AN: Hi guys! Yep, this is a Drarry fanfic for all shippers of this couple! Hope you enjoy it :)

Harry was in a great mood. Double Potions! He kept feeling a grin tug on his lips. Hermione and Ron were shooting him curious looks over their cauldrons as he pranced around brewing his potion. Snape had loomed over him twice and even taken five points from Gryffindor for "too much cheerfulness". Harry sort of felt like Ron and Hermione were doubting his sanity. But nothing could change his mood. Because double Potions meant working with with Slytherins and who was in Slytherin? That's right, Draco Malfoy. The guy of his dreams. Well, the guy he fantasized about all the time at least.

Harry's eyes were constantly pulled to the sight of Malfoy brewing, as if magnetized, as he admired the Slytherin's broad back fitted into his crisp white shirt, which stuck to him in the heat and left little to Harry's very active imagination. He traced the line of Draco's face with his eyes, drinking in the perfect features. The sight of the concentrated boy was immensly enjoyable. Suddenly, Draco turned his head to look for an ingredient and caught Harry's eye. His heart missing a beat, he quickly went back to his work, blushing madly, while Draco smirked, clearly guessing Harry's thoughts.

Although Harry had been ashamed at being noticed, he could not help keep watching Draco whenever he could. When else could he admire the taunt muscles of his arms when he mesured ingredients, the clear line of his jaw, his long eyelashes sweeping up and down gracefully? Unfortunately, he was not paying enough attention to his cauldron and added too much powdered root of Asphodel, which made the potion froth dangerously and spill all over his desktop and over the books which he had left on it. Haughtily, Snape refused to let Hermione help him out and gave him a T. But Harry didn't care, for all he expected of a satisfactory Potions Class was to be able to observe the sexy blond Slytherin at his will. A sexy blond Slytherin who was scowling at him from accross the room. Uh oh.

Harry left quickly after the lesson to avoid Draco, whatever he wanted with him, but was instead cornered by Hermione on the third floor corridor.

"Harry!" she hissed, "what's going on with you? You usually don't smile so much in Potions and you certainly don't ruin your potion that badly."

Harry had no idea what to say. He mumbled a little then suddenly his Malfoy Radar tingled and he looked up, spotting Draco laughing with his friends. He blushed. Hermine goggled at him.

"Harry?" she gasped, "it's Draco? It really is? But - you hate him!"

Harry scowled at the thought and stared hard at Hermione.

"Look, I've learned to like him… and not only for his personnality."

"But it completely distracted you! Harry, I don't think this is healthy for you."

"Not healthy? Are you crazy?"

"It's just - I thought you liked Ginny…"

"Yeah well, a few dates with her and I realised otherwise." Harry noticed a pained look on Hermione's faced and sighed, knowing what that look meant too well.

"Okay, what's wrong?" he asked.

"I find it… okay, you and Draco? I just find it… sick."

Harry gulped and tried to hold back his anger. He didn't manage.

"Hermione, what the hell? I'm gay, okay, and it's not my fault!" he sort of yelled in a shushed voice. "I know it's not usual, but it happens and I've learned to accept so you should too. And don't start with Ginny, I did try with her and it didn't work. So there. If you're gonna be a - a - a homophobe, then leave me alone."

Harry stormed off, fuming. Hermione, of all people? She was used to prejudice herself, being a muggleborn, and she still reacted that way? What was the word she had used… sick. Yeah, right. As if he could control it. he was so angry he didn't notice the broad blond boy bursting out of a classroom and crashed right into him. The contact sent a fiz of electricity through him, he smelled a heavenly smell of fancy soap, a hint of aftershave and that particular body odor and he knew : it was Draco.

The Slytherin had a wild look in his eyes as he pulled Harry in front of him like a shield against whatever was inside that classroom.

"Save me!" moaned Draco, terrified, to a bewildered Harry. Taken by surprise but eager to please the man he loved, Harry advanced into the classroom, his wand held in front of him. He was prepared for a boggart, a dementor, a troll, even a spider, who knew… but he was not prepared for Pansy Parkinson on a mattress, naked.

Harry gasped and averted his eyes, not wanting to look at all that skin.

"What the fuck, Malfoy?" turning around to avoid Pansy's suggestives glances.

"She wants me to sleep with her!" wailed Draco desperately.

Harry dragged the boy out and closed the door.

"And you don't want to?"

"Have you SEEN my reaction?" sneered Malfoy and Harry recognised the snarky Slytherin again.

"Okay, but why? I mean, I just saw her, and she is definitely more than attractive."

"I guess… I don't actually like girls. I'm telling you this so that you don't think I'm scared of sex but that doesn't mean you can start spreading it around, Potter, get it?" Draco brandished his wand under Harry's nose.

Harry couldn't think of the threat. All that he knew was that : DRACO WAS GAY! He had never felt this hopeful since understanding his sexuality. Oh, and he was also distracted by Draco's hot abs he could see through his ripped shirt, which made him smirk. Draco reddened and slipped a sweater on angrily.

Harry missed the sight of the abs so he looked higher up - not down, no, that would be very bad - at Draco's shoulders and neck. They were so smooth and muscly. He couldn't resist, he stretched out his arm and rested his hand on Draco's neck with great care. As their skins came in contact, Harry gave a small gasp. Draco froze, misreading the action:

"Hey, Potter, just because I admitted I'm gay doesn't mean I'm going to pounce on you at your touch. Get your hand off me."

However, the sudden tightness in Draco's trousers told another story. Harry stroked his hand up higher and cupped Malfoy's jaw.

"Yeah, well, maybe you won't pounce on me," he murmured in a husky voice, "but I'm gonna pounce on you." And he did.

Harry pushed Malfoy against the wall, wrapping his arms around the boy's nack and squeezing his body against him as closely as possible. He looked into Draco's eyes which seemed torn between shaking Harry off and taking his pants off right there. Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, but Harry used the opportunity to press his lips against Draco's and started kissing him passionately. Malfoy didn't push him back : he melted into Harry's embrace and kissed him back even more heatedly.

Harry's entire body was throbbing, he pressed into Malfoy even closer, out of breath but never wanting to stop moving his lips against Draco's. His eyes closed as his hormones pulsed and he heard Draco moan when they grabbed eachother harder. This was pure bliss. Suddenly, they heard the door next to them jingle and Harry jumped off Draco, who seemed so sad that it had stopped that Harry grinned sheepishly, before putting his clothes back in place and sprinting off, his heart beating madly. Wow. That was all he could think of. Wow. And also… I want to get in bed with him.

AN: Chapter 1 finished! More is coming soon, and I hope this will quickily become M-rated because they are so hot together, right? Let me know what you think, it really helps (oh, okay, I also just enjoy the comments ^^ ). BTW, some of you may be a little annoyed by Hermione's reaction but don't worry, you'll understand it soon enough. This is not a Hermione bashing. Oh, and please tell me if you think this is already M? I'm not sure actually. Thanks so much!