Amor Ordinem Nescit

Pairing: HP/DM - yip it's slash people. Leave if you must.
Note: just an experiment. Go with me on this. And for anyone who's having trouble working out who's saying what - each line is a different speaker and since it's a Harry POV, all thoughts are Harry's.
Feedback: um, sure, why not?

Harry Potter was having a bad day. Actually, scratch that. He was having a terrible day. And it was all Malfoy's fault.

He supposed it was karma. Somewhere, at sometime, he must have really pissed someone off. I mean really pissed someone off. Because, dammit! this was the third time today! The third time he'd turned into a seemingly deserted corridor only to find Malfoy already there, one step ahead of him.

He was just so sick of playing this infernal cat-and-mouse game with Malfoy. It had gotten to the point where their animosity was expected. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin quidditch games had turned into all out grudge matches between the two seekers to the point where the 'Hogwarts Underground Gambling Association' (admirably run by Seamus Finnegan) could care less about who caught the snitch and starting taking bets on which one of them would end up in the Hospital Wing first. And he was just. so. sick. of. it. After six years he had decided to call it quits. It was about time someone stepped up to the plate, put their differences behind them, and started anew. And since it probably wasn't going to be Malfoy, Harry felt that the responsibility fell to him.

So Harry, in what was typical Harryesque fashion, had decided to ignore Malfoy. It was a good plan in theory really, after all they didn't share all that many classes together, they certainly didn't eat together, and Hogwarts was a large enough castle with plenty of dark places and deserted hallways to hide in if need be. Though he certainly hadn't expected to find Malfoy in these places, after all, that was the point of 'The Plan'. Not to find Malfoy. To keep all contact to a necessary minimum. Though he did ruefully admit that if they'd been playing 'hide and seek' Malfoy would certainly be winning. What, with those incredible 'seek Harry, annoy Harry' powers of his. But dammit, what good is having a plan if Malfoy wasn't going to follow the rules? And this was the third time today!

Completely and utterly exasperated. "Malfoy, what do you want?"

A smirk. Or maybe a grimace. He couldn't tell in this light. Wasn't there some code, or building regulation about requiring lighting in hallways? He'd have to get Hermione to look into it. Huh? What?

A hand was being waved in his face. Eyebrows raised. "Well?"

"What makes you think I want anything Potter?" Ah, there was that smirk. Malfoy had moved closer, and really, didn't he understand the concept of personal space?

"Um, Malfoy?"

"Yes?"

"Um..."

"My, aren't we eloquent today. Try again, we might eventually get to a sentence."

"Huh?"

"Okay, we'll start small. Just string some random words together, you'll get there in no time." More smirking. Doesn't he ever get tired of that?

"Don't you ever get tired of that?" Well, there you go. Now I've got a frown. And really Malfoy. Personal. Space.

"Tired of what exactly?" Ow, ouch. Where did that wall come from? "Cold, Potter?"

"There's a draft."

"A draft?"

"Cold air Malfoy. Ring any bells?" Hmm, I wonder if he practices smirking in the mirror?

"Potter..." That was rather....groping for a suitable word all he could come up with was 'breathy'. Breathy? Was that even a word?

"Look, Malfoy this is swell and all ... but I have to go. Um, homework. Yes, homework. Ah, in the library." Wow. Malfoy's eyes are really grey. "Um, with Hermione. And Ron. Yeah, Ron." Inexplicably a strange urge to start discussing tea parties with Malfoy was quickly dismissed by a rather loud voice in his head which was currently yelling RETREAT! RETREAT! RETREAT!

"Right." Harry let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. Breath, Harry. Breathe. "You haven't been ignoring me have you?" What? Was he that obvious? It's only been one day of 'The Plan' for crying out loud! Okay, that was the absolute last time he asked Neville for help with anything. "I don't like being ignored."

"Oh great, now you tell me".

"Hmm, so eager to please Potter?" Malfoy's face was so close now he could practically feel the smirk.

"Huh?"

"I said, 'so eager to please Potter?'" Hmm. Perhaps he should have put more thought into 'The Plan'. And while he was considering revisions, next time, turtlenecks. Nice, thick turtlenecks. That draft had really picked up. He couldn't stop shivering.

Mwhmm. Hey, what was that? "Malfoy?"

"Potter?"

"Malfoy? Um, what...?" This wasn't part of the plan. Though if someone had asked him right then what exactly 'The Plan' was, he wasn't sure he'd be able to tell them. But he's pretty sure it didn't involve a dark, deserted corridor with a certain silver-haired Slytherin practically molded against him who was currently breathing, and possibly more, on his neck.

An enigmatic smile. "Amor ordinem nescit, Potter."

And then he was gone.

Harry stood there and tentatively brought his fingers to his neck, as if he could still feel Malfoy there.

Maybe he needed to revise the plan.

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Special thanks to the reviewers of the original version of this fic: BlueDragon, koureshin, Zahrah Radcliffe, Zarah, Gabrielle, zeynel, NayNymic, She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psyc, and DragonsFly. You guys rock!