Lucky Day by retroelectric

Summary: Your kind of typical passing letters in class kinda fic, which turns out to be something else altogether in the end. HP/DM slash. Fluff. The title kind of sucks, I know.

Authors Note: This is my first attempt at writing a HPDM slash fic, so please give comments! Thanks. Sorry if slash pairings offend you. HPDM in the book are rivals, but in my story they have a love/hate relationship. Yeah. This pairing is kind of difficult to write about, so I apologise for weirdness etc.

Please note: I don't own Harry Potter and the other characters in the story (except for Lindsey Wells! Inspiration from a Franz Ferdinand song LOL), no matter how hard I wish I did. I'm just borrowing them characters for my author-ritic pleasure. This story has Enjoy!

Harry was bored. Really bored. He was currently in the History of Magic classroom, and had to endure a half an hour more of Professor Binns droning on about trolls. He let his eyes wander all around the classroom. He needed a distraction. He could blow up the class, but when he thought about it again he thought it was too extreme, he decided.

His eyes unintentionally fell on Draco Malfoy's head. Hmm... nice hair, he thought. Malfoy's hair was one of a kind. It was an unmistakable shade of white blonde and it reminded him of veela's hair. It looked so soft to the touch. Harry's mind began to wander.

Suddenly, Harry had an idea. He quickly took out his scribbled on muggle notebook he had from the Dursleys. Prior to what people thought, the Dursleys did not abuse him or whatever. They were scared of him as a matter of fact and had always avoided contact with him (like a bunch of cowards, Harry inwardly laughed) which they were. The notebook was one of Dudley's old torn ones.

He wrote something off a torn page then crumpled it. He pointed a finger to the paper and wandlessly magicked the paper to Malfoy. Professor Binns, whose ghostly eyes remained glued to the ancient book he was droning out of was unaware of what one Harry Potter was doing.

Malfoy jumped a little when he felt something hit his head. He cursed silently, and turned only to find a crumpled piece of paper floating in mid-air. Draco turned around to see who had given him the note. Then, he spotted Potter with his finger in mid-air with a smirk on his face. Draco raised an eyebrow at him when Potter mouthed "Read it".

Draco snatched the paper and smoothed it out. It read:

Malfoy, is your hair bleached or something? I've never seen anyone with such unnatural hair colour.

HP

Draco could have laughed out loud. How random could one get? The thought that Harry had turned nutters after he had destroyed Voldemort had Draco biting back a chuckle. He bemusedly took his quill and dipped it into his ink pot and started to write a reply.

Of course it isn't. Why are you asking such a question? Could it be that you're jealous, Potter?

Draco folded the paper neatly. Trust Potter to ask him that kind of question. He directed the paper to him discreetly with his wand. Harry grabbed Malfoy's reply. He quickly read through the note and moved to write his reply.

Hmm... really? I like it. It's nice. What do you think of my hair, Malfoy?

He sent it to Malfoy. He received a reply a few seconds later. That was quick, Harry thought. His eyes scanned over the note.

I think it looks atrocious. Don't you ever comb your hair, Potter? Why are you talking about hair with me, of all things? You can be such a girl at times!

Harry rolled his eyes. He wrote his reply and flicked it to Malfoy.

I'm just trying to make conversation. History of Magic is boring. Everyone else looks so glassy-eyed its almost scary (except for you and Hermione). So I decided to pass a note to you. Is it wrong?

Draco frowned. He glanced at his classmates. OK, so Potter was right about something. He wrote something and threw it to Potter manually, forgetting he had a wand and that he could mis-aim.

Oops, Draco silently winced, as the crumpled bit of paper missed and passed through Professor Binn's ghostly form who was just passing by Seamus Finnigan's table, ghost-eyes cast downward droning from his text. The ghost teacher bent down (as much as a ghost could) to take the piece of paper "supposedly" thrown at him.

"Who threw this?" he said, in a somewhat angered tone. Everyone seemed to be shaken out of their glassy-eyed reveries when they heard the ghost professor's voice go an octave higher.

Just then, the bell rang. Draco let out a sigh of relief, and packed his bag. Everyone around him was rustling to get away from the angered ghost and he heard the words "think it's funny", "dumb muggle paper" and "no respect" issuing from the old ghost.

Potter caught up with Draco just as everyone was leaving. "Nice one," Potter murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. He smirked and winked suggestively at Draco. He left, and jogged to catch up with Ron and Hermione.

