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Draco was going crazy.

(It was clearly no fault of his as insanity runs in the family. His aunt, after all enjoys torturing people and actually LIKES the smell of blood. Mad bint that she is. She probably was dropped on her head as a baby.)

It's all Potter's fault.

Potter and his perfectly round arse that he just wished he could squeeze and-

Well let's just say some things aren't fit for young audiences.

Suffice to say, poor Draco felt his devious Slytherin mind- usually full of sarcastic comments and evil/ brilliant plans- was full of Potter.

Yes, that Potter.

The one with the suicidal disregard for his own life. The one who was allergic to green and silver. The one hated Draco with a fierce fiery burning passion.

Yeah, that one.

And that's who Draco finds to be the center of his attention nowadays.

Messy haired Potter (really how hard was it for him to find a comb? It only takes a bloody minute!) with those green eyes that are the color of his mother's priceless emerald necklace.

Personally he thinks that Potter's worth much more than the necklace, but that's just him.

And that's another thing. Suddenly his thoughts are actually romantic. Things that no self respecting heterosexual male would think, much less say.

(Well it's a good thing he's not straight.)

It's goddamn embarassing!

Well, at least he's not alone.

Harry's (yes he calls him Harry, they have long since gotten over that- well exept in bed- and have started to call each other by there first name) thoughts are just as equally sappy.

And Harry, unlike Draco has no qualms in saying them out loud.

As often as possible.

In public places.

There friends often tell them they are going to barf with how cute they are togther. And then Draco kisses Harry and the straight males quickly walk away, the gay ones start drooling and the straight females start cheering.

(And really Draco, although he'd never admit it, loves it when Harry is all mushy and sappy.)

The End