Draco brushed the strand of dark hair away that had fallen in front of Harry's eyes. Harry was sleeping, blanket wrapped around his waist, lying on his stomach yet facing Draco. Draco was leaning up on his elbow, just watching the slow intake of breath as Harry slept. He couldn't believe how he had fallen for this boy, what a dare had turned out to be.

"You have to flirt with him outrageously, make it believable though." The seventh year Slytherin had pulled Draco to one side on his way out of the common room to give him his challenge. It was customary for the seventh years to challenge the sixth years to see how worthy they are to take there place.

"But Potter." Draco sighed. "He will never believe it, we have been enemies for six years now… I doubt he will fall for something like that."

Draco ran his hand along Harry jaw, Harry stirred but did not wake. He felt it was impossible to keep his hands off Harry, he wanted to spend every waking moment with Harry, every minute he was sleeping he wanted to be sleeping in Harry's arms, it was all so unexpected.

"Morning Potter." Draco said in a soft and sultry voice. Harry turned, surprised but who was standing behind him… talking to him in the way that he was.

"Malfoy" He said in reply. Harry turned back to the essay he was writing. Draco moved round and sat on the table next to where Harry was working.

"What are you doing?" He asked almost in a whisper.

"Our Potions homework, what is your problem Malfoy?" Harry snapped. Harry put down his quill and began searching in his bag through all the crumpled pieces of parchments for the notes he had made on the shrinking potion. When he turned back round Draco was sucking on the end of Harry's quill. Harry glared at Malfoy and threw everything back into his bag. "You can keep that by the way." He snarled and left the library.