Draco was stunned. To say he was shocked was an understatement. Nice one? What did that mean? And that wink? They've never been friends before, so why start now? Stupid Gryffindork, he thought. He stopped in mid-step and realised something. There was Transfigurations next with McGonagall. He groaned again. Great, another lesson with Potter who's gone stark raving mad.

Luckily for Draco, the day passed with no other distractions, or annoyingly odd notes from Potter. He was headed for the Great Hall for dinner after he had dropped his books in his Slytherin dorm. He started slipping into daydream mode as he climbed the steps from the dungeons.

Hmm...Potter, he thought. Potter was quite interesting. Actually, he had a secret liking to the messy raven locks Potter had. It looked so inviting to touch, like he wanted to further mess up his hair to see how he looked like with even more messier hair. And who could miss those sparkling green, emerald eyes hidden under those long thick eyelashes? He was about to go on about those luscious lips until he realised what he had been thinking.

Whoa whoa whoa! Stop right there, brain! He mentally slapped himself. What the hell was he doing fantasising about Potter like that? He must be going insane! He hated Potter's guts! He groaned out loud, earning an odd look from a bunch of 3rd year Ravenclaws who were passing by. He sneered at them in return. He was feeling all pissed off. Bloody Potter, invading his thoughts and all that.

Meanwhile, Harry was ladling some porridge into his bowl, ignoring Hermione and Ron who were sending furtive glances to each other. As he spooned the porridge into his mouth, Draco Malfoy came barging into the Great Hall, a sneer set on his face. Aww, he looks so cute looking all pissed off like that, Harry thought sounding like a 4th year lovesick Hufflepuff.

His eyes followed Malfoy. Although Harry would not admit it, he fancied him. The I-Hate-You-Malfoy facade was tiring because he really did not feel that way. What he didn't know was, Malfoy felt the same way too.

Malfoy was placing a treacle tart onto his plate. Harry noted that he was using a fork and a knife to cut it into pieces and eating it daintily.

Huh? Harry thought. Who ate a treacle tart with forks and knives anyway? Then he began noticing other interesting features about Malfoy, like the way his bangs fell over his eyes whenever he looked down on his plate...

Draco's fork was in mid-air when he noticed Potter staring at him.

That's odd, Draco mused. Then he noticed the glazed look in Potter's eyes. Was he... looking at him lustily? Draco could have dropped his fork.

Suddenly, Draco had an idea. He cut a piece of tart and slowly devoured it. He made a show of licking at the fork that reminded Harry of something decidedly very naughty. Then Draco let his tongue sneak out and wet his lush, pink lips.

Harry was looking at Draco's face with a look of hunger (not the kind that involves food, mind you). Draco, pleased with the reaction he was getting, he winked at his "audience" and Harry blushed in a manner that Draco deemed super cute and Harry looked down on his lap.

After another treacle tart, Draco grabbed his bag and sauntered out of the Great Hall. Harry saw this, and in a moment of impulse abandoned his porridge to follow Draco. He had a plan. He dismissed Hermione saying " I'm off to do Potions", earning him a suspicious look and wandered off.

Away from prying eyes, Harry took out his Maurauder's Map from his robe pocket in the boy's bathroom. He whispered "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" and searched for Draco.

He's at the library, Harry absentmindedly thought, and headed there.

Harry had always memorized where the Slytherin had always sat in the library. And true enough, there he was. He approached Draco's relaxed form, and tentatively tapped him on his shoulder.

Draco turned behind to see who had tapped him. He did not expect for who he was thinking of to be right behind him, and barely hid his surprise.

"Hello," Harry softly said, a shy smile on his face.

"Yes?" Draco replied, face calm but his heart was beating so fast he thought he might explode.

"Um...could I talk to you? Erm...for a bit, outside maybe?" He stuttered, starting to blush and looked down at his shoes.

He's so cute when he does that shy thing around me, Draco thought.

"Sure, let me grab my books." Draco gathered his books and placed them into his bag.

The both of them went out of the library together and Draco led them to an empty classroom along the corridor. Harry went in and Draco closed the door after him. Harry gulped in nervousness.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Draco queried, looking at Harry questioningly. He sat next to Harry.

He gulped. 'Um...well...um...I wanted to ask you that...um, would you go out with me this Hogsmead weekend?" Harry spoke, voice barely a whisper, feeling all awkward at how close Draco was to him all of a sudden.

Draco inched even more closer to Harry. Though Harry was too shy to look up, Draco's eyes were glittering with happiness. "Of course I would, Harry. I was beginning to wonder when you were going to ask."

