Shiver

Shiver

You build me up
You knock me down
Provoke a smile
And make me frown
You are the king of runaround
You know it's true

Inconvenience. That's what N.E.W.T. Potions was to Harry. Sure he needed the credit to become an Auror when he graduated, but he was beginning to think that this type of torture wasn't worth his dream job. This was a particularly painstaking lesson on the elements involved in making Veritaserum. To make matters worse, Draco Malfoy decided he would take this opportunity to be a malevolent pest.

"Oh boy, Potty's making a pretty pink potion! Too bad it's supposed to be green..." Draco drawled, his signature smirk lacing across his face.

"Put a sock in it, Malfoy," Harry whispered with daggers in his voice. He frantically looked over his instructions and sighed in relief when he saw that he hadn't royally screwed up. He just needed to add a bit more frog liver to make the potion the right color.

"For the love of Merlin, Potter! I can't BEGIN to understand why anyone would let someone as dimwitted as you attempt to take this class," continued Draco, adding an evil heckle, "because it's obviously reserved for those who have the brains to at least know how to boil an egg."

"I said shut up, Malfoy," retorted Harry furiously as he began to add the liver he just measured. Hermione, who was sharing a table with Harry, gave Harry a 'let-it-go-because-he's-toilet-scum' look.

"Oh, don't add that," Draco continued. "You should leave it pink. I'm sure that mudblood next to you thinks it's quite pretty."

SMACK!

Before Hermione could even blink, Harry jumped out of his seat and punched Draco square on the nose. Draco jumped and tackled Harry, and the boys rolled around on the floor, knocking their tables and spilling their potions all over the floor.

Professor Snape swooped from his desk, bearing down on the boys who were battling on the ground. He grabbed both boys by their robe collars and set them on their chairs. "How dare you disrupt my class like this? I, no doubt, expect this behavior from Potter. Therefore, I'm taking fifty points from Gryffindor, and Potter will receive detention," stated Snape. Draco smirked until Snape turned to face him. "As for you, Mr. Malfoy...considering this is your first time acting up in class," he began (Hermione scoffing in the background), "I shall suggest that you think before you pounce next time. You will be joining Potter in detention. Now, you will both stay after the bell so that I can give you the time and location of you detention." Snape turned swiftly, and stormed back to his seat.

Hermione turned to a dumbstruck Harry and whispered, "The nerve of him! He didn't take any points from Slytherin."

"Well naturally he doesn't want his house to lose the cup, does he?" he retorted, an annoyed and exasperated tone in his voice. Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to cleaning her station. When the bell rang, Harry reluctantly strolled towards Snape's desk to receive the details of his punishment.

"You two will be serving detention in the trophy room, polishing every last trophy until you can eat off of them," began Snape. "I'm making you two do this together. This will give you two the chance to either learn to tolerate one another or bloody each other up enough to avoid further disruptions in my class."

Both boys left the room, Harry muttering curses under his breath and Malfoy still (remarkably) smirking maliciously. "Good reaction in there, Potter. I was hoping you had it in you," said the drawling voice behind him.

"Can it Malfoy! I've had enough of your smart ass comments," Harry said without looking back. He quickened his pace, but the blonde Slytherin took care to keep up. Harry stopped dead in his tracks because he just realized what the last part of Malfoy's comment was. "Wait...why would you hope that I'd beat the snot out of you and land you detention?"

"Oh, you'll see tonight. Catch you later, luv," Draco said radiantly. Harry turned abruptly toward him (since his archenemy just addressed him as 'luv') just in time to see Draco wink at him before he walked away.

Harry, slightly confused and feeling as though he'd traveled to Japan and back by means of a portkey, walked dazedly to Charms.

You chew me up
And spit me out
Enjoy the taste
I leave in your mouth
You look at me
I look at you
Neither of us know what to do

"...Can't believe it...late for detention...not gonna polish one more until...arrgggh," mumbled Harry, as he scrubbed the fourth trophy dedicated to some wacko wizard for 'services to the school'.

Both he and Draco were supposed to report to the trophy room at seven 'o clock that evening; however Draco had taken it upon himself to be late. It was now a quarter past seven, and he was still nowhere to be found. Considering that Snape already did his routine check-in, (deciding to give both Draco and Harry an extra detention for Draco's absence) Harry was about to just skive off the rest of detention. However, he turned toward the doorway and came face to face with the blonde Slytherin.

Harry threw his rag at Draco's face and, as he sat on the nearest stoop, said, "You're late, so you get to do the next four trophies. Oh, by the way, we have detention tomorrow - same time in the Astronomy Tower cleaning equipment - because of your fashionably late entrance." Harry gave a huge sigh as he sat down and watched as Draco walked swiftly across the room, not once taking his amused gaze from Harry (which was quite a feat because the room was completely full of trophies).

