Ah...I'll just leave this here. Pointless little drabbles, most inspired by songs I was listening to at the time.
The castle was like a maze, but Draco didn't mind. In fact the twisting corridors and hidden niches served his purposes quite well.
He was sure he knew the halls of Hogwarts better than a good majority of the teachers. The blonde had made a habit of studying which stairways went where, what shortcuts he could take to be closer to him in the least amount of time, what halls possessed empty classrooms where he could be alone and think.
"Potter, what a surprise."
It wasn't a surprise, not really. Draco had been waiting in that hall for a good twenty minutes, knowing he would take that way to his Astronomy class. The lanky Gryffindor regarded him with unveiled animosity, which both excited and saddened Draco. "Malfoy. I thought I smelled something foul."
That hatred, that beauty. He loved to see it in his eyes. It was an expression only Draco got to see, and that made it wonderful.
"Are you sure the smell wasn't coming from Granger's hair? Good lord, it looks as if something's died in there."
That look. The fury, the displeasure. Draco basked in it. He wondered why seeing the object of his affections unhappy was so thrilling.
Maybe he was just a sadist like that.
"Screw you, Malfoy." Harry's fists were clenched and it was obvious he wanted to hit him.
'If only you really meant that, Potter.'
His friends ushered the other boy away, telling him it wasn't worth it. Draco watched as they retreated down the hall. His eyes stuck to the messy haired boy until he was gone.
Draco almost wished he had hit him. No, scratch that. He did wish it. Because if the only physical contact they were ever meant to have was pain, then he would relish every second of it.