Prompt Used: "I'd shag him until there was nothing left, just a pair of glasses and a damp patch."
The Slytherin boy was silently gazing at the Gryffindor table, where the Golden Trio was sitting. His eyes were locked on one of the three in particular. His jet black hair, his trademark scar, shaped like a lightning bolt, and his emerald eyes had the blond boy captivated.
He couldn't quite pinpoint when did he start to feel differently towards the Boy Who Lived, as he has always thought of him as his arch enemy. Or, at least ever since he rejected his handshake the one time he offered.
Maybe it was his obsession with the Gryffindor that turned the tables around after so many years. He guessed there was always a spark between them, only he noticed it faster.
What he knew was that he felt immense attraction towards the boy, and that it probably wouldn't be requited. Harry had the Weasley girl, and if that wasn't enough, Draco was a Death Eater now.
So he daydreamed instead. Every time both of them were in the Great Hall, or whenever he sat behind him in class.
I'd shag him until there was nothing left, just a pair of glasses and a damp patch, he often thought. He just couldn't help his teenager hormones, which he often cursed himself for.
What a shame it was just a dream.