He's so damn beautiful.
Letting his eyes run over his slender figure, Harry's mind became filled with unwelcome thoughts. He drank in his full body. Soft inviting lips, harsh grey eyes and his beautiful sleek hair. It shone a colour somewhere between blonde and silver.
Harry stared cautiously at Draco Malfoy.
He didn't like Draco. In face he loathed him. At the mere mention of his name Harry was filled with burning hatred, but he had to admit he had one hell of a body. Harry couldn't afford giving Draco a lust full look; instead he kept up a stony glare so he could stare freely at him.
Draco moved with an airy gracefulness that Harry had never seen before. Harry sat by the lake with his two friends watching Draco who was lounging, his head in Pansy's lap across the way. Ron was to busy staring at Hermione (Who was reading) to pay any attention to Harry, which suited him just fine. It was the first time he'd really been able to look at Draco since they started 4th year.
He didn't find this strange. Harry had recently discovered he was gay and assumed this was just a phase he was going through. I mean it's not like he liked Draco. He just liked to look at him. And think about him. And dream about him? Harry shook his head as though to shake Draco from his mind. It was unsuccessful. He cast a careful eye over at Ron. He was still staring greedily at Hermione.
Harry could feel the burn of watchful eyes on his back. He turned quickly and scanned the area hoping it was someone else. He sighed dolefully, no one else was here, it had to be Draco. He looked over and met Draco's eyes. He smirked at the fact he'd got Harry's attention. Harry stared, making sure to throw in a hateful look or two every now and then. Draco sat up, much to Pansy's annoyance.
Oh god. Harry could feel the stomach wrenching panic creeping over him, cold and unmerciful. Draco walked calmly towards him, a smug grin set on his face. Draco's friends watched him with a sort of admiring curiosity that made Harry sick to the stomach. By this time Draco had the attention of Ron and Hermione who looked curiously at Harry then back to Draco.
He stopped directly in front of Harry and grinned down at him, barely able to contain himself. "What do you want Malfoy" Harry spat out, careful to keep the look of displeasure and anger on his face. "A word Potter" Malfoy was clearly enjoying this way to much. "No why should I talk to you Malfoy?!" Harry used as much hate as he could muster up. "Fine then" Malfoy leaned in close to Harry, the smug smile still stretched across his face "we'll just have to talk in front of your friends here , wont we? " Draco leaned back looking satisfied.
Harry sighed. He knew he had no choice. He got up grudgingly casting a significant look at Ron and Hermione.
He walked slowly away from them wishing with every step he could be somewhere, anywhere else but here. He leaned against a tree his back to the others. "What do you want Malfoy?" Harry tried to sound inpatient and angry. It failed miserably.
"So like what you see then Potter?" Malfoy's enjoyment of the situation only made it worse. "What are you talking about" Harry silently cursed himself. He sounded so pathetic. "I know you where looking at me Potter, come on don't be shy" Draco laughed harshly, then leaned in close to Harry and looked at him in a way that made him feel weak. "You're easier to pull than most girls" He looked slightly disappointed. "See you around Potter" Draco walked away sniggering to himself.
Harry collapsed against the tree. That was a lot harder than he'd expected. He looked down and sighed, he was very glad the robes where loose.
"For the last time Ron! Nothing happened!" Harry sighed irritably and jumped onto his bed. He stared up and the ceiling hoping Ron wouldn't notice his flushed face.
"Than why did he want a privet word?!" Ron still wasn't satisfied with Harry's answer. He had told him Draco was threatening to tell Snape he cheated on their last potions test unless he did his homework. Harry had told Ron and Hermione he had refused and didn't think Draco would go through with it.
Hermione had given him a strange look which Harry hadn't liked but dropped the subject. Ron however would not shut up about it. "You're not going soft on him are you?" Harry sat up and looked at Ron as though he'd sworn. "Don't be stupid!" He picked up his pillow and chucked it across the room at Ron. It caught him full force in the side of the head. "Sorry mate, I guess I'm just tired or something" He laughed sheepishly "Imagine you and Draco friends!" He laughed again and through the pillow back at Harry. Harry laughed back but tried hard not to imagine it.
Harry took his usual place at the Gryffindor table between Ron and Hermione. Since yesterday Hermione had been giving Harry these strange looks. Every time he confronted her about it she just said just looked at him longer. Ron hadn't noticed as he was to busy pilling his plate high with food.
Harry had his back to the Slytherin table as usual but couldn't help turn and look at Draco every couple minutes. Draco knew this and it pleased him very much.
He made a point to look Harry right in the eyes whenever he look, and was completely satisfied when Harry blushed and quickly turned around each time.
Harry rushed his breakfast to get away from Draco as soon as he could. He suddenly felt very sick and jumped up to run to the bathroom. Unfortunately for Harry the nearest ones where by the dungeon. He thought about it for a second then decided he'd have to take the risk and rushed off.
Draco saw Harry get up and decided this was his only chance to catch him away from the other two of the infamous trio. He followed him down to the dungeons and watched him rush into the bathroom. Draco waited a moment then casually strolled in. The sight of Harry with his head down the toilet, and the faint smell of sick was the first thing to greet him.
Draco looked at the boy who was in a pitiful and state and felt nothing but the urge to laugh. And laugh he did much to Harry's surprise. Draco strolled over and leaned on the sink nearest Harry. He looked down at him with a devilish grin, not so different form his usual smirk.
Harry stood up and reached into his robes for his wand. Draco was too quick for him though. In one swift movement he was right in front of Harry almost nose to nose. And then with a one last quick smirk at him he closed the gap, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss.