Chapter One- The Midnight Encounter

Draco tapped his foot impatiently and ran his long fingers through his platinum blond hair as he glanced down the deserted hallway. The torch's flames created long, looming shadows on the cold, cement walls and flickered slightly. Draco reached into his cloak and retrieved a worn piece of paper that had clearly been refolded many times. He squinted at the parchment and reread the message he had read numerous times that day.

Meet me at the storage room in the East dungeon at midnight tonight.

Draco knew who had sent him the letter. He had recognized Harry Potter's snowy white owl when it had appeared at his bedroom window that morning. Draco was intrigued by the boy's invitation and he silently wondered why his rival had asked to meet him. Draco looked down the shadowy hallway one last time before crumpling the piece of paper into a ball and tossing it onto the floor. He started to walk away but turned around when he heard footsteps echoing behind him. Harry Potter was standing in the middle of the dark passageway staring peculiarly at Draco. His face was flushed and his untamed, dark hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead in chunks.

"You're late," Draco said coolly.

"I know," Harry replied, brushing the hair out of his eyes. He took a step toward the door to his right and gave Draco an unexpected smile. "You came," he said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah," Draco said slowly. "I'm not really sure why though."

Harry opened the wooden door and stepped inside, motioning for Draco to do the same. Draco hesitated but followed the boy into the dilapidated room. It was small and the shelves were layered with years of dust, it was obvious that it had been a long time since this room had been used. Harry shut the door behind Draco and leaned against the wall casually, never taking his eyes off the blond. Draco crossed his arms and glared at the other boy menacingly.

"Curiosity had gotten the best of me," Draco drawled. "What do you want?"

"I sort of," Harry mumbled. "I sort of have a problem."

"And what does your bloody problem have to do with me?" asked Draco, sounding bored.

"A lot," Harry replied, brushing the fringe out of his eyes. Draco was momentarily taken aback by the boy's electric emerald eyes but he quickly regained his composure.

"Just get to the point, Potter," Draco sneered, trying to avoid the brunette's intense gaze.

"You see," Harry finally said. "Ginny is in love with me."

"And how does that have anything to do with me?" Draco asked annoyed.

"She gave me a love potion," Harry replied.

"I don't care that you're in love with Weasel's little sister," Draco said, starting for the door.

"I'm not in love with Ginny!" Harry yelled frustrated.

"Potter, what the hell are you talking about?" Draco asked, turning around to look at him. "I thought you just said that she gave you a love potion."

"She did," Harry said softly while he moved closer to the blond boy. "Except it didn't work the way she wanted it to."

Draco slowly raised his head to look up at Harry. Their faces were only a few inches away from each other now and he noticed that his heartbeat had uncontrollably quickened. Harry leaned closer to Draco and their lips almost brushed.

"She wasn't the first person I saw after I drank it," Harry whispered.

Draco could feel Harry's warm breathe on his face and his lips tingled in unconscious anticipation. Harry leaned closer to Draco and closed the small gap that separated them. Draco's eyes remained open as Harry kissed him. His lips parted and Harry's tongue instantly invaded his mouth. Draco gave in to the pleasure for a moment but he slowly came to the realization that Harry Potter was kissing him, and that the damn savior of the wizarding world was quite good at it. Draco placed his hands on Harry's muscular chest and pushed the boy forcefully backwards onto the floor.

"What the hell was that?" Draco yelled. Harry ran his fingers through his tangled hair and closed his eyes.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Harry mumbled. "I'm so confused."

"The hell you are," Draco sneered.

Harry looked up at the boy and Draco noticed that Harry's piercing green eyes looked lost.

"Draco," Harry said quietly. "I think I'm in love with you."

"First of all, we are not on a first name basis, Potter. And… w-what?" Draco stammered.

"You were the first person I saw after I drank the love potion," Harry confessed. "Do you remember throwing that roll at me the other morning?"

"Damn," Draco said sarcastically.

"You're the only thing I've been able to think about!" Harry yelled frantically.

"I can understand why you've been obsessing over me," Draco said, his lips curling into his trademark smirk. "I am gorgeous."

"Get over yourself," Harry said. "You're so bloody vain."

"That might be true," Draco said, kneeling down in front of Harry and looking into the boy's eyes. "But right now, I own you."

Draco kissed the other boy on the tips hard and was rewarded by Harry's passionate response. Draco quickly pulled away once he saw the other boy's reaction and gracefully stood up.

"I'll be in touch, Potter," Draco said seductively as he turned and walked out of the room. Harry stared at the door from his place on the floor and touched his swollen lower lip with his fingertips.

This was definitely going to be interesting.