Draco narrowed his eyes when he saw Potter enter the library.
'Oh great' he thought, annoyed 'Perfect timing... As usual'
"Hey Malfoy!" Harry said with his unusually cheery voice
"Potter," Draco said curtly "Why are you here and why now?" Draco said, feigning curiousity "Oh I dunno. I saw you walking in earlier thought I'd see what was up." The raven-haired Griffindor asked, swaying his feet back in forth as he sat in front of Draco.
'Why was he here?!' Draco wondered idly, watching the other boy and noting his body. Thin but muscular, with tanned skin, wearing his usual red and gold scarf with his robes. And his eyes... those green pools that you could lose yourself in... His well defined jaw that was sharper than a knife. But his soft plush lips, they were the pièce de résistance that completed the boy's face.
"See something you like?" Harry said, raising his eyebrows
'Damnit, he noticed.' Draco thought "I'd just noticed..." he trailed off. Was he really admiring him or just disgusted at the sight? No, it wasn't disgust... Then what was it?
"What are those glasses for Potter? You need better ones. I was clearly not staring but merely zoned out. Don't think so highly of your own beauty." Realising he had told Harry the last part he blushed lightly, trying to seem uninterested. He closed his eyes. "I have no clue whether or not that was a compli-" Harry was cut off by Draco's lips colliding with his.
'What am i doing?' Draco thought confusedly, forcing his lips onto the other's. He was right. They were soft and cushioned. Harry struggled to get him off, but Draco held strong. Harry was sitting in an armchair and Draco pinned him between his pale arms. Once Harry managed to get his lips away from Malfoy, the Slytherin could see that his face was bright red. "WHAT THE FUCK MALFOY?!" He asked, trying to sound annoyed, but he failed miserably. Draco just smirked.