THE SEED IS PLANTED

Pairing: Harry and Draco (slash)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, locations or any section of the realm of Hogwarts or the Wizarding world. These are entirely owned by JK Rowling, and in some sense the publishers, not limited to but including Bloomsbury and Scholastic.
Author's Note: I love Harry Potter. I love Harry/Draco. It is important that you know this is slash (male/male), if you have a problem, there's a special button you can click, it's the one in the top corner, with the x marked on it. Enjoy and don't forget to R&R.

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First, I must tell you, I have always liked him. He has had a (small) place in my heart. I didn't love him. I lusted after him. And that was it. Before you think, "Oh, he's in such denial", I am not. I really don't love him. I don't hate him; I've never said that I have to my friends. Though everyone thinks that I hate him. I don't. I lust after him for his body, and I am entranced by his character. Not because I'd like to have his kind spirit, or be as easy-going as him. I wonder how anyone can be that way. Is it because he was always treated so badly? But then, shouldn't he resent people. If his parents hadn't been murdered no-one would give him a second chance. He isn't anything special. Or not in my opinion. Doesn't he see that? He always expects special treatment, and I refuse to give him that. Though in any other circumstance I would, I won't just because everyone else does. I want to treat him well. Not because of who he is, but how he is. I want to get along with him, and him with me. I would also like in his pants. Not forever, just once. He has a fine, fine body.

"Draco." I heard a muffled whine. "Draco! Wake up. Why won't you talk to me?"
"Go away. I'm busy. I have lots on my mind. So fuck off!"
"Whatever you melodramatic prat! I just wanted some sex from a whore."
"Just because I like sex, doesn't make me a whore."
The whine left, and I returned to my thoughts.
I had come up with a plan. One that would help me save Narcissa. My mother. She wasn't safe. I knew that only one person could save her. And it wasn't me.

The smell emanates
The smell percolates
The smell is intuited
A love will fated

I brushed lightly Harry, his friends glared, I smirked and ran to wash the god-awful spell off. Little did he know, soon he would talk to me. He would talk with me. He would love me. Though I didn't love him. With his Gryffindor heart, I needed his love or he wouldn't be able to help me save my mother. It was just that simple.