A/N: Okay, this is not like my usual self. This is just something I felt like writing, for my lovely Julie.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I just like them a lot.
Two Boys
Draco let out a quiet gasp as his senses heightened and dulled at the same time. It was quick, it was satisfying, it was a hurried intoxication. His fix. This is what kept him going, what strengthened him and handed him that extra swagger.
He said nothing as he pulled out of the shuddering girl beneath him, hearing her wail in heartbreaking loss. He smirked at her as he stood up and began tugging up his pants. He pulled his shirt over his shoulders and did up the buttons, watching the girl writhe, still, on the bed. He threw the tie around his neck, not bothering to tie it, and stepped into his shoes. Draco walked back over to the bed. He leant down slowly, and placed a hand on the side of her throat. She opened her eyes, glazed over with lust, and stared at him. He raised one delicate eyebrow before bestowing upon her one last scintillating kiss, leaving her moaning and sweaty. The door slammed behind him as he sauntered out.
He walked through the halls, running a hand through his slightly mussed hair, making it instantly perfect, somehow. It was Valentine's Day. How easy that made it, he thought with a smirk. Draco Malfoy. A sarcastic, snide, aristocratic character, the son of a Death Eater, the champion of the Slytherin mentality. He was cunning, he was sly, and he was Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
It was impossible not to notice the giggling, the staring, the swooning as he paced the corridor, his black robes swirling behind him, his blonde locks falling softly over his eyes. The eyes, the piercing grey eyes. The entire female population of the school wished to feel those burning eyes, burning them. The thing was, once they burned you, once they turned from that distant and cold place, they never burned you again. Broken shards of heart were left in Draco Malfoy's wake. The boy had everything, and he didn't need anything. He didn't need you. But perhaps that made it better when he looked your way. He wanted you.
As Draco walked through the corridor, on his way to see someone, he passed by a rather less obtrusive character. As Draco commanded the length of the hall, a lighter presence wandered past, going in the opposite direction. A boy with a strong jaw-line, strong arms, and a smile that left you breathless. Cedric Diggory, hero and pride of Hufflepuff house, a boy with honourable intentions and the noblest of purpose. He was perfect, he was guilt-free desire.
Cedric didn't go from icy to steaming in a matter of seconds, like Malfoy. Cedric was warm and sweet, a constant force of crinkley eyes and light-hearted jokes. He was well put together, but his tie was always just a little bit loose. He liked room to breathe. The ladies, they stared at him, too. They blushed, and they grinned, because he did look at them. His eyes lit up when he caught you staring.
Cedric Diggory was the kind of boy you'd want your father to meet. He was athletic, and smart, and was friends with everyone. He was protective of you, if you were lucky enough to get him.
He stopped when he came to a door, and glanced around surreptitiously. He entered, to find his girl sitting on a desk, waiting for him. He grinned. She was blinded. He went over and kissed her affectionately. She was mushy now, turned into a puddle, melding into Cedric's hands.
A few minutes more and the two were stripped bare for each other. Grunting and panting, sweating and thrusting. With a soft cry, Cedric was elated.
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! (I don't really like it, but maybe you do.)