Author's Note: I just couldn't resist, I love writing about Draco being a prick to Harry, but in a more suggestive way than violence. Anywho please enjoy!
Harry sits admits his friends, Ginny leaning against him. It is such a lovely spring day what with the stress of Voldemort gone leaving Boy Wonder to focus solely on his studies, friends, and more importantly his beautiful girlfriend. Ginny looks up at Harry and smiles and he returns the gesture. Oh she is just so lovely, he is glad that they both survived so that they could be together. The future is surely bright for them and-
"Oi Potter!"
The perfect moment is broken by the arrogant voice of a certain point blonde. Harry looks up at Draco Malfoy who is standing above him, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron demands.
"I just have something for Potter, Weasley," Malfoy sneers. The former death eater takes something small and square and tosses it at Harry who catches it. "It's a condom Potter and you're using it next time. I heard some mudblood prat whining to his boyfriend about some Muggle disease called aids, so next time we do it you're using it."
Everyone in Harry's group stares at Draco, mouths agape.
"Wh-what?" Harry manages to get out.
"You heard me," Draco say, that I'm-so-awesome smirk still on his face. "I am a Malfoy and I can't let your association with,-"-he sneers at Ginny-"-Muggle lovers put me in danger." And then with a sexy wink at the Boy-Who-Died-And-Then-Came-Back Draco Malfoy struts away.
Harry looks at what Malfoy had thrown at him and his face goes bright red when he realizes that it is a condom. He then looks up at his friends who are looking either sick or aghast and Ginny who looks ready to punch him. Harry quickly stuffs the condom in his pocket and proceeds to try and undo the damage Malfoy has done, while making the mental note that he is going to have to get Malfoy back for this.
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