His Lips Caught My Fall by Just Me. Jane.

Summary: After Potions class one day, when Draco "trips" Harry, he falls on top of his victim and kisses him. Ever heard the saying "Did you trip and her lips caught your fall?" Well… switch the 'her' to him' and there ya have it. ; )

Pairing: Draco/Harry.

Rated: M for language.

Warning: Slash. Meaning boy on boy action. Don't like it? Leave, please thanks.

A/N: So like everryyyone that reviewed the first chapter said that they thought I should continue the story. So… I'm HAPPYYYY to oblige. :D

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter… do you really think I'd be sitting here right now writing this?! Uh no. It's called FANfiction for a REASON, people!

Anyways enjoy :D



This is what woke me up that night at about two thirty in the morning. Groggily, I sat up in bed, wiped my eyes, yawned while grabbing my glasses, and opened the bed curtains only to stare at the window. There was a white-blond headed person crawling into the room.

"Bloody – fucking stupid window!" he bellowed again and I had to stare at him more as he fell to the floor in a heap.


The mass of platinum-blond hair looked up from the floor and scrambled to his feet. "H-hey," he said with a nervous smile.

"Uh, hi…" I took in his appearance. He was no longer in his school robes but now was very fashionably dressed in a grey and green t-shirt with dark blue jeans; simple but it didn't matter. It still looked nice on him either way. "Malfoy, you do know that it's forty degrees out there, don't you?" I looked at him, my eyebrows raised in expectation.

He blinked a few times, slightly confused. "Yeah, so?"

"So, do you want to catch a cold?!" I yelled in a hoarse whisper.

He blinked a few more times and then his face broke out into a huge triumphant smile. "Your concern for my well-being is touching, Potter."

I scowled at him, using his own actions against him for once.

He just laughed.

I rolled my eyes and changed the subject. "So what're you doing here then?"

"I have to have a reason now?" he mused, sauntering toward me.

"Uh yeah, I'd say you need to have a reason to be in my room," I clarified, enunciating each of the last words and wondering just what it was he was up to. "What are you playing at, Malfoy?" I crossed my arms and looked up at him from my place on the bed.

He laughed again, breaking out another smile in the process. Merlin… I didn't even know Malfoys were allowed to smile… Most of the time they just played up the sneering and scowling. It was amazing to see a genuine smile on that pale face of his.

When he got to me his smile faded and I could see the serious but lustful—lustful?! Oh god—gaze that he had on me as he took my hand in his and stared right into my eyes. "I'm not playing at anything," he responded in a deathly low voice. He brushed my cheek with his thumb while he held my chin in his palm, closed his eyes, leaned over, and kissed me for the second time that day.

It knocked the wind out of me, to say the least, as he plunged his tongue into my mouth and had a power struggle with my own. I felt like I couldn't breathe but resumed the kissing still, sucking on his bottom lip before I finally surrendering and letting my forehead collapse against his own.

My mind was whirling, giving me incoherent thoughts all around. "You taste like chocolate frogs," I whispered, my mind still clouded.

Draco laughed, the sound like music to my ears. "Good to know," he said with another soft chuckle.

I felt heat come to my cheeks and I could tell that I was blushing furiously. "Don't be embarrassed, Harry. If it makes you feel any better, you taste like raspberries…"

My eyes shot open immediately at that and I found that he was staring straight back into my eyes. His comment made me break out into a huge smile.

"You know you're actually quite cute when you blush," he admitted with another grin.

I scowled at his remark.

I could tell he tried to hold back his laughter for he said in a deathly low voice. "Ooh, a scowl. How very Slytherin of you. I'm actually quite surprised you never made it into that house, really…" his voice trailed off as he continued the thought, staring off into space.

"Yeah, well then where would all of my Gryffindor courage have gone? That's right, it would've just gone to waste."

"Ooh, and sarcasm, too…! Wow, this just keeps getting better and better. Don't tell me I've rubbed off on you…" His eyes went wide in mock horror, leaving me to just glare at him.

"Merlin, you glare, too…! That's it. First thing tomorrow morning we're going to Dumbledore and you're asking if you can get re-sorted. Better yet-"


"-why don't we just do it now? Come on, let's go, I mean I'm sure you can convince him, you are, after all, just about his favorite-"


"-student here so I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind if we just barged in there unannounced in the middle of the night and besides, y'know, it would be nice to be able to sit with you in the Great Hall day after day after-"

"DRACO!" I interrupted more firmly this time before he could go any further.

He looked at me. "Yes?" he asked innocently, giving me puppy-dog eyes as he pouted.

I stared at him for a moment or two, scrutinizing his face as he looked at me blankly. "…Is your whole family this crazy… or is it just you?" And then I burst out laughing.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Potter," he sneered and then glared.

I heard someone stirring at that moment. Damn.

I looked out of the bed curtains to see who it was then shut them again. "Just Ron."

Draco looked at me, slightly confused.

"Bad dreams. Spiders, y'know…" I smiled when I saw him repress a shudder.


A/N: Hah! So I think I'm going to leave it here until the next chapter comes to me. Anywho, I hope you liked this chapter and… review review REVIIEEWWW…!! -says in sing-song voice- :D

P.S…: I REALLLYYYY hope that you didn't think Draco's ramblings were weird/lame. Oh god, I sure hope not… lol, anyways though… see you all next chapter…:D