Harry's POV
I wake up to hands running along my body, I groan in confusion. There is a deep gravelly voice in my ear, "You look like a tasty little treat, Potter.", before I have a chance to call out a hand is slapped over my mouth.
"Petrificus Totalus!", Blond hair slowly enters my field of vision. My thoughts are racing as Draco's face comes into view. His dark grin makes me whimper, having no clue what he will do to me.
In all the years of our rivalry, I have always felt strange around him, his voice makes me shiver. I find myself looking for him in the halls or staring at him during meals. The thrill of beating him in quittage always stirred something inside me.
I'm snapped back to reality when he lifts up my head, staring me straight in the eyes. "I can't help myself anymore, I'm going to have fun with you. I see the looks you give me and it's time something is done."
My brows furrowed in confusion.
"You're too innocent for your own good, Potter. I'll show you what you need..", with that, he leans in and kisses me. I feel him bite my lips and slide his tongue in, devouring me with one kiss. Suddenly my body is unbound, I frantically try to shove him off me. His strong body only pushes down on me more.
"Silencio", he murmurs. Sitting up and yanking me into his lap. My frail body not putting up much of a fight. 'Stupid Dursleys' I think. I quit my useless struggles, "What do you want Malfoy."...