Harry blushed yet again, a hint of smile playing on his lips. Draco took this opportunity to grasp Harry's chin softly and look into those intense green eyes. Harry couldn't look away even if he did try, he was deeply mesmerized by how beautiful Draco's eyes were. Then he felt soft lips touching his lips, and he could not help but moan, deepening the kiss.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, and Draco responded, letting his tongue run on Harry's bottom lip. He gasped, letting Draco slip his tongue in. Harry pushed his hand on Draco's nape of the neck, kissing him yet harder. Harry let him explore his mouth with his tongue, the kiss growing even more intense.

Tongues battling for dominance, they kissed each other until they needed to come up for air. Breaking apart at the lips, they gasped for breath noticing how intense that kiss was for both of them. Harry, needing more of the contact from Draco, pulled him flush against his body and started kissing his neck, licking and sucking and biting till Draco moaned and thinking that this classroom was probably not the best place to start shagging his long time rival/crush.

"Harry..." Draco moaned. Harry responded by licking his way from his neck to the back of his ear. Draco shuddered in pleasure. Where had he learned to do that? "Um...stop Harry...please..."

Harry, having heard Draco's pleas, stopped his ministrations on Draco's neck. "Are you alright?" He whispered into Draco's ear. Draco wished Harry would stop doing that, it wouldn't do to have him reduced to a pile of mush in Harry's arms, and in an unlocked classroom too where someone could walk in on them just like that.

Regaining some composure, "No I'm not. I really, really want you to shag me now," Harry blushed again at that, and Draco had to suppress a smile, "but this classroom is not locked and I'd rather go to my room and not worry about someone walking in on us shagging when I want to wake up in a nice warm bed with you in the morning after this." Draco finished the last part of his sentence in a hurry, turning pink himself.

Harry placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Oh, alright. Lead the way," Harry grinned, holding out his arm to Draco. Draco smiled, shrinking his bag and placing it in his robe pocket before taking his arm.

They stumbled to the Head Boy's room, on the 2nd floor, Harry stealing a little more than a few kisses on the way.

They didn't even notice that near the Charms corridor, their actions were being witnessed by the Ravenclaw cheerleader Lindsey Wells, who had a reputation for being Hogwart's biggest gossip queen. She was there because it was a shortcut to the Ravenclaw common room, and didn't want to be caught as she just had a late rendezvous with her boyfriend.

She happened to turn around a corner when she saw Harry snog Draco senseless and do wicked things to Draco's neck. To say Lindsey was shocked was a huge understatement. Two of Hogwart's hottest guys were dating each other! Inwardly, she was rubbing her hands in glee and rushed to Ravenclaw as soon as possible to spread the news that Harry Potter was dating Draco Malfoy. By morning, nearly three quarters of Hogwarts students knew and were gossiping wildly about it.

When Harry stepped into the Great Hall the next day, he was yawning and had a smug, satisfied look on his face. Everybody was silent when he sat at the Gryffindor table next to Ron, but when he sat everyone resumed gossiping wildly again - all centred on the hot topic of the week - Harry and Draco.

After Harry had said hi to Ron and Hermione and grabbed a slice of toast and spread marmalade on it. Ron pondered on the "suspicious rumour", or so he believed. He had heard rumours that Harry was dating Malfoy, and he had found it impossible to believe. He needed the reassurance from his best friend, and hoped that the rumours was not true. His friend had been kind of spaced out lately, and also what with Harry missing from his bed last night.

"Say, Harry, I heard people spreading the most outrageous rumours about might want to know what the rumour is, I could tell you..." Ron trailed off and hesitated, thinking whether had he said the right thing or not.

"Really, huh. What is it then?" Harry replied non-commitally. He could bet he already knew what it was.

"They said that, um...well...you've been dating Malfoy. And yesterday, you weren't in our dorm. So where did you go, Harry?"

Harry suddenly dropped the toast he was eating and rose from his seat. The Hall suddenly shushed, as most students hoped that he would deny the rumours outrightly so they'd prove Lindsey Wells wrong this time. Or maybe Harry was going to yell at Ron - but they weren't prepared for what they were about to witness.

He sauntered off to the Slytherin table. Ron raised his eyebrows at this. Harry headed for Malfoy (gasps and whispers could be heard all around) and promptly plopped into his lap. Draco smiled at Harry, and wrapped his arms around him.

Harry turned his head to Ron, who was looking like he had just seen a ghost. "Why? Jealous Ron? Go and snog Hermione or something." At that, Harry caught Draco in a passionate kiss, with tongues and wandering hands. The pair was so preoccupied with each other that they did not see Ron fainting, or heard the cheers and catcalls all the students were giving them.

It was the best day of Harry's life.

-Fin-