Notes: Yes! Part 2 is done! Wow, this took forever and it's the longest chapter I've ever done, at a little over 2,100 words. It was so long; my beta got tired reading it. Sigh, no clue when the next part will be done but at least the plot moves forward in this chapter. And much groping happens. Poor Draco. ^_^ Disclaimer at the bottom of the page, basically I don't own the Harry Potter characters.

Harry coughed violently as blue dust went everywhere. He blinked trying to clear his vision. Harry heard a gasp, his vision returning enough to see Ron punch Malfoy. Surprised, Malfoy dropped the wands, doubling over in pain.

Harry stumbled and the ground seemed to rush up to meet him. The shock of the impact left him dizzy and cold as if day had turned to night.

"Harry, are you ok...?" Ron asked. Harry looked for the voice, feeling everything moving in jerks and stops. Ron's face swirled into Harry's vision like he was staring out over the ocean, slowly becoming seasick. Ron turned away, toward what Harry assumed was Malfoy, "No, you stay on the ground. Don't move unless you want me to curse you..."

Harry heard Malfoy from afar as he complained, "You can't blame this on me..."

"Just SHUT-UP... if you... Harry!"

Harry held on as the ground moved, solid earth fading in and out. The wind slid along his face. He knew he should be doing something, but it didn't seem that important compared to staying rooted on the buckling ground.

"Harry!"

He tried to focus on Ron, but Ron had turned around again. Harry shivered.

"You are staying here... I don't care... I'll curse you till... recognize... don't test me..."

The cold wind seeped into him blowing through his clothing. Harry blinked and Ron was suddenly looking at him.

"Harr... be... back..." Ron said and Harry knew something was wrong by the face Ron was making.

Ron turned and ran off and Harry panicked at the thought of being left alone. He tried to get up but stumbled and found himself on the ground again, looking at the sky.

What seemed like eternity passed and Harry slowly felt the world stop tilting. Experimentally he turned his head and was glad when his motions no longer caused things to spin around him. He felt a little better. The grass moved slightly, tickling him. Reaching out he touched the smooth blades, running them between his fingers, intrigued by the sharp edge they hid.

Sound came in and out but Harry didn't bother listening, preferring the silence around him. He was so relaxed, so free, but too cold. He tried not to shiver as the wind etched chilly patterns along his body.

The light was moving, dark and light, dark and light, and Harry wondered about the sun. Was it setting already? He tried to look, but things moved too fast and the light was so bright. He closed his eyes against it, feeling the light on his face.

Something pushed at Harry and for a moment he felt weightless... only to crash down onto the ground. Sound moved around him but he was distracted trying to figure up from down.

A sudden scorching heat on his arm shocked him out of his thoughts, taking his breath away. Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked down to see a hand grabbing him. The sensation of warmth from the hand, like and an electric current running though him was amplified when it suddenly began shaking him back and forth. As the world jerk about, he slowly looked up to see the hand's burning heat belonged to Malfoy. All this movement only confused him more. Why was Malfoy still here?

How could someone so warm wear such a cold expression?

Malfoy spoke, but Harry's mind was too busy with the paradox of warmth from Malfoy to listen. Harry turned enough to see Malfoy's body leaning over him. He seemed to bend like light through water, refracting. Was Malfoy really here?

Harry stood up, reaching for Malfoy and ran straight into him. Harry was surprised to find that his movements were so fast. He felt the air move as Malfoy spoke. Whatever he was saying it was loud, Harry thought, managing to wrap his arms around Malfoy. Feeling the heat of fabric covered skin he held on as Malfoy struggled and tried to push him away. Harry was determined to hang on. If Malfoy wanted a fight he'd give him one.

Harry clutched at Malfoy's body, which burned like fire. It's warmth permeating even through clothing. But Harry wanted to burn. If only he could feel Malfoy without the layers between them. Would he ignite and burn to a cinder?

Malfoy jumped as someone called out from afar and pushed again trying to remove Harry. When that didn't work Malfoy panicked and took off running. Harry felt the world spin dangerously around him as he held on. Suddenly it was dark, as if night had returned. Malfoy pushed Harry down and tried to leave him in the cold darkness. Alarmed, Harry pulled back on him, causing Malfoy to fall against him. Harry still felt cold.

Malfoy stopped and tilted his head, looking as if he was concentrating on something Harry couldn't see. What was he listening to? Harry looked around, surprised to find they were in a dark locker room. Harry gave up on finding what had caught Malfoy's attention and returned to trying to get warm.

He let his hand roam up Malfoy's back, feeling along his spine. Crossing over the clothing and onto Malfoy's skin he flattened his hand out over the heated flesh. He looked at his hand, feeling oddly disconnected from its movement. Malfoy shivered under Harry's touch, the delicate action transmitted on paths of flesh. Harry wondered how Malfoy could be cold when he felt so hot.

Malfoy moved, turning to look at Harry. Even though he could barely see Malfoy's shocked expression Harry felt his whispered questions like summer breezes. He ignored them, finding he could slide his hand into Malfoy's robe and under his shirt. Harry watched fascinated as his whole arm disappeared. Malfoy twitched and tried to pull away from Harry as if scolded. Harry wondered if he was burning Malfoy, but the blistering heat seeping into him erased any care he had. Harry pressed closer still, feeling sound escape from Malfoy.

Running his other hand between them, Harry concentrated on the problem of unwrapping fire. The vibration of sound was distracting but the smooth heat of clothing and the blaze it contained were more interesting. His hand moved higher, up to Malfoy's throat where Harry felt the rumbling of sounds beneath skin. They became louder as Harry held Malfoy down trying to control his blaze.

