic' movies. So enjoy."

Harry shivered. He didn't realize how cold he was 'till Draco leaned back over to get comfortable in his own seat, and took his body heat with him. He didn't know why, but he wanted the blond to warm him up. A scene played flashed through his mind that made him blush and awaken a valid body part.

"Thank... You." He whispered, blushing.

Draco looked at Harry and smiled warmly at him, squeezing his thigh to get the other to squeak and tried to swat his hand away. "No problem."

Harry did, in fact, squeak and he blushed fearsly afterwards. Even if there were only about two other persons there and that no one could really see him, it was still very embarrassing. Specially if you liked it and wanted it to do more than just lay there.

After sitting and watching a very poor conducted movie for about an hour, Draco was surprised at how entertained he was. He was positive before he came that he was going to be bored out of his mind, but he would sit through it if it meant that Harry would be there. And that's why he thought he could stand the movie was the simple fact that the boy was there, next to him, laughing and pointing out all the obvious wrongs the movie had. If it weren't so cheesy sounding he would admit that just Harry's presents makes him happy, and that the boy was having fun while in Draco's presents made it even more thrilling.

Through out the movie Draco's hand had been making it's way up slowly 'tll where it was now- on his hip, under the wife-beater and dangerously close in hooking into the waist band of the dark haired boy's pants. Even if he was content on what was happening, Draco was confused on why Harry hadn't swatted his hand away yet. It couldn't be because he was to into the movie, because every now and then Harry would peer down at his legs.

Speaking of which, he did it again and squirmed around. What the hell is he looking at? Draco thought as he looked down at the front of Harry's pants, and the sight that greeted him made him almost giggle. Almost. No matter what situation giggling was absolutely not for him. Instead he snorted with amusement.

No wonder why he hasn't been pushing me away. He was too busy with that. Smirking Draco ran a hand gently over the obvious bulge in Harry's jeans, making it twitch.

Harry's eyes went as wide as they could when he felt Draco's hand touch him there. He tried to cover up his moan by in taking a sharp breath. "What are you doing!"

Moving his body so that he was straddling Harry, he bent down ran his tongue over the outer shell of the boys ear. "Shush. I know you like it. Though try to be quiet."

"Quiet for what? What are you going to d-" Harry was cut off by Draco's hand over his mouth. "I said, be quiet."

Harry nodded and felt a shiver run down his spine when he felt Draco slide down to the floor between his legs. He gripped the side of his seat when the blond started to unbutton and zip his pants.

Draco didn't pull down the pants, though it would of made it a lot easier, but there was still a slight chance that they'd get caught. He didn't want anyone else to see his soon to be boyfriend like this other than him. Heh, he was selfish. So what? But he did manage to get the flap open enough to free Harry's almost hard erection. "I never would have thought you were one to go commando..." He teased.

"Ah..." Harry groaned forgetting to keep his voice down. He shiver as he felt the cool air on his member and almost shouted when he felt Draco's warm- wet mouth engulf half of it and wrap a hand around the rest of it. "Oh gods."

Letting the boys shaft fall from his mouth, Draco looked up and scowled. "I told you to be quiet. Now shut up." He whispered hotly. "If you can't then we'll have to stop. You don't want that do you?"

Harry shook his head wildly.

"Good." Draco said, lips moving closer to the tip of Harry's shaft he kissed it. "'Cause I don't want to stop." -And took him into his mouth again.

The grip on his seat tightened and Harry had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning out loud. He wanted the blond to suck harder but was afraid that he would stop again, and how he didn't want that.

If you were to ever ask Draco what his favorite thing to do was, he would most likely answer with something close to this. Making his most wanted person moan and squirm underneath him, and to have the said person beg for more from him. It made him very happy.

Draco once again let Harry's erection fall from his mouth but his hand almost immediately took its place, pumping it in a normal pace. Looking up at his classmate, he could have sworn that he could get off just by watching Harry's face. The boy had a look that if not studied carefully could pass off that that nothing was wrong, but it was the little details that caught Draco's attention.

Harry's mouth was slightly open and he was breathing hard, though it was mostly coming and going through his noise. His eyes were closed and every so often would flinch as if expecting something to hit him.

"Do you like this?" Draco started pumping his hand faster to get his point across and started going even faster when he saw the slight nod from the other boy. "Then tell me.

Harry opened his mouth to whisper something when the lights in the theater brightened, reminding them both where they are. Draco looked at the lights then back up at Harry, noting the others flustered look, that to him made the teen simply edible.

"Well, I guess the move is over." Draco said, standing and helping Harry up with a tug on his arm.

"God damn it." He cursed under his breath, doing up his pants.

Walking out of the cinema, Draco couldn't help but laugh and poke fun at how the other was walking.

"Yeah, well, you would be walking like this if a certain someone stated something that they didn't finish."

"Touché'."

"Are you sure this is where you parked? This doesn't look familiar..." They didn't go out the same way they had came into the theater but Harry was reassured that the exit they took would lead them to where they needed to be. Though now he wasn't so sure the blond teen was telling him the truth...

"No."

Harry stopped in mid-step. "W-what!"

Draco took the opportunity to pin a certain flabbergasted Harry to the brick wall behind him. Harry had to clutch at Draco's upper arms to keep himself from tripping.

"I said 'no'. This isn't the way to my car but very close." The blond said as he nipped at the captive teen's neck. "Think of it as a little rest spot, or something."

"Huh! Are you trying to tell me that you want to have sex with me!"

