Chapter 1
"Hey Scarhead," a smooth voice said from behind him, mockingly.
"Go away Malfoy, I'm studying," Harry said in annoyance, his eyes still focused on the pages of his potions book.
"It is rather adorable that you even try Potter, but I think it would do your minuscule brain some good if you stopped fooling around for a minute or two," the blonde boy said in a sugary tone as he placed himself down on the wooden stool beside him. He then proceeded to push all of Harry's books and items to the farther corner and out of reach.
"Seriously… Stop being such a pain in the arse and leave me the heck alone!" Harry hissed out angrily, reaching out for his books.
"Speaking of being a pain in the arse," Malfoy continued in a low voice while gripping Harry's wrists and pulling him down to his chair again. "I can't help but notice the way you keep looking at mine, one would think you're gay, Potter," Draco said, lips stretched into his telltale smirk and silver eyes burning into the green ones across from him. Harry choked loudly in response ripping his hands out of Malfoys firm grip.
"I've got no idea what you're on about," Harry said knuckles turning white from gripping the table edge, refusing to meet the gaze of his.
Draco sighed dramatically, "If that's what you want to believe, then alright. But for future reference you might want to be a little more discreet next time you check my glorious arse out" he said superiorly. Harry felt his face heating up, his mind was blank of words, the mortification of the situation was slowly sinking in and the green-eyed boy went pale as a sheet.
"Awww that blush looked so pretty on you Potter, what a waste to see it go so quickly," Draco cooed un-sincerely, his smirk growing by the second.
Furiously standing up, Harry collected his books and was about to flee when he heard the low murmur from the boy behind him, making him halt and blanch in despair.
"One would wonder what the whole school will think in the morning when they get the Daily Prophet, and what more the wizarding world"
Sinking down heavily on the empty chair, Harry's head drooped solemnly.
"Fine... What do you want?" Harry said, voice hitching up at the last syllable.
"Why I'm glad you asked Potter" Draco's grey eyes swept over the room before continuing, "I have to say that this place has lost my interest for the time being. What better way to ease the boredom than to have our Golden Saviour at my disposal?"
Harry shook his head in outrage, "And why would I do anything for you"
"I would actually think it is in your best interest to listen to what I'm saying carefully, lest your little redhead girlfriend find out about you little...problem"
"Blackmail? Really Malfoy? I mean what else could one expect from Slytherin." Harry snarled out too loudly for the current environment earning himself a stern glare from Ms Pince.
Draco chuckled darkly waving harry off before continuing."You will do what I want, or I will tell your little blood traitor all about your certain tastes"
"Fine Malfoy, you're bored, what do you want me to do about it. Run down to the great hall naked?" Harry snarked brows furrowing together as he looked at the blond boy in front of him. "As amusing that would be ill have to decline your offer, for the sake of not traumatising the first years any more than necessary" Draco finished, an amusing glint in those steel eyes.
"What do you want then" Harry spat, angrily.
"Isn't it obvious?" Draco said silkily, waiting for a response but Harry only stared blankly at him not reacting. "Salazar you're slow," Draco said almost fondly as he stood up and strode confidently towards the library exit. When he nearly reached for the doorknob he turned glancing back at the dark haired boy.
"Coming Potter?"
Harry sat frozen to his seat, a split second later he surged into action grabbing his things and slowly made his way towards the boy. "Where are we going?" Harry asked hesitantly, but his question was ignored. Draco continued walking at the same pace until they reached a door at the end of the fourth floor. Draco opened the door for him.
"Get in"
Harry grumbled under his breath but walked in without hesitation. It was a deserted classroom who had all of the tables shoved up against the walls which Harry placed his books and bag upon. All of a sudden Draco slammed him into the nearest wall.
"Ouch, that hurt! Malfoy! What do you think you're do-" his sentence was cut short when soft lips were pressed against his. Harry stiffened up, getting ready to shove the blonde way but his body refused to follow his commands. Heat flared through Harry and he could not resist those soft lips any longer. Harry kissed him back.