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I Was So Blind To Let You Go
Summary: Draco is the most sought after student in Hogwarts, but there's this one person that doesn't seem to be affected by his charm. After a messed up potion and close encounters, he decides that this person will be his next conquest, but finds himself falling for him with the Valentine Ball nearing its ugly head!
6th year in Hogwarts was very different from the past 5 years. Hormone levels were raging and it was common knowledge that 99.9% of Hogwarts 6th years were doing… it. Not that anybody cared…
It was also known that Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Silver Prince, was the most eligible bachelor of Hogwarts. Had brains, body, and a tongue that does wonders. And the sharp wit is just one of those things this amazing tongue can do, if you know what I mean…
Now, Draco Malfoy had his dose of hot passionate lovin' when he so desired. Girls and guys flocked over him making it easy to have whosoever he wanted. But there was that one that seemed so unaffected with his charms. That one guy was Harry 'Boy-Who-Shouldn't-Have-Lived-But-Did-Unfortunately' Potter.
Not that he cared.
He didn't want Potter, so it wouldn't make a difference. Of course, that was what he believed… And so, our story starts one cool January morning, a special announcement was about to be made that breakfast.
Draco, together with his Slytherin gang that was Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode, entered the Great Hall with their ever so popular self-important air. They strode with grace towards their table. By the time they made it there, Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. Everyone fell silent when he spoke.
"Good Morning to all of you. I hope all of you are having a wonderful breakfast. Now, my announcement concerns Valentines Day."
When Dumbledore paused, many were already murmuring. Draco rolled his eyes and thought, 'Hah! Valentines Day? What a crackpot fool that Dumbledore is! What is he planning now, that jackass!'
As if answering his unspoken question, Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, "I see that all of the students are eager to celebrate on the fourteenth of February, so I think we should have a Valentine's Ball on that day, which is a… Friday." Everyone cheered as soon as Dumbledore paused again. "The faculty have agreed and so, I hope tot see everyone here in the Great Hall at seven in the evening of February 14. That is all."
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Draco walked down the halls for his next class with his two goons surrounding him. Draco wondered why he even bothered with them. He was perfectly fine without them, anyway. What with his body and everything, right? Need information?
Name: Draco Malfoy
Height: 5'11
Body: fit and on top form
Miscellaneous: Most sought after student in Hogwarts
He can protect himself. Really.
So they walked down to the Dungeons, 5 minutes late and as expected, no points were deducted from Slytherin.
"We will be concocting a potion so scat over to your partners. The potion we will be working is in page 666-667 of your book. As you are all 6th years, to my surprise, I think everyone can… handle… this on their own. Begin."
Snape walked over to his storage room doing who knows what. Draco sat over to Hermione's abandoned seat to the left of Harry. He turned over to Harry and smirked. "Well, what are you waiting for? The Valentines Ball? Start your chopping!"
That annoyed Harry, as expected. "Yes, I think I will give some effort seeing as my partner is a useless git." Harry retorted.
The Slytherin laughed and said, "Tsk tsk, Potty. Already giving effort and yet still flunking in Potions! And Merlin, is something up your ass, Potter?"
Harry blatantly ignored Draco, mumbling to himself why he had to be stucked with this stuck-up Malfoy boy. He turned his book to page 666 and started chopping the flobberworms while Draco played with the mixing rod of the cauldron.
Soon, Harry got all the ingredients ready. He was about to start mixing it up in the cauldron when Draco smacked his hand with the mixing rod.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy! What is it now?!" Harry exclaimed as he rubbed his sore hand.
"Well, we can't have the lizard liver that thick, right? Tut tut Potter and do your work properly." Draco sighed and continued, "Really, where will you be without me!"
Harry snorted and rolled his eyes as he started chopping the lizard livers half. Draco started the brewing as Harry got their vials ready. Quickly enough, they were done and scooping some of their bluish gray potion in their vials. Harry inwardly admitted that he was getting a decent grade with Malfoy's talent in potion brewing but that guy is such an obnoxious bastard that sometimes, Harry thought of how better it is to have a flunking grade with another partner. He really didn't understand why everyone in Hogwarts liked the blonde. He was a good for nothing self-righteous and annoying git!
Harry's thinking was broken when he was splashed with what looked like green substance. He turned to Draco and saw him drenched with the same stuff. It so happened that Neville and Seamus were behind them and their cauldron toppled over, soaking both Harry and Draco with the defective potion. Then, the cauldron rolled over to their table and knocked the two vials to the floor with a shattering sound.
Before Harry could react, Draco started removing his robes and shirt, shouting at him, "Take you clothes off, Potter, if you don't want to disintegrate in a few!" Harry heard Malfoy, who was desperately ripping off his clothes and Harry followed suit. Soon, they were out of their clothes and then the class started shouting catcalls and whistling. Harry didn't blush, though, knowing full well it was Draco they were praising.
Draco, on the other hand, blushed just a little bit. No, not because his torso was fully exposed for everyone to see. No, he was comfy with that! But what made him suddenly feel queasy was that Harry was out of his shirt like he was. It was the first time Draco's seen Harry half naked. He noted the tight tanned abs, and Harry's slightly muscular arms. Plus, the fact that Harry was oblivious to his charm… It made him even more… yummier…
'Oh Merlin… Potter is…'
'Goddamed sexy, eh Draco?'
