A/N ok so this is my first Harry Potter story . . . well Harry made a guest appearance in one of my other stories but that doesn't count any way enjoy

Warning: Cursing, boy love –yeah that's right its slash! If you don't like that get your homophobic ass off my story and go read one of my strait pairing though they aren't as interesting in my opinion-, and yeah I think that's about – wait no Draco getting all graby-handy at the end now that's it

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Harry's pov

I would like to have that woman write 'I'm a bitch!', and see how she likes it when its carved into her hand.

Damn my hand really hurts.

My heart sped up as a saw Malfoy. No it was not girlish! It was a very manly speeding up! Don't look at me like that! It was!

"Potter what are you doing out this late?" He sneered.

"What are you doing out this late?" I fired back. He knew good and well what I was doing. Everyone in school knew. Stupid high school gossip.

"In case you've forgotten I happen to be a prefect. I'm supposed to be out here making sure people like you are not out here. So I'll ask again, 'why are you out this late?'." He said smirking.

"You know good and well I had detention Malfoy!" I said angrily, flinging my hands in the air in frustration.

He was about to make some sharp comeback, when suddenly his eyes narrowed. "What is that on your hand Potter?" He asked slowly.

"Nothing!" I said quickly, and stuffed my hand in the pocket of my robe. I was not going to seem week in front of the guy I liked.

He marched forward, until we were nose to nose. He then grabbed my arm, and yanked, pulling my hand out of my pocket without touching it in a way that would cause pain.

He examined my hand, while I looked down. For some reason I felt week and ashamed.

After a few moments he spoke. "Who did this to you?" He asked in a low dangerous growl, that both scared me a little and turned me on.

Instead of answering I just kept looking down. That is until he roughly grabbed my chin, and forced me to meet his eyes. "Who. Did This. To. You." He said in the same voice only slightly louder, his eyes looked murderous.

I tried to move my face, but his grip was to strong. "Damn it Harry! You answer me before I find a truth spell!" He practically yelled.

"It's not that bad. There was more blood before." I mumbled. This didn't seem to help matters. His eyes narrowed more, and I could feel him tensing even more.

"Fine it was Umbridge." I sighed. "She told me I had to write lines, but she made me use her quill, and whenever I wrote it carved into my hand, and was written on the parchment in my blood." I explained.

He quickly let go of me, and stormed over to the office. "Draco no!" I said in a panic that he would get hurt over me.

I couldn't really call it knocking when his fist banged on the door of Umbrridge's office door. No his hitting was too hard and violent for it to be knocking.

"Yes?" She asked opening her door –almost getting his in the face doing so seeing as Draco was about to "knock" again. "Oh I don't believe I know your name." She inquired as if she shouldn't see the burning anger in Draco's eyes.

"My name is Draco Malfoy. What was Potter in trouble for exactly?" He asked, the anger barely controlled in his voice.

"For spreading nasty little lies, inappropriate behavior in my class room, and yelling at me –his teacher." She said. "I hope you're not getting any ideas."

"Oh I'm getting a few." He said before turning on his heal, grabbing my wrist, and dragging me away.

"Draco what is all this about? Why do you even care?" I asked.

"We have Defense Ageist The Dark Arts together tomorrow right?" he asked not answering my question.

"Well yes, but what does that have to do wi-" he cut me off.

"You'll see." Was his answer before he headed off in the direction of what I presumed was his houses area.

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"Hey anyone want to hear a nasty little lie?" Draco said loudly in the middle of class. Oh god.

"I'm strait! I don't have a crush on Harry-Fucking-The-Boy-Who-Lived-Potter! I don't believe him that You-Know-Who is back! I don't think that Cedric was killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! I have no reason what so ever for doing this!" He said just as loudly.

I could feel my cheeks turning as red as Ron's hair. He liked me?

"How about some inappropriate behavior?" There was some cheering of encouragement for the first interesting thing to happen all day. Draco strutted –yes strutted- over to my desk, taking in my flushed appearance.

"I'm pretty sure PDA is considered inappropriate in schools." Was all the warning I got before he jerked me forward over the desk by my tie, and smashed his lips onto mine. Just as quick as it happened it was over.

"What was the last one? Oh right! Yelling at you." He smiled brightly. "YOU ARE THE FUCKING BITCH QUEEN OF HIPPOCRACY!" He shouted. (a/n on one of my friends phones that's her contact name for her mom . . . their relationship isn't good . . .)

"Detention." She said in a tense voice.

"What am I going to do in detention out of curiosity? Have your demon quill carve lines into my hand repeatedly until the parchment is covered in my blood like what you did to Potter, which I'm sure is illegal." He was no longer smiling, but glaring and using the same voice he had last night.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said frantically.

"Please you can kiss the ass of your job in the ministry goodbye, because my father isn't the only son of a bitch that knows important people there." Draco sneered at her.

He then grabbed me, by my tie yet again, and dragged me out of the class room.

"Wh-what was that?" I yelled after he dragged me into the room of requirements. The room had a huge green and red couch, and silver and gold rugs.

"That was my proving that no one can hurt you. And telling you how I feel." He paused. "But if you think you're going to be on top just because I used the word 'crush' your very mistaken." He informed me.

"I-I you don't even know if I like you or not!" I burst out. I did but . . . still.

He just rolled his eyes, and pressed hungry lips to mine. His lips were moving fast and ruff ageist mine. I stood there in unresponsive shock for a moment before I hesitantly started moving my lips with his.

As soon as he got a response he pushed me down lying on top of me. I ran my fingers through his soft blond hair.

His tongue swiped across my bottom lip. I gasped at this, and he immediately took advantage of this sliding his tongue into my mouth. I let out a small moan when he reached his hand up my shirt, feeling all over my stomach and chest. He seemed to have fun getting sounds out of me by playing with my nipples.

He removed his mouth from mine, and I let out a soft wimpier. He moved to my neck licking and sucking and even a few times biting. There was defiantly going to be a mark.

"Mine." He growled.

"Yours." I confirmed in a breathy sigh.

We snogged a bit longer, but we both knew we had to go. Though Draco didn't seem to want to let me out of the room.

As I was finally about to open the door, I felt him grab my ass. I jumped a little letting out a yelp. "Hey!"

"I own it. I can do what I want with it." Was his response before he held open the door for me.

Okay so that was the most in detail make-out session I have ever written. Did I do good? Let me know in a review or just what you thought of the story . . . I really like reviews they make my day

Let me know if you want more I have more DMxHP ideas ;D