February 1995

I probably should not have taken so much pride in the badge on my chest, but it was nice to be valued for once. The school never did appreciate me as much as it should have, especially not with that foolish Dumbledore ambling about. But with Umbridge as headmistress, I was finally getting the respect and admiration I deserved as a Malfoy. The badge gave me a number of benefits, but my personal favorite was that it meant that I could be in the halls whenever I wanted without getting in trouble, no matter how late it was. This was technically because I was supposed to patrol the corridors for good-for-nothing Gryffindors, but I used it as an excuse to wander when I had insomnia. I've always had a hard time sleeping. Usually when I close my eyes all I dream about is my father telling me how disappointed he is in me for whatever preposterous dream thing I've done. Sometimes it wasn't even anything specific. So I liked to avoid sleeping as much as possible. Before the Inquisitorial Squad, I simply paced around the Slytherin common rooms and talked to whatever restless souls were up at that hour.

But with the new administration I could pace the halls and explore new areas of the castle. I had managed to get lost only a few times over the past few months. It was on a night in February, that I wandered down into the basements of the castle. Some of the windows were impossible to see out of because they were coated in snow from the most recent storm. I was walking down the corridor when I heard a door slam not far away. I jumped in surprise and heard footsteps getting louder and louder. I instinctively wanted to avoid company, but I remembered that this was an opportunity to get another student in trouble. So instead of fleeing, I charged down the corridor. As I was approaching the corner, the student in question flew around the bend and collided into me.

"Watch where you're going!" I shouted angrily. I just barely caught my balance and stood back up to see none other than Harry Potter standing in front of me. "Potter? Oh," I sneered with a grin, "You're going to get it for being out in the corridors after hours"

"Oh shove off, Malfoy," Harry retaliated. He was clearly agitated.

"I'm taking you straight to Umbridge for this. Not only were you out in the corridors after hours, but you insulted a member of the Inquisitorial Squad. And you shot a hex at him!" I smiled wickedly, eager to get some revenge on him after he and the Weasley twin attacked me in a Quidditch game a few months ago. I reached out to grab his arm, but he yanked it back out of my grip.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on me. I have permission to be down here. Just ask Snape."

"I don't care, Potter." I sneered. I stepped closer to him to intimidate him. "Permission or not, I'm going to get back at you for what you did to me."

"Oh boohoo, Malfoy. Your life is so fucking hard."

I smirked, "Tsk tsk tsk, foul language isn't going to help your case."

"You're not taking me up to Umbridge," Harry insisted, trying to move past me "Get out of my face. Save yourself the embarrassment and get out of here."

"Make me," I sneered, blocking his path again, "Try and make me go away. No matter how hard you try, you are not going to be able to get me out of your hair."

"What's your problem? Why can't you ever let anything go?"

"I'm not the one that started this little spat, Potter." I said, shoving him out of instinct. We were just inches apart and it felt like the only way to threaten him.

"Take the high road then and be the one to end it," He shoved me right back, despite his words of peace and ending the conflict.

"Fine. I'll end it right here and now."

"Yeah right, go ahead and try me," Harry taunted, sneering at me.

I don't know what drove me to do it. I don't believe I was actually thinking. Instead of starting a full on brawl, magic or otherwise, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled him close to me, and kissed him hard. Our mouths crashed together uncomfortably. He was understandably shocked and pulled away almost instantly, but he still lingered long enough to absorb what had happened.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He said angrily, although he had lowered his voice to a hush.

I had no idea myself, so I simply shrugged.

He looked at me as if I had just grown three heads, "You're insane."

"And you liked it, and I'm still going to report you," I smirked and started to walk away down the corridor.

"You're such an insufferable brat, you know that?" Potter snarled as he followed me.

"If that's the case, why are you following me?"

"Because I'm not going to let you report me to that psychopath again."

"If you don't want me to report you, all you have to do is kiss me."

"You're supposed to hate me, why do you want me to do that?"

I shrugged, practically skipping up the steps,"Because it's fun to torture and embarrass you by making you do things you hate."

Potter still stayed close behind. Before I could head up the main stairs, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to face him. "I'll do it, but not here."

"I don't care where, " I reasoned.