Draco's eyes widened.
'Who the fuck are you?!?'
'I'm you, silly!'
Draco was growing more and more curious and… annoyed. He was talking to himself.
'Excuse me?'
'I'm you! I'm your inner voice!'
Draco was on the verge of laughing out loud. This was too much!
'Yeah, kid with me. Whatever. Shut up and don't talk to me again.'
Draco was going to focus his attention to reality when he heard a faint, 'Hmph. Bastard…' somewhere in his mind.
'What did you say?!' he thought, but the inner voice was gone.
Draco turned to the table and found that the vials were knocked off.
'Shit! Lucky there's still more in the cauldron…'
Draco then heard Harry say to him, "Malfoy, the vials shattered."
The Slytherin was about to make some witty comment, when he remembered that the potion in the cauldron would be void if he didn't stir it in… 5 seconds. At that same time, he found that his skin was still damp with the defective potion. And he could only think of things that could happen if it dried up on his skin…
'Fuck.'
Draco grabbed two stirring rods and stirred expertly. He turned to Harry who was looking at him confusedly.
"WWWhat it hell are YOU staring at?! Wipe the potion of my skin, Potter! Don't let it dry up on skin, stupid, do you want us to turn to bloody fairy godmotherfuckers!? Do that while I stir, Einstein!"
Draco was trying to relax, knowing that if he tensed up, he might do a bad job of reviving the potion. Surprisingly, Harry did what he said and started wiping furiously the potion from his skin with his robes.
Harry turned to Draco and seeing how the blonde was stirring very carefully, he started to gently wipe Draco's slick torso.
'Better do this right or else both he and I'll be in deep shit.' Thought Harry. Sure, he didn't like Draco, but this is his only way of squeezing some decent grade from Snape. Draco soon felt his ministrations.
'Oh. Shit.' Was the only thing Draco's mind was telling him. While he robotically continued his mixing, which turned the potion from a dark gray color to a bright gray blue, he savored the arousing feeling of a half naked sexy boy wiping liquid off his skin with his robes! Draco was about to sigh when Harry moved a little bit closer to him to wipe the stray potion left over off the contour of his face and his neck. He tried hard to look as smug as he could, but found that he could only manage an indifferent face.
He impulsively turned to Harry and in half a second, he turned back to the cauldron, scooping some to both their vials. At the corner of his eyes, he swore he saw Harry blush.
'What the fuck is happening to me?' He said to himself, desperately. Then, as he gave the second vial a last scoop of potion, he heard the annoying little voice again.
'Drakie, Drakie, Drakie. Don't you just want to smother Potter's chest with your tongue? So nice…'
Draco found himself coughing at his inner voice's statement then he snapped back, 'Bah, shutthehellup!'
'Oh come one! I know what you want, Drakiepoo!'
'I absolutely do not like Potty!'
'Yeah, right. And you're ugly.'
'…………That's definitely sarcasm there.'
Yes, well, I know you'd know.'
Then, heard Potter's voice again. This time, though, it made tiny jolts of electricity flow down his back.
"Malfoy, we have to pass our vials now."
Harry looked at Draco, a little confused with the way the boy was acting. He was looking right through space and he didn't think he was deliberately being ignored. So, when Draco didn't respond, Harry took it upon himself to pass Draco's with his. Draco did save his arse from getting a zero for this seatwork.
When Harry reached Snape's table, he earned a raised eyebrow from the professor, who looked over to Draco, who was quietly sitting back on his chair. Snape looked at Harry, obviously demanding an explanation.
"Neville and Seamus' cauldron toppled over and the potion fell over us. Draco said we should take off our shirts."
Snape sneered at him and shook his head, then announced, "Ten points from Gryffindor for messing up a potion and 10 points to Slytherin for being smart enough to take off defective potion drenched clothes… And, oh yeah, 10 points to Slytherin again for saving a helpless classmate. Class dismissed."
Harry went back to his seat, ignoring Snape and started fixing his stuff.
The other boy, on the other hand, was trying to get his inner voice to disappear. It kept insisting that Draco liked Harry.
'I bet you can't even convince him to spend a night with you!'
'Hah! Like I'd want him!'
'Oh yeah. I didn't just see you checking him out. Sorry. That was a different blonde sexy boy.'
'I'm, the only blonde sexy boy here!'
'Really, now? You can't even charm Harry to yOu KnOw with you! Are you sure?'
Outside, Draco was already walking with Crabbe and Goyle for lunch, but inside, he was loosing his composure.
'I'm goddamned sure, moron! Fine! I bet I can get Harry to "dance" with me by Valentines Ball!'
'Alright! Lezee what you got, blondie!'
'Fine!'
With that, the inner voice was gone and Draco was flared up with sheer determination. He loved conquests, but little did he know that this one was going to prove more than he could handle…
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How was it? Hehe… Well, not sure if I'll continue, but… ;)
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