"You know, Potter, you've got something going for you when you're all hot and bothered like that," Draco drawled as he began to polish the nearest trophy haphazardly.

Harry looked up abruptly, taken aback by the statement, and replied, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

Draco raised his left eyebrow slightly, amused by the hostile reaction. He put the rag down, walked over to Harry, and sat next to him. Then, Draco turned to face Harry and said soberly, "Potter, you shouldn't take that tone with me; I might do something we may both regret...or not. It's hard to tell."

At this point, Draco was starting to really wig Harry out. However, there was this feeling Harry was getting around his navel again...like he'd traveled hundreds of miles by portkey. There's no way this could get freakier. But then, it did.

Before Harry could mutter a sound, Draco slid some disheveled hair from Harry's eyes and leaned in, meeting his lips with Harry's. Harry sat paralyzed by fright; however, it was more because of a feeling...almost a passionate feeling...he had while Draco's lips shifted across his own, the soft, milky skin on his hand caressing Harry's face. The fright came from the fact that Harry thought he was actually enjoying this.

As though Draco had read Harry's mind, he abruptly pulled away, a smirk about his lips. However, Harry noticed something in his steely gaze that didn't match Draco's usual sneer. He could see surprise in his eyes.

"Well, Potter, I guess these trophies aren't going to shine themselves, are they?" said Draco, so abruptly ending the silence that Harry jumped.

"Duhh...er...right," was all Harry could say. The two boys shined the rest of the trophies, neither saying a word to the other.

There may not be another way to your heart

So I guess I better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

I think about you, but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'til I'm under your skin

Harry climbed the steps to the Astronomy Tower, barely noticing where he was going and almost tripping twice. His thoughts were so far away that having detention wasn't what was upsetting him. All day, Draco had gone out of his way in the hallways between classes to make discrete, bawdy comments. I'll make sure we do more than clean equipment tonight and hope you're not too worn out tonight because we'll be working pretty hard were a couple of the many comments Draco whispered right before he'd wink and glide swiftly toward the opposite direction.

Again, Harry was not only frightened but had a funny feeling around his belly button like he'd just jumped off a cliff. Sure, the comments upset him (who the hell was Malfoy to say those things anyway); however, he was almost anxious to see Draco at detention.

He tried to dismiss this feeling as he bridged the top step; however, he not only got rid of this feeling but replaced it with a new, more powerful one when he gazed into the room. Yes, he felt as if he was just punched in the stomach and thrown into oncoming traffic.

Draco was standing right in front of him. To Harry, though, it wasn't just Draco. The sky was illuminated with thousands of stars because the night was completely devoid of clouds. It was almost...as if Draco was...glowing. He had his usual smirk about his face; however, as Harry approached, he noticed something different in Draco's steely gaze. Behind those eyes was a sort of...passion. Like he was trying not only to look into Harry's eyes but to gaze into Harry's very soul.

"I've been waiting for you, Harry," said Draco in a husky sort of voice, which made Harry jump. "You're late."

At that, Harry snapped to attention, knowing quite well that he was on time. Just to secure his thoughts, he looked at his watch and replied, "No, Malfoy, I'm perfectly on time; you're just ridiculously early."

They stood frozen, once again, just searching each other's eyes, almost trying to guess what the other was thinking. Draco swept toward Harry and grabbed his arm. He twisted Harry's hand so he could look at the watch. "Wow, it's only seven o' clock?" he questioned. He looked up from the watch and into Harry's deep green eyes. A smile played about his mouth as he closed in on Harry's face and whispered, "To me, it feels like you've been late for much longer."

Harry then closed his eyes, utterly and emotionally tangled. He had no idea what was going to happen, and more over, he didn't know what he wanted to happen. However, he had barely any time to think. Draco's delicate lips pressed firmly against Harry's own, almost as if he was taking back what was rightfully his. Harry stood there for a moment, frozen in all thought and feeling. However, an inside voice began to ring out. This is exactly what you want. Finally, Harry gave in to emotion and returned the kiss hungrily, as he slipped his arms around the slender Slytherin's waist. They kissed for what seemed like a century, embracing one another as if they could never let go. However, the kiss, unfortunately, had to end.

They stood in each other's embrace, silently taking in the evening and what it entailed. Then, as if he knew someone needed to speak, Draco whispered, "Why don't you call me by my first name, Harry?"

Harry smiled as he looked into the blonde Slytherin's brilliant grey eyes and replied, "Because when I speak, hear, or even think your name, I shiver."

Draco slyly smirked and replied, "Well, Harry, you don't have to, now that I can hold you in my arms. I love you Harry, and I'm never letting you go."

Harry grinned, rested his head on Draco's chest, and whispered, "Please, don't ever let go. I love you, too...Draco."