Right, first yaoi fan fic, ahhh! Wish me luck :3


"Stupid Snape. Stupid potions." He muttered under his breath, hurrying up the stairs towards the Gryffindor common room, he had to meet Ron and Ginny to head down to the Quidditch pitch for training. Harry however, must have not noticed where he was going because he tripped up the stairs, crashing head first - literally- into his enemy of 5 and a half years, Draco Malfoy. It must have been one hell of a trip, because he didn't realize where his face was until he got the stars out of his eyes.

"Enjoying the view Potter?" Purred Malfoy, enjoying the startled look in those brilliant green eyes.

Harry looked up at him flushing and pulled his face away from Malfoy's crotch. "In your dreams" he snapped, standing up and brushing his robes down.

"How did you know?" Malfoy asked, standing too and pushing Harry against the bannister, breathing heavily in his ear.

Harry could feel his pulse racing, and stifled a moan which tried to escape past his lips.

"Know what?" He gasped, trying weakly to push the blonde haired boy off him, but Draco refused to move. He must have more muscle than there looks, Harry thought, trying to fight off the urge to reach out and see if his assumption was correct.

"That I dream about you," Draco whispered in his ear, nibbling at the lobe slightly.

This time Harry could not stifle the moan, and he