Harry didn't say anything to this, he just let go of my arm and gestured for me to follow him. He quietly wandered down another hall and lead us into an empty classroom. He shut the door behind me and cast a few charms under his breath, "I wouldn't be caught dead kissing you, much less alive and rational. You're never to speak of this to anyone. Ever. Understand?"

"Don't worry. I can't blow my cover either. I'll never breathe a word so long as you don't."

"Right then," He said, sighing as he realized that he would actually have to do it now. "Any other stipulations you'd like to make before hand?"

I shrugged and leaned against the wall behind me, "No. Just act like you mean it."

"Okay…" Harry said as he took a few awkward steps closer.

He didn't seem to know what to do with himself. It would have been comical if it wasn't so sad, "Get on with it then, I'm waiting."

Harry finally got within a foot of me, and I couldn't help but notice he compulsively licked his lips. He abruptly weaved forward and kissed me. He remained there for a second before pulling back. He overcompensated and shifted a few paces back again, "There, happy?"

"Are you kidding? You call that acting like you mean it?"

"Well apologies, your highness, if I'm struggling with this. Like you can do any better than that. The kiss in the corridor was terrible and you know it."

"Yeah? I bet can kiss you better than you just kissed me."

"Try me."

I reached out for his hand and gently reeled him back into me. He was a few inches shorter than me, which was to my advantage. I brushed his shaggy hair out of his eyes and caught the look in them. The expression of confusion was evident, the fear behind it less noticeable. I let my fingertips graze down the side of his face. I leaned in, shutting my eyes halfway. My lips were parted, but I only let them graze his mouth at first. I finally pressed our lips together as gently as I could muster. As much as I wanted to ravage him, I resisted to prove a point, that I was better than him at this. My hand rested lightly on his neck as we kissed. He didn't pull away, and neither did I. Not right away anyway. Our mouths moved together easily, and I let it last several moments before I finally pulled away from him. I took a slow step back, but the gap between us was still significantly smaller than it had been.

He seemed to instinctively touch his fingers to his lips, as if checking to see if they were still there and that it had actually happened.

"Okay, you got me on that one. You're better at faking enjoyment than I am," He said.

"Now, your turn."

"But I already did what you asked."

"You know damn well you didn't. I said, 'kiss me like you mean it'. All I did was model what that ought to look like," I said with a shrug.

"Fine," Harry rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes, seeming to steel himself for it. When his eyes opened again, there was something unrecognizable in them. He came back to me, moving faster than I had expected. He caught me off guard with the kiss. The first time had been a very obvious attempt to make it fast. This was something different. His lips were firm against mine, aggressive but not attacking. His hand on my waist pulled me so close that our bodies pressed together. He even went so far as to bite my bottom lip before our lips separated. He didn't pull away from me like the first time. We remained there, pressed together, exchanging a curious look. Harry had certainly taken me by surprise. It had not been what I expected, it was far more — lustful than I had expected it to be. Was it acting or something else?

"Is that good enough for you?" He didn't need to speak above a whisper, because we were still so close together.

My mouth curved in a smirk for half a second, "Yes. But was it enough for you?"

"Shut up," He said coldly, suddenly letting me go and starting to move away from me again. "So we're agreed, no fessing to Umbridge?" He confirmed as he walked back a few steps, still keeping eye contact with me.

My shoulders fell and I sighed, "Yeah. I won't."

"Good," Harry turned away and headed back for the door.

"Harry, wait," I said, the words slipping out before I could stop myself.

More surprisingly, he actually stopped in his steps and glanced over his shoulder at me.

I opened my mouth but couldn't think of what to say, so I shut it again. Harry watched me expectantly, raising a brow. I swallowed hard, glancing away from him nervously, "It's still late, if you sneak out there you're going to get caught by someone else. And they're not going to let you get off free like I did."

"I think I can manage for myself, thanks." He started turning away again.

"No, no. You're better off staying here."

"Why?" He asked, turning around to completely face me again. We were standing quite far apart now, and the distance was driving me crazy. "Don't tell me that Draco Malfoy, of all people, cannot bear to let me go." He took one step closer. Just one.

I swallowed again, "I don't know what you mean by that."

Another step, "Oh, I think you do. Say it, Malfoy."

I couldn't help but stumble a few steps forward as well, "I — I want it."

"Want what? Be specific," Harry was egging me on, but I couldn't figure out why.

