Draco was walking down the hall and thinking about his summer. His father had been especially harsh with his punishments this year after returning home from Azkaban, hell bent on training Draco to become the perfect Death Eater.
As Draco rounded the corner he came face to face with none other than Harry Potter, who was the last person Draco wanted to see on his fourth day back at school. This wasn't because of any hatred on Draco's part, as he liked to make everyone believe, but because of a strange attraction Draco felt toward the other, slightly smaller boy.
Draco stopped walking and just stared at the sight before him. Harry was glaring at him suspiciously but his look seemed to lack any real malice, which gave Draco a fleeting sense of hope. Aside from his eyes Harry was looking very hot in his low rise jeans and tight fitting shirt, causing certain parts of Draco's anatomy to react.
"Malfoy," Harry said, moving to go around Draco. Draco however, thought he saw Harry looking appreciatively at his own tight fitting jeans and black muscle tank that had been a gift from Pansy, so on impulse he reached out and pinned Harry against the wall.
Leaning in he whispered softly into his ear, "Potter."
He was sure he felt Harry shiver before he was pushed away.
"Fuck off, Malfoy," Harry said, not looking at Draco. Before Draco could so much as open his mouth Harry was running back down the hall, giving Draco a chance to look at his ass.
A/N: This is my first story and this is just the first chapter. I kind of know where I would go with this, but not really. Please review and let me know what you think! I hope you liked it.