Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter. It all belongs to J.K. and she can have them, I just want Daniel Radcliffe and Tom Felton, please is it too much to ask. Gods, if your listening, can I have them, please! Just kidding . . . sort of.
Rating: PG-13
Summary : Someone can't focus in History of Magic. Their thoughts are on something else, more like someone else. Warning: Slash.
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I sit here and watch as he makes himself comfortable. I always do this, and it really pisses me off. I had a crush on him before, I can admit that. But I'm supposed to be over him. It was a one time thing and I hated myself for it. But here I sit staring at his lovely ass. Goddamn it! See I did it again! I don't want to be this way. I don't want to feel like this about him. I just want things to go back to the way they were before. But I can't help it. He just draws my attention. How can you not look at him? I mean he's so hot just sitting there, concentrating. Gods, I wish I was the quill in his mouth. To feel those perfect pink lips close around me, surrounding me with their warmth . . . Fuck! Did you see what happened right there? He . . . he seduced me, without even trying, the bastard. I'm supposed to be this untouchable, unemotional, uncaring person, but he just makes me want to . . . do stuff. Like be nice and caring. You see what that bastard does? Gods I just wish this class was over. He writes down some notes and licks his lips. Oh fuck. I hate him. He glances over toward me. I jerk my head away, hoping he didn't notice my stare. Damn, he noticed. I know because I can now feel his heavy stare.
After class I took my time packing up my stuff. I didn't want to run into him in the hallway. I shuffled my bag onto my shoulder and made my way out the door. I guess he wants some answers because he's standing right there. I feel a bout of nervousness and curse. I'm never nervous. You see what that bastard does to me. I tried to make my way around him, but was stopped with a hand to my chest.
"I noticed you staring in class." That's it. That's all he has to say. I was expecting some big fight to break out. Jeez, I'm stressed about this.
"So? That's it?" I asked, voicing my thoughts. He looked me over, I guess to see what I was feeling. Hah, the bastard won't figure it out. He smiled suddenly. Damn, did he solve the puzzle? The bastard can't be that smart.
"Do you wanna do something on Saturday? With me I mean?" I blinked at the question, not expecting it. He blushed slightly and I realized I wasn't the only one who was nervous.
"Yeah. That sounds good. But what will everyone say?" I watched as he grinned at my answer. His grin didn't lessen any with the question.
"You think I give a fuck? I have a date with the hottest guy here." He winked suggestively and took my hand, dragging us to our next class. Maybe I don't hate him. I'm definitely not over him. Gods, what the hell happened? I, Draco Malfoy, fell for him, Harry Potter. Jeez, what a world we live in.
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