"Merlin's beard," I muttered angrily. "I want more. I want you." We were only an arm's length apart again. I gave up any attempts to pretend that this was an act anymore. I stepped closer to him, "So tell me, Harry, what do you want?"

"You want me to be honest?"

"Yes." The gap had been closed again. We were face to face, like we always had been, squared off to fight each other.

"I want to blow off some steam."

I smiled at my luck, "Well, I think that can be arranged." In a split second we were at it again. Rather than one of us taking it and the other giving, we were going back and forth. He'd bite my lip, I'd bite his.

He shoved me up against the wall of the classroom, forcing a moan out of me. This seemed to entertain him as he smirked against my lips. Our hands kept us linked together, but I ventured to slip mine under the back of his faded blue shirt. He didn't seem to have any problem at this, didn't make any notice of it. That is, until I dragged my nails down his spine, probably harder than I needed to. I had wanted to mark him, blemish him, give him just one more scar to bother him for awhile. I didn't want him to forget this. Judging by the way his back arched, he seemed to embrace it. Our hips had pressed together, and I couldn't help but notice that we were both getting aroused. He undid the single button that kept my robe on and let it fall to the floor. I shoved him away from me long enough to peel my sweater off over my head. Our gasps for air were incredibly audible, and I hoped that one of the spells he had cast on the room had been a silencing charm. I stripped off his shirt, he unbuttoned mine. My tie was loosened and fell to the floor with my shirt.

Our bodies had separated in this process, and he took a minute to look my half naked body over with a cocked brow.

"Surprised?" I asked.

"A bit, I just always assumed you were … not the athlete you pretend to be," He admitted without the tone of disdain he normally had around me.

I smirked, "No, I actually bother to stay fit."

"Yeah right, you probably just like staring at yourself in the mirror."

I shrugged again, "Can't say you're wrong."

This brought a smile out of him, and it was almost shocking to see. It was a genuine smile of amusement. It was something I rarely if ever saw from him, unless it was from across the Great Hall where he was laughing with Ron or the mudblood. His smile slowly faded and he let his hand run down across my chest, a curious expression on his face.

"You've never touched another man, have you?" I asked gently.

"Of course not," He said simply. "Are you trying to suggest you have?"

"Here and there," I admitted, not willing to confess any names. We were still sworn enemies, and I didn't need to give him any more ammunition against me than he was already getting. "If you want to know what it's really like, you're going to have to go lower."

Harry glanced up at me when I spoke, evidently worried.

"Don't act like you aren't dying to know what it feels like. Go on, give it a go," I smiled, leaning back against the cool wall once more, my hips pushed out slightly toward him. His hand hesitated just above my navel. He was sweating now, looking terrified but excited at the same time.

"Scared, Potter?" I whispered tauntingly.

He glared up at me. I had gotten under his skin that time. The anger in his face somehow only made him sexier. "You wish," He let the words drip from his lips just as he popped the button on my slacks.

The zipper came down slower than I thought was physically possible. The son of a bitch was taunting me. His hand grazed indirectly over my underwear.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He asked, keeping direct eye contact with me.

The look alone was almost too much to bare. My throat tightened and I couldn't remember how to speak. I nodded. As soon as I did, he pulled his hand away. He never could do what he was asked. Instead, he slowly took my slacks down to the floor, following them down himself until he was on his knees in front of me. He never took his eyes off me. I hated him so much for making me the weak one. He slowly tugged at my boxers, pulling at the back and exposing my rear first. He seemed to be taking his sweet time at revealing the last unseen part of my body.

"So, Malfoy, just how desperate are you?"

"Fuck you."

"Maybe later. For now I'd rather just mess with you," He teased, finally removing my underwear as he uttered the last syllable. He smiled wistfully as he glanced up at me, "Aww, you really do want it, huh?"

It took a lot of willpower to not hit him in that moment. Harry snickered as he licked the palm of his hand and took hold of me. Just the knowledge that my enemy had his hand around my cock was enough to arouse me, but the actual sensation of it just pushed me further. I had a bad feeling that this was not going to last very long. He rubbed his thumb over the head and my muscles stiffened. I could not bare to look at him any longer and tilted my head up, staring at the ceiling. I worried, momentarily, that he was going to get mad at me for this, but he didn't seem to care. He slowly ran his hand in a familiar rhythm. I couldn't help but think how many times he had gone through these motions with himself. That was the only reason he had any idea what he was doing, and I knew it. That was why he hesitated to do anything else.

