(Disclaimer: All Harry Potter Characters belong only to her greatness, JK Rowling)
Fanfiction: Potter, Choose Me!
Summary: It's a new year at Hogwarts, and the Slytherin Prince and Dungeon Bat of Hogwarts have set their sights on one Harry Potter. Can one of them 'out-woo' the other and capture Harry's heart?
Warnings: No fixed pairing yet. PWP. AU Hogwarts. 5th Year.
"Severus! What the bloody hell was that?"
Hogwarts' very own Draco Malfoy ranted to his godfather deep within the dungeons. Severus smirked back and drawled lazily leaning against his desk.
"It seems that Potter has reduced your mental capacity to that of a flobberworm Draco. I thought it was obvious. I was watching Potter eat his dinner, of course."
"What do you want with Potter anyway? Stay away from him!" Draco snarled in Severus' face. Abruptly, Severus' deep obsidian gaze hardened and his expression turned cold.
"It is not your right to question my actions Draco! I am still your godfather and Head of House! What I do in regards to Potter is none of your business." Severus sneered back.
Draco bristled at the reply but retorted back, "He is mine!"
Severus snarled back, "You cannot lay claim to what was never yours in the first place, foolish boy."
"Oh really? Says who?" Draco taunted.
"Potter will never choose such an immature brat such as you. I can show him how to take his place in the Wizarding World, teach him things he has never dreamed of." Severus replied coolly.
"How would you know? I'm sure that I can easily get him to fall for my charms. Besides, I'm not old enough to be his father. Who can resist me?" Draco glared unflinchingly at the Potions Master.
"Is that a challenge?" Severus' eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Draco's face for hints of weakness.
The patented Malfoy Smirk ™ made its way on to its usual place on Draco's aristocratic features.
"Yes it is."
"Very well, then. I accept. You are digging your own grave Draco."
Draco sniffed and tossed his hair, before turning on his heel and strutting out the door.
Up in Gryffindor Tower, Harry chattered on with his friends amicably, blissfully unaware of the forces plotting behind strange events for weeks to come.