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And I Hate You So

His long thin fingers turned the page of the Dark Arts book, his icy blue eyes slowly reading the vertical lines. Slowly, Draco shifted his gaze and watched as Pany and Blaise bickered in a corner about who would look sexier with leather tights. Then, there was Crabbe and Goyle who were busy stuffing themselves with pastry they had bullied the house elves to give them. "Hey Draco! Want some?" Crabbe waved a muffin in the air, his voice muffled as bits of cake flew as he spoke. "No thank you. I have a reputation for my figure to keep up to you know." Rolling his eyes, Draco returned to his book, finding it much more interesting than before. It was 9.45 on a tranquil Saturday night, one of those rare times when he didn't need to attend Quidditch practices, boring History lessons or pleasing blushing girls who would approach him inbetween classes or during meals and etc...and hell, was he bored.

He stretched his slender arms, yawning. Maybe he should turn in early tonight, get a good night's rest, which was rare with his room mates disturbing and waking him for the slightest and most trivial matters. He glanced at the clock ticking away on the wall then at his fellow Slytherins before retiring to his bed.

' What a dull boring life you have...' The word poked out of his head in a familiar voice, it's that familiar deep, husky yet smooth voice... manly voice? No! Irritating, annoying voice! Harry Potter! Fancy him invading my thoughts. As if seeing him during daytime was not enough, now he's haunting me during my private nights alone!

Draco nearly banged his fist on the table. He got up abruptly and stormed to his bedroom, ignoring the loud bickering noises Pansy and Blaise were making. They had somehow managed to drag and mention Draco's name into their conversaion of leather tights.

Lips twitching to one side, Draco sneered, "Come on, Pansy. Nice girls should be back in their own rooms at a time like this. Imagine, what would the Sandman say if he caught you in the boys' room at a time like this, awake?" He widened his deep blue eyes, feigning a horrified expression. As if the Sandman was related to the conversation at all. But hey, any excuses are good enough. "You're not scaring me the least bit you know, Draco? And quit the innocent boy act." Pansy huffed as she hesitatedly returned to her own room. "But I am innocent!" Draco called after her, acting hurt.

' What's the matter? Afraid that the Boogey Man would eat you while you sleep, Malfoy?' Stop.Don't think of him.

Draco dropped onto the black leather couch. He closed his eyes and slapped himself mentally.

Yes, sleep...forget about that goody Gryffindor...

Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, his unkempt brown hair... the strong yet smooth arms as he grips his broomstick tightly...his beautiful emerald green eyes burning with such determination...

Stop it!!!

"Argh!!!" Draco clapped his hands over his ears as if to shut out those sinful thoughts of Harry Potter. "Noo!" He shook his head, remaining on the couch to calm himself down. Slowly, he rocked himself gently on the couch, sleep claiming him.

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