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Harry POV

'He's so …delicate, like he could break if you held him to tight…Holding Draco, what a nice though.'

Harry Potter was once again experiencing a lapse in concentration. Well, a lapse in concentration for the lesson. Draco was far more interesting any way. Sitting right by the only window in the potions classroom , Glowing in the early May sun, Draco looked untouchable. And that only made the-boy-who-lived want to hold the blond boy even more.

His light blond hair fell over his forehead and a few lucky stands were hanging over his icy grey eyes. Said eyes were currently staring outside and Draco was supporting his head in his left hand, making him appear tired and wistful. Most of the class had loosened there ties already, and Draco also had his top button open , revealing a bit more of the pure milky skin. He looked as if he was part of a separate time and place, somewhere far away from the drab dark brooding atmosphere of the classroom.

Harry Potter was intrigued.

' What is he thinking about? What's he staring at? How does he stay so clean? I have only been here 10 minutes and already I am dusty and grimy, while he is a perfect as ever…' Harry sighed and tried once again to listen to Snapes lectures on the magical properties of a violet. Harry only managed to pay attention for 2 seconds , before he was once again staring at Draco.

By now, Draco was drawing on his paper, eyes still with a dreamy ,cloudy look.

'His hands are so petite. Long thin fingers , finely boned palm , tiny and fragile looking wrist. His whole hand gave the impression that if it held any thing heavier then a quill, then it may snap or shatter. No wonder he always get Crabb or Golye to carry his bag' Harry could not help but compare it to them to his own hands; Harry had big hands Quidditch player hands, made for using a broom stick, made to be used, not admired as Draco's hands seemed to be. Harry was momentarily sidetracked, as fantasies of Draco's hands on his body racked him. Harry imagined Draco with his hands in Harry's dark locks, with his hands running over his chest, Draco's hands going lower and lower…

"What you looking at Harry? Is Malfoy up to something?" Ron hissed in Harry's ear. Harry turned back to the hot tempered red head gave a flustered smile;

"No Ron, he is not doing any thing. I just …feel like looking that way, err towards the hands err window," Harry whispered, not feeling the least bit guilty about lying to his friend; it was for his own good any way. Ron would freak if he knew exactly what Harry thought of Draco.

"Stupid blond twat. with his sickly complexion he is bound to get sunburnt in that sunlight. Serves him right if he does, hogging the best place in the classroom" Ron muttered to himself. Harry allowed himself to smile at Ron's little rant and ,once again ignoring his friends and Snape, turned his head back to Draco.

'Ron was right though. With a complexion that pale, Malfoy should not be in the sun. He would look terrible with sun burn.' Harry though , ' No matter what time of year it is, and how much time he spends outside, he always looks that pale. Even if it is beautiful, it can not be right healthy . Imagine how much he would have to spend on sunscreen just to avoid burning, let alone tanning.

A new image entered Harry's mind. Draco laying on a bed , Harry straddling him and massaging sun screen into his soft warm skin…

Looking back towards the black bored, Harry was struck by a sudden realisation. Draco Malfoy was entirely impractical.

With his delicate and petite hands, he looked as though he could not do any sort of practical , "hands on" work, or lift anything heavier then a feather. With a complexion like that, Harry doubted he could do anything outside ,well for very long at least and in the summer. Draco's body was lean and willowy , and it did not appear to have any strength, even though Harry knew under the school robes there were Quidditch enhanced muscles.

Draco did not look like he belonged in this world of toil and sweat.

Draco's role in this world was to be beautiful, to be looked at, to be admired. To be Harry Potters.

With that last though, Harry knew he had to get closer to Draco. He had to see if there was anything about Draco that was of this mortal coil. Harry longed to find out what lay beneath that glass image if perfection. Whether underneath that smooth flawless surface, Draco was alive with passion , with hate, with love. Harry wanted Draco to feel! Harry found himself debating whether Draco would be quite or loud in the torrents of passion Harry would bring him. Whether Draco would be passive or aggressive, passionate or self contained…Harry longed to find the Draco that hide from the world.

Maybe the rest of Hogwarts was happy with the store bought perfection, that Draco showed, but Harry wasn't. One way or another Harry was going to break Draco's surface, and release the living art, behind the glass case.

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