Indeed, he did not dare to touch his tongue to my bare flesh, though he did certainly seem to be enjoying himself no matter how much he may have denied it. I ran a hand down into his hair and had the impulse to force his mouth onto me, but I decided against it. I would let myself be weak to him just this once. Just as I was mentally promising myself that I was going to be sure to give him twice as much hell from here on out, I was startled by his tightened grip on me. In a matter of seconds I was groaning and coming onto his hand.

He let go and I caught my breath. I heard him murmur a spell under his breath and looked down to see he had cleaned the mess off his hand immediately. Couldn't say I blamed him. My skin was on fire, my breaths were bated at best, and my muscles were trembling slightly.

He stood and we stared each other down for what felt like the millionth time that night. I stood before him naked, exposed, unsure of what to do or say. He leaned in and kissed me one more time. It was salty, but I wasn't sure why. It was brief, gentle. I let my hand touch his chest for the first time. He was not nearly as toned as I was, but it was still something to be admired. He rested his hand on the one I had against his chest and pulled it down to his belted jeans. I didn't need to be told what to do, I knew what he was insinuating with his touch. In a matter of seconds, his clothes were removed from him and we stood stark naked together as we snogged.

I gripped him tightly in my hand and was delighted at the sound this provoked from him. I had longed for this for some time now. For years all I had wanted was to befriend him, but it became increasingly obvious that it would never work out that way. When I had first discovered my own truth, that I craved him as far more than a friend, it had upset me horribly. I had turned to another man to try and dissuade myself from Harry. I convinced myself it was just lust for a man in general, not a yearning for Harry himself. But I still wanted him afterwards. No matter how many times I got off (with myself or others), I still wanted to feel his body and kiss his lips. Why I had impulsively kissed him on this particular night, I'm still not sure. All I could think about in the moment was to get "the chosen one" to orgasm.

I pulled our mouths apart and let go of him. He briefly looked like he was going to kill me for not finishing the job, but this look vanished pretty quickly when I knelt in front of him. A coy smile curved my lips up as I held his cock in my hand and kissed the tip innocently. He leaned back against a desk just behind him, his hands gripping the edge tight. Unlike him, I actually knew what to do to drive him insane. I dragged the tip of my tongue down his shaft, tracing a vein. He groaned and when I glanced up I noticed he had thrown his head back as well. I let my fingertips caress the shaft as I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock. Harry let out a faint whimper. I kept my gaze up toward him as I lowered my mouth down along him, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm. His hand weaved its way through my hair as I massaged him with my tongue. I picked up pace, ignoring the growing ache in my jaw. Ever the kind one, he felt the need to mutter that he was close. I ignored it. He tried to speak again, but was cut off by his own cry of pleasure as he orgasmed. I didn't mind him cumming into my mouth. I had enough practice to be accustomed to the salty afterwards. I slowly slid my mouth off of him and swallowed. I glanced up at him, but his head was still tipped back as his chest heaved.

I slowly stood to my feet in front of him. He finally opened his eyes and looked my way. I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to kiss him. Hold his hand. Sneak into one of our common rooms and curl up together. But that was a boy's pipe dream. Harry seemed to finally realize what had happened. He sighed softly and reached for his clothes. I did the same. For a few painful heartbeats we were quiet.

He spoke first, "Thanks for that. I needed a pick me up."

He acted like I had bought him a pint rather than sucked his dick. I didn't reply to him. I moved to lean against the classroom wall again, this time fully clothed.

He glanced over his shoulder at me as he adjusted his clothes. He looked away as he whispered, "Not a word."

I cleared my throat, "Right."

"And don't think for a minute that this is going to happen again," He said menacingly, his dislike of me coming back into his voice.

I refused to believe that it couldn't happen again. "Whatever you say. You know where to find me if you need to 'blow off steam' again," I started past him and pecked his cheek innocently before he could stop me. This seemed to be his breaking point. He stepped away and rushed past me to the door, quickly opening and letting it slam behind him as he left. I flinched, waited five minutes, and left to return to my own common room. I had a feeling I would sleep like a baby.