Temptation
by: Metalic Dragon

AN:Hey! Okay, A) this is my first fanfiction on so please be nice B) NO flames, only constructful critism C) R&R! thanx! Oh how I wish I could snog a couple of these characters...-sigh-
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Unfortunately. So please don't sue. Until then (when the world dies) I shall bow down to JKR. But I bow down to Tolkien before hand. :P

Italics: conscience

Bold Italics: responses to conscience and thoughts

On with the story!

Chapter 1: Draco's conscience and...breakfast beginnings

Why me? Why am I falling for the straight guys? I mused, staring across the hall.
Yes, always the gorgeous, impossibly straight guys.
This is -what?- the third time this has happened? Sure, they are just minor crushes that last a week but it has to STOP! I mean, come on. Having crushes on straight guys is one thing, but if they're hot, it doesn't matter, my subconscious screamed at me whilst I drank my coffee.

"Ahh. The Golden Trio. The one group I did NOT want to see right now," I muttered softly as the doors of the hall swung open. Pansy broke me from my musings by draping her arms around me and cooing, in what she obviously thought a motherly voice, "Aww, Drakey darling, why the long face? You look rather tired, too. Why?"

"First off, if you must know, I didn't get much sleep. That much is obvious, for most people. And secondly, ever call me that again, I'll hex you into oblivion." I replied sourly. It was only half the truth but that more than most people could get out of me on days like these. True I did get little sleep but that was due to Blaise's spur-of-the-moment house poker tournament. Sure Blaise is smart, but it was little things like those tournaments and parties that made other students suffer during morning tests.

"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Pansy shot at me before skirting around the table to tell off Blaise for coming up with ideas.

Like she'll get anywhere with that.

You'd be surprised with what she can accomplish on occasion. I replied to my conscience lazily, turning my gaze to the rest of the hall. Just my luck, I look straight at the Griffindork table and into the eye's of -

"Malfoy, why are you staring at Potter?"

"I am NOT staring at Potter. I merely am looking at the other house tables out of sheer boredom. Would you prefer if I was jinxing you instead?" I snapped at Nott.

He never did really learn how to shut up, my conscience hissed.

But you were staring at him. I had to agree with the first statement: the entire house was now gaping at me like fish out of water, quite a funny picture in reality. The second one on the other hand hit a bit too close to home.

"You know Draco, you don't have to bite the poor blokes head off. He was just stating the obvious."

Ahh, the ever observant Pig.

"Why would it be the obvious if I WASN'T staring? Or looking? Or doing anything of the sort?" I sighed.

Why would it be the obvious if you were staring at him?

Because it WAS the obvious. Come on, admit it. You're always looking for him and you're always looking him over and etc... Sweet Salazar! You're infatuated!

Damn conscience. It knows too much. Well, it would.

"Obviously if you're getting upset at something I said and are in denial of it the it was true." Pansy huffed. "Oh never mind then Mr. I-cant-learn-to-respect-others-and-cant-admit-it-when-Im-wrong. Potter is pretty hot though." she muttered, sharply turning on her heel to walk out the doors of the Great Hall.

"Ya, ya, bitch." I retorted vehemently under my breath, watching her retreating back.

And back to Harry-watching.

No, I don't think so. And I wasn't watching him in the first place. Merlin, does everyone think I like Wonder-boy or something?

No, just the Slytherin's. And it's true.

Damn.

Well, come on. Let's watch the show.

What show? Oh. Right.

I turned and there was the show: Wonder-boy being poked in the shoulder by the Weaslette, whilst being watched by most of their house, most of those flirting by aforementioned male.

Bloody Salazar. When doesn't that guy NOT get flirted with?

By which gender?

What?

I said-

Yes I know what you said. I meant why is he being flirted with by both? I thought he was straight? Rumor through the grapevine, straight as a bloody arrow!

Which grapevine though?

Ahh...

Remember? One said that he had a fling with that Finnigan bloke. Another that he's flat-out gay! Many other's say he's bi! Gees, the gossip prince, my ass. You used to keep tabs on all the Potter ones for Salazar's sake!

Oh. Like the one's that says his mother was a veela of some sort? Or his father's family had other magical creatures inbred?

Well, those are questionable. You should check it out in the library.

What is it with you and libraries?

Its easy. Got a problem, go to the library.

-groan- I'll do that later then.

Good. Now let's figure out what Weaslette wants.

Sure...

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