"That obvious?"

"In an ally!"

"... That obvious too?"

The dark haired teen bristled. "Damn it Draco, I am not having sex with you in an ally!"

Draco swiftly unbuttoned and un zipped Harry's pants again. "But you will have sex with me."

"T-that's no-not what I m-meant!"

With a quick shuffle and a yank, Harry's pants fell to the ground. "H-hey! Don't ruin those pants!"

"Why do you wear them anyway? They're all worn out and faded." He asked, using his foot to slide them off of Harry's feet and kick them to the side. Then taking the position he had before and pinned Harry back to the wall. Taking his knee, Draco wedged it between the dark haired boys legs adding pressure and moving it back and forth.

Harry gasped and wound his arms around Draco neck as a desperation for more contact. "Th-there my favorite pair." He answered a little out of breath.

"Why?" Draco asked, grabbing the back side of one of Harry's thighs and lifting it up so it could rest on his hip. "You wear them a lot."

"Be-because there the pair you gave m-me for my b-birthday last year."

Draco smiled and kissed Harry lovingly, bringing both of his hands down to cup his class mates ass. Harry moaned when he felt the other teen's hands on him, without thinking he lifted his other leg so that it too rest on Draco's waist. The only thing keeping him from falling was the wall and the tight grip his legs had around Draco.

Mapping out Harry's mouth never ceased to amaze Draco. The taste, texture, and space gave him the upmost pleasure. His hips thrusted forward and they both moaned at the contact of their erections.

"I-- need-- help-- pants." Was all Draco could mutter through random heated kisses. There thrusting of the lower regions never ceased but only continued to become more frantic and needy.

Lowering his hands to Draco's waist band, Harry tried blindly to take off the other's pants. It would have been a lot easier if he could see and if he weren't in a hurry but somehow he managed it. The pants fell and Harry moaned at the feel of Draco's shaft against his ass.

"Mm... Draco."

"Sh, love. This is going to hurt. Try to relax as best you can." With that said and a slight nod from the darker haired teen, Draco guided the tip of his erection into Harry.

"Ah!" Pain surged through his body making his grip around Draco's waist tighten. "Hurts..."

Draco nuzzled his face into Harry's neck and began to nip at it lightly, trailing small kisses along the boy's jaw. It was the only way Draco could think of distracting the teen from the pain as he buried himself fully into Harry. Then he waited for him to adjust to the feeling of being completely full.

"You c-can move when you want to." Draco whispered in Harry's ear. He had to use most of his self control to just keep still inside the boy.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. The only indication that he could give to assure Draco that he heard. He didn't know if he wanted to move, the pain was to great and he felt like he was being ripped in two. He felt Draco's member twitch inside him and a little sense of pleasure ran to his own aching shaft that was currently wedged between him and the blonds’ bodies.

"O-okay." Lifting his body the best he could he felt Draco pull out and then thrust back in setting an almost deathly slow pace.

One of the thrust managed to hit something within Harry that made his eyes open wide and his mouth open in a silent scream. "Oh gods!" He moaned thrusting his hips down to meet Draco's, hitting the same spot again.

"Mmm, found it." Draco couldn't handle the slow pace anymore and when Harry thrust back at him it shatter the remaining control he had. Pushing back he let only the tip reside inside the willing boy and slammed back in making dead aim to hit Harry's sweat spot.

"Ah!" The fast pace that was set didn't seem fast enough in either teen's mind. After the fourth or fifth time Draco hit that same spot, Harry could feel a familiar feeling in his stomach. He was close. And so was Draco by the looks of it.

"Oo- shit... D-Draco, I-I'm gunna... Gunna."

Draco's hand gripped itself around Harry's erection and started pumping it in-time with their thrusting. "D-do it." He muttered huskily in Harry's ear. "Cum for me."

With one last thrust that hit directly on his sweat spot, Harry came with a shudder and a shout that echoed off the ally's walls. When Draco felt Harry's passage tighten around him, he knew he wouldn't last any longer and with two more thrust he came inside his now lover coating Harry's inner walls that seemed to milk him for all he was worth.

"I can't... Believe we just had... Sex in an ally." Harry said trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah, well... You're to difficult... For... Your own good." Draco replied, as equaly out of breath as his companion. Sliding himself as carefully as he could out of his lover, Draco placed Harry down on his own feet and pulled up his pants. "But it was good. You can't deny that."

Harry lightly slapped Draco's shoulder, "Shud'up, and help me with my pants."

--

"This means your my boyfriend right?" Draco asked when he parked in front of Harry's house, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Leaning over Harry captured Draco's lips in a kiss. "Or coarse, he whispered."

"That's good." Draco smiled.

Harry gasped as if just realizing something very important. "Wait a minute... How did you know where I lived? I know I never told you."

Draco froze, eyes scanning else-where. "Well... Um... I-"

"And how did you know that I like crappy movies!" He gasped again, "And where did you get the term 'crap-tastic'!" Harry pointed an accusing finger at his now boyfriend. "Where you stalking me!"

"Kin... Da...?"

"What do you mean 'kinda' you stalker! How many times have you fallowed me hom--"

Harry was interrupted by a pair of lips on his and a sneaky tongue that was making it's why into his mouth. When they departed, the blond smiled as he took in deep breaths. "Only a couple... Five maybe -if someone was counting- twelve times."

AN: I own a copy of all the movies mentioned. I love me some classic horrors.

Dedicated to: Ammuor nikithaek