Malfoy's eyes look so wide, Harry thought as his hand moved up to Malfoy's face caressing the soft flesh. Running his thumb along Malfoy's burning lips he felt them move and wondered if Malfoy was hotter on the inside. Harry poked two fingers into Malfoy's mouth to see. Malfoy squeaked in surprise and grabbed Harry's hand pulling it away from his face. Harry's fingers felt wet and cold.

Malfoy pushed suddenly against him, the heat from their meeting bodies took Harry's breath away. Then just as quickly, Malfoy twisted out and away from Harry. He gripped Malfoy's robe trying to recapture him. The air pressed in like ice water and Harry pulled, frantic to return to the inferno. Buttons ripped free of the robe as Malfoy abandoned his clothing to escape.

Harry jumped to his feet tossing Malfoy's robe and shirt aside stalking the other boy's retreating form. Malfoy searched his remaining clothing for something only to find that his pants didn't seem to contain whatever he needed.

Clothing, Harry decided, was hindering him. Malfoy looked shocked as Harry shrugged off his robe and threw it onto the floor. Malfoy spoke again, his expression becoming more frantic as Harry advanced on him. Malfoy held his hands out trying to ward off Harry. Harry didn't care. Malfoy looked around and lunged for the door trying to escape. Cutting him off, Harry tackled Malfoy to the tiled floor. Feeling Malfoy's body heat cut through his shirt, Harry held him down, but he still felt cold. Sitting on him, Harry tugged off the shirt, exposing his chest to the freezing air. Malfoy stared at him, his expression distraught as he tried unsuccessfully to free himself.

Harry pressed himself down onto Malfoy, feeling the burning of bare flesh banish his chill. Malfoy gasped, jerking away from him and grabbing at the wall. He caught a hold of a shower tap and tried to use it as leverage to get out from under Harry. Using his body weight to hold onto Malfoy, Harry pulled back. The shower turned on as Malfoy lost his grip on it, soaking both of them with freezing cold water.

Harry yelped, releasing his hold on Malfoy as the spray of water pelted them. Malfoy shoved Harry, causing him to slip and tumble over onto the wet tile. Harry sat up, shaking his head as he looked over at Malfoy. He'd scooted as far as he could away from Harry and was just staring at him. Tension radiated from Malfoy, as if he was ready to bolt should Harry make any sudden moves. Harry trembled under the water pushing his wet hair out of his face. He heard Malfoy say something. Harry blinked, trying to remember what he was doing, feeling drowsy under the warm water. Harry lay down, letting the water fall onto him, the heat banishing worry as he drifted off to sleep.

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Harry sat up, momentarily disoriented to find himself in his own bed in the Gryffindor dorms. He looked around, everything seemed normal. Only...

He couldn't remember getting into bed. And then there was the disturbing dream with Ron, Malfoy and that blue powder. Harry wondered what it meant to have strange dreams of your rival being the warmest, most comfortable electric blanket, ever. And if that didn't cross the line, what did it mean to try ecstatically to get the both of you naked?

Harry blushed, remembering the dream Malfoy's shocked and fearful expressions. He scratched his head and chalked it up to something he'd eaten at dinner.

The problem was he couldn't remember HAVING dinner either. Harry felt at a loss to explain his memories. Hearing the door open, Harry looked around his curtains to see Ron poking his head into the room. Relieved, Harry smiled, "Hey, Ron!"

Ron looked at Harry but didn't answer. He wore an odd expression, as if he wanted to ask something but didn't know how. Harry felt that uneasy feeling return full-force as Ron stared at him. "Ron?" Harry asked.

Suddenly he had a flash of Ron wearing the same worried face before running off.

Harry blushed as he remembering touching Malfoy, pressing his body against him. "I just had the weirdest dream," Harry said, trying to breach the subject of what had woken him. He needed to tell someone about the dream; it was so vivid. But how was he going to explain it to Ron?

Ron seemed rooted where he was, "Really," he said, pausing. "Did it have Malfoy in it?"

Harry blinked. "Yeah. How did you know...?"

"It uh... wasn't a dream."

"What? But... but..."

"It wasn't a dream," Ron restated.

Harry was completely lost. If it hadn't been a dream then... and the impact of the visions hit him like ice-cold water. Oh no.

He felt faint, remembering that HE was the one who attacked Malfoy... grabbing him, AND caressing him, and touching him all over... and pulling off his CLOTHING, FOR GOD'S SAKE! And pinning him to the floor almost nude AND pressing himself to HIS worst enemy.

Harry's mind whirled and he started to feel hysterical. The 'dream' replaying over and over in his head like a horror film you only just now realize you're actually living.

Malfoy's sneering face flashed into Harry's mind and another thought paralyzed him. What would keep Malfoy from just telling the rest of the school?

Harry could see it now, Malfoy had probably already told all of his friends and by tomorrow Harry would BE the gayest boy at Hogwarts. The rumors alone would ruin any chance he ever had at getting dates with girls, not to mention all the other bad things.

Like getting expelled.

Some small part of Harry's mind retained sanity as the rest ran circles, stupefied with pure horror.

Harry's mind came to a screeching halt, remembering the pouch in Ron's robe.

He looked over at Ron who was still waiting unsure in the doorway. "You do realise I have to kill your bothers now?"

Ron smiled slightly, "Come on down to the common room. We'll plot their deaths after we figure out what to do."

Harry nodded, but on the inside he knew the situation had already spiraled out of his control.

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