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The wind howled throughout the castle, loud enough for those even in the dungeons to hear. The storm that raged outside the school's walls echoed throughout the corridors, frightening the younger (and even a few older) students with its intensity.

Not among those students that cuddled beneath their blankets to hide was Draco Malfoy. That particular Slytherin was standing outside in the thick of the storm, the arrogant smirk that usually graced his face replaced with one of the rare smiles that he let loose only when no one was around. Not even his mother had seen him really smile that way since he was a young boy.

Draco spread his arms wide, tilting his head back as he caught the rain in his mouth. He'd always loved the rain, and storms were his favorite. The sounds of thunder, flashes of lightning, it was chaos at its best. A time when everything important was driven from his mind and leaving only the feelings of happiness and oblivion.

It was during storms that Draco could really appreciate the world and all that it held. It was when he felt the rain pouring around him, beating against him, that he could push the destiny that his parents had carved for him out of his mind and wish that he could make his own way, choose his own place. It gave him a fleeting pleasure to imagine what it would be like to be free, to live life how he wanted it. He wouldn't have to pretend to be someone he wasn't. He knew it was dangerous to think that way. He knew that longing for freedom and a chance to be himself would bring him nothing but disappointment.

With a sigh, he lowered his arms and turned towards the castle, a look of surprise came to his previously serene face when he saw a shadowy figure hurry down the steps, his arms trying to block the worst of the rain. Even though he couldn't see the person's face, he knew who it was. Who other than Potter (excluding Draco himself) would sneak out after curfew? Not giving himself time to think through his decision, Draco hurried after the other boy, keeping to a distance so as not to be seen.

He had expected for Potter to head towards Hagrid's, to pay the great oaf a visit. Yet the boy turned towards the Lake. Curiosity now ruled Draco's mind. He had to know what Potter was up to, had to know why he had snuck out. He knew it wasn't rational, knew if Potter caught him he'd have some quick thinking to do, but he didn't care. He just wanted to know.

When someone came out of the shadows next to the lake, Draco stopped and hid behind a tree, only looking around it far enough to watch as Potter launched himself at the boy, a sixth year Ravenclaw with blonde hair who's name escaped Draco. When he saw the two kiss, he was sure that, had he been anyone but a Malfoy, his jaw would have dropped.

The Ravenclaw lowered them to the ground, making sure that Potter was on top. The brunette backed away for a moment, saying something, and Draco wished that he could hear what was being said. The look on Potter's face wasn't happy, but when the blonde reached up and pulled him down for another kiss, the look melted away and was replaced with one of complete abandon.

Potter leaned back, smirking ever so slightly at the Ravenclaw, just as a flash of lightning illuminated the sky. In that moment, when Draco looked into emerald green eyes so intense with need, so bright with passion, that he thought of Potter as something other than Potter. He saw him as Harry, his next conquest.

A Seducer's Eyes

Harry made his way up to the castle a few minutes after Brandon had left him down by the lake. He couldn't help but be a mad at the blonde. Couldn't help but be mad at all the wizards he had dated. All his relationships ended up the same, with the guy pretending to care for him, but once they realized that he was holding fast to his virginity until the right moment, the right person. None of them would give him enough time to tell if they were right for him.

It wasn't his fault that he had standards. He knew his first time would be painful; it would be until he grew used to the feeling of another guy being inside him. He wanted to know that whoever he chose to be with would take the time to ensure that Harry would have as much pleasure as possible. He wanted someone who would wait for him, would treat him kindly. Someone who wouldn't hurt him.

It was those few like Brandon who he could never relate to, however, that really mad him mad. Even though they knew he was a virgin, they expected him to still be experienced. They thought that, even though he wasn't ready to play submissive, he was more than ready to be dominant. He wasn't against either position, but he held the same view. The man who took his virginity, whether he was top or bottom, had to be perfect…at least perfect for him.

He knew that his standards intimidated most guys, and those who thought that he was just joking ended up regretting it later on. To Harry, it seemed as though he could never win.



With a sigh, he glanced behind him at the lake. Shock ran through him as he spotted Malfoy standing next to a tree, watching him closely. Harry froze; the only thought racing through his mind was that of what would happen next? Malfoy couldn't be trusted to keep his mouth shut, and Harry hadn't even told Ron and Hermione about his preference for guys. When Malfoy began to walk toward him, Harry wanted nothing more than to run, to forget about Gryffindor bravery and hide beneath his bed until everything blew over, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his feet to move.

Draco reached him, the Malfoy Smirk planted firmly on his face. "Well, Potter, tonight sure was…enlightening," he said.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry snapped; his face pale, voice weak.

The blonde made a clicking sound with his teeth. "Now, Harry," he purred, leaning in close to him, whispering next to his ear, "Is that anyway to speak to the guy who knows your secret?"

Harry glared at him, "Who says it's a secret? And don't call me Harry."

"Please! If even one person knew that you were gay, the whole school would learn of it. And I'll call you whatever I want."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Harry stepped away from him. "Just drop it, Malfoy."

Shaking his head, Malfoy moved closer to him, placing his hands on Harry's hips and holding him in place. "I don't want to drop it," he said, his voice close to a whisper. He leaned down, his lips against Harry's so lightly that the brunette wasn't even sure it happened. But then he felt the blonde's skillful lips move to his neck, the soft scrape of teeth just below his ear, and he nearly melted.

