Drarry 1
He was doing that thing again, lightly chewing on the edge of his quill as he read. Draco didn't think Potter realised how enticing he was, slumped shoulders highlighting the lines of his recently broadened back, chewed quill tapping against his chapped red lips. Harry Potter had been an annoying yet reassuring constant in Draco Malfoy's life since he had rejected him at eleven, but his presence there was everything to Draco this year. Draco hated it.
This obsession was ridiculously distracting and was chipping away at his patience with a vengeance. He'd never wanted to make someone cum and bleed, moan and cry, scream in both pleasure and pain before. He'd never wanted anything so badly before, period. His infatuation was becoming dangerous. Draco knew he was gay, but he also knew his type and it wasn't Potter. Except suddenly it was and he fucking knew why too. It wasn't because Potter had come back to school taller and broader than when he left. It wasn't anything to do with how his hair always made him look as if he'd just been fucked. And it was only a little bit to do with how green his eyes were, and a lot more to do with how dim they'd become. It was mostly because he'd come back fragile, more broken inside. He had purple bags under those dimmed green eyes & a paranoid tenseness that Draco associated with nightmares.
But it was the devastating loneliness that flashed through his eyes when he read the Prophet or heard the vicious whispers that made Draco want to push him against a wall & devour him. Potter had no idea how deliciously broken he looked & it was driving Draco mad. He knew all the rumours were lies, had privately raged against the Wizarding World's interest (Potter was his to hate). But if they drove Potter to a breakdown where he could watch he wasn't going to complain. And they would, he could practically see Potter's control slipping as the rumours spread and Umbridge tortured him in his many detentions. Potter was going to shatter and Draco was planning to own the pieces. Draco would see Potter lying naked beneath him, bleeding and sweating, even if it killed him. The haunted look in Harry's eyes had long since caused him to lose sight of any other option.
Hope you all liked my Draco. As I said in the summary its my first published fan fiction so please leave constructive reviews (I don't own Harry Potter)
