Finally something relatively normal. Still with sex, but I'll manage. Oh, and don't ask about the title. It's an inside joke. =B Enjoy!
"Draco," a sing-song voice called out. "Guess what I heard." After not much searching at all, Pansy Parkinson had found her idol in the Slytherin common room, lounging about before classes.
The blonde cracked an eye open and looked at the dark-haired girl curiously. Pansy wasn't good for much, but she did have a pleasant way of finding out unpleasant things-- at least unpleasant for the people trying to keep them secret.
"What is it?" Draco asked, visibly settling back down and closing his eyes again.
Not one to be ignored, Pansy hurried to stand where he would be looking if his eyes were open. With a wide grin on her face, she announced her finds. "I know a secret of Harry Potter's. A deep, dark secret that he doesn't want anyone finding out."
Suddenly immensely interested, Draco sprung up into a sitting position, eyes trained on Pansy. "What do you know?"
"Seems the Potter boy has a crush," Pansy said, a mischievous glint in her eye, "on Ginny Weasley."
Slowly, as realization sunk in, Draco's lips turned up into a malicious smirk. "That is something he wouldn't want anybody finding out." Not bothering to ask, or really caring, how Pansy happened to find out, Draco stood from the couch in a fluid motion. He patted the girl on her head and turned on his heel, leaving to track down Harry before classes began.
"Why are you looking for Harry?"
"I thought we didn't like him?"
"We don't like him," Draco sneered before rolling his eyes. Crabbe and Goyle could be so brainless at times...well, always, actually.
"'ey, isn't that him?" Goyle pointed a chubby finger in the direction of a skinny brunette, trying to maneuver past people down the hall.
"Good boy," Draco said approvingly, that same, snide smirk he always wore whenever he was up to something. "Stay here," he ordered, then trailed behind Harry like a shadow.
"Potter." That single word was said with so much venom and despite that Harry thought Malfoy's lips were going to fall off just by uttering it. His usual henchmen weren't loitering in the background, which Harry found rather odd, but he shrugged it off. He couldn't say much, Ron and Hermione weren't with him at the moment, either.
"What do you want, Malfoy? I'm going to be late for class." Despite Draco's popular belief, Harry did wish to keep up with his studies and classes.
"Very late," Draco hissed, grabbing Harry roughly by the upper arm. "You're coming with me."
Harry struggled uselessly against the vice-like grip and it ironically reminded him of having his arm squeezed by a snake. "Where are you taking me?" he demanded as he was pulled down the hall past, and sometimes into, other students.
"Shut up," was the only response he got as they ascended the stairs. Disgruntle, Harry followed the best he could, wondering what was so secret that they had to go to that place for it.
Finally, after much pushing, pulling, and shoving, Draco paused. Releasing Harry from his grip, he continued walking, then paused again, spun on his heel, and headed back toward the brunette. He repeated this action three times and then stared intently at the wall. Sure enough, a door materialized out of seemingly nowhere. With a satisfied smirk, Draco motioned to the door.
"Inside." Sighing, Harry adjusted his bookbag and with a certain braveness he didn't know he possessed, entered the Room of Requirement with Draco close behind.
The room was simple this time-- four walls and not much else. At least Harry knew his enemy wasn't up to something too awful. At least, he hoped. Turning to face the blonde, he shifted his weight a bit, shoving his hands in his pockets. "So, what did you want, Malfoy?"
"I know a secret of yours," the Slytherin teased.
"What are you talking about?" Harry's forehead creased in thought. He had a lot of secrets, sure, but none that weren't made public immediately. Which, really, left him without many secrets at all. The only thing everyone didn't know was- oh.
Seeing the realization on the other's face brought a grin to Malfoy's. He walked a predatory circle around Harry, surveying him like an animal its prey. He stopped behind the Chosen One and crossed his arms. "Now, what to do with this information I have." He paused for a moment in faux concentration. "Oh, I have an idea. How about I tell Ginn-"
"Don't you dare," Harry growled, turning to look over his shoulder.
"Oh?" Malfoy chuckled. It was playing out just like he had planned. "Then what will you give me to keep my silence?"
"I'm not giving you anything," Harry said, spinning around to face the other boy. "I don't trust you to keep your word."
"Harry, Harry, I'm disappointed. Do you think I would tell you I knew if there wasn't something I wanted?" Everyone knew as long as Malfoy got what he wanted, he was (usually) reasonable enough.
Seething, Harry balled his hands into fists, giving Malfoy quite the glare. "Fine," he spat. "What do you want?"
"That is a very good question." Draco took one more lap around Harry before facing him again, grinning. "Those."
Harry blinked. "What?"
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "Your glasses," he said, holding a hand out, "give them to me."
Two fingers came up to touch lightly at his frames. "I can't give you these. I won't be able to see!"
"That's the idea," Malfoy said, unamused.
"I'm not giving you my glasses," Harry told him, taking a step back.
"Oh Ginny!" Draco called, strolling toward the door.
"Wait!" Harry sighed and slowly took off his glasses, surrendering them to his opponent.
Pleased with himself, Draco folded the spectacles and tucked them into his robe. "Try not to run into anyone," he said with a smirk as he left Harry alone, and blind, in the Room of Requirement.
This is a bit longer than most of my first chapters. Then again, most of my first chapters never even see the mark of 1,000 words. Oh hush. Anyway, no worries, it gets better...and kinkier. Read on~