"Stop it," he gasped out even as he moved in closer to Malfoy, his hands moving to the blonde's chest, first to push him, then to clutch at his shirt.

"Don't fight me, Harry," he whispered, "Don't push me away."

"But-"

"Shh."

"Draco," Harry sighed, his voice no louder than a breath. But the Draco heard it, and in his name he heard every feeling that Harry was experiencing. Confusion, desire, anger, and fear. It was enough to bring a bit of sense to him, enough for him to pull away.

Harry took the respite to move out of the blonde's grasp, his breathing labored and his eyes a bit wide. He took a slow step back, then another. He was about to turn and run when Malfoy said, a bit uncertainly, "Wait, please, Harry."

"You can't expect me to stay here. Not after…"his voice trailed off.

Malfoy moved closer to him, lightly grazing Harry's cheek with the back of his hand. "You're a prize, Harry," he said, his confidence back. "You're going to be my prize. I want you, and I always get what I want."

Harry's eyes flashed in anger, "And you think I'll just give into you? I'm not one of your groupies, Malfoy, and I have some dignity. I don't care if you tell the whole fucking school that I'm gay, there's no way you'll have me."

"We'll see about that, Harry. I don't give up easily."

A Seducer's Eyes

Harry stared at the Gryffindor red curtains surrounding his bed. He'd been laying there for nearly an hour, his thoughts focused on the blonde Slytherin, the feel of soft lips against his own, of teeth against his neck. His body still burned from the experience, his mind still replaying every word said, every sensation felt. He wanted to deny what had happened, wanted to deny that he hadn't been turned on by the arrogant prat, but his every fiber still thrummed with desire, still longed to be touched.

He couldn't help the occasional moan that escaped his lips, so was thankful for the silencing charm he'd remembered to place to keep out Neville's snores and keep in his screams caused by nightmares. His whole body screamed for release. A part of him, the irrational part that always lead him into trouble, yelled at him to go find Malfoy, to force him to finish what he had started. Another part was yelling for him to get a grip on himself, to go to sleep and forget that anything had even happened.

He knew, though, that the later would be impossible. The look in Malfoy's eyes as he told Harry that he wouldn't give up was all he needed to know that the blonde was serious. Malfoy wouldn't allow him to forget what happened. He'd do everything he could to ensure that Harry's thoughts were focused on him. From years of fighting, Malfoy had learned what to say to get Harry riled, what to do to provoke his anger. And, as just proven, the blonde also knew how to ignite Harry's passion.

With a sigh, Harry forced his thoughts to the back of his mind. He would deal with them when he had to. But at this moment, he wanted sleep. But he found that even his dreams were occupied by the Slytherin.

A Seducer's Eyes



Draco smirked slightly when he saw Harry walk into the Great Hall the next morning. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and he much more sluggishly than he usually did in the morning. Draco was sure that he hadn't gotten much, if any, sleep the night before.

When Harry sat at the Gryffindor table with his friends, he looked across the Hall, green eyes catching silvery-grey. Even from this distance, Draco could see the blush that graced Harry's cheeks. With a smirk, he winked at the brunette and watched as Harry became flustered and knock over his goblet, spilling his pumpkin juice and causing the Gryffindors seated around him to jump up, but not before they got wet.

Draco couldn't stop the chuckle at the sight. Harry's face blazed even redder as he apologized over and over again.

"What's so funny?" Blaise asked from beside him,

"Potter's being a klutz," he answered, turning his attention to the darker boy, for the first time noticing that Pansy was sitting on the other side of him. He had to hold back a curse as she smiled at him flirtatiously. He could only be thankful that Blaise had managed to keep the…overly affectionate girl away from him while he'd been focusing on Harry.

The look on Blaise's face was torn between amusement and shock. Blaise always had the uncanny ability to guess who Draco would go after next. It didn't mean he always liked or agreed with those choices, but he always kept his mouth shut, always let Draco do as he pleased.

Pansy, on the other hand, was a different story. She hated it when he chose a new "conquest". She hated it even more that those conquests were always guys. She just didn't understand that he was into guys, that he didn't find girls the least bit attractive. Sure, he knew when one was pretty, beautiful even, but they just couldn't get his blood boiling. She never gave up on him, never believed him every time he told her to that he didn't like her. She insisted that he was just confused.

With a shake of his head, Blaise said, "Just be careful, Draco. Potter's not like those other guys. He's not going to let you win easily. It may even backfire on you."

"You can't go after Potter!" Pansy shrieked, drawing the attention of those around them. "He's a Gryffindor! He's against everything we believe in!"

"Get a grip, Pansy," Draco snapped. "I can have him if I want, there's nothing you can do to stop me. So get over yourself and leave me alone."

Pansy's face reddened in anger. But instead of retorting, she stood up and stormed out of the Great Hall. Draco sighed with relief and brought out his writing stuff from his bag. After dipping the quill into the ink, he wrote a short note on the parchment. Midnight, Room of Requirement. Tapping the parchment with his wand, he watched as it folded itself into a mini-dragon and wondered towards the Gryffindor table. Without waiting for Harry to give an answer, Draco left with Blaise right behind him.

Whee! A new story! I'm really looking forward to writing this one. I have so many plans for Harry and Draco! I hope you enjoyed it. Review!