Sweet Distraction
Draco was getting quite pissed off. Potter had been staring at him on and off for two hours now, and goddamnit, he was giving him come-hither looks! It was putting Draco off his work and giving him a "problem" he couldn't easily solve in the crowded library. Finally, Potter came sauntering over, leaving Granger alone and looking thunderstruck. Cocking his head at Draco's book, Harry came close. Too close.
"What the hell do you want, Potter?" Draco spat, fluffing his robes to settle them over his lap.
Harry grinned. No, he smirked!
"What?" Draco glared, giving Harry Dark Look Number Fifteen, which was quite impressive according to Draco, but didn't faze the Gryffindor one bit.
"I swear, if you don't-" the blonde's threat was cut off by Harry's lips on his. Too stunned to do much else but merely sit there, Draco gazed at Potter's eyelids in shock. Feeling a tongue brush across his teeth, Draco opened his mouth wider and recieved the best French kiss in his life. Even better than Blaise, his libido purred. Fuck, where did Potter learn to snog?
Seeming to be satisfied with his ministrations, Harry walked off with his hands in his pockets.
Ooh, what a sweet ass- said libido didn't seem capable of shutting up. Rawr...
Draco tapped the side of his head with his fingers while exploring his own mouth behind closed lips. Hey, wait a minute...
"Potter!" Draco hissed.
A raven head turned, the smirk still in place, but a question sat in the emerald eyes.
"Give me my gum back!"
Harry did a complete one-eighty and started to swagger back, while Granger buried her head in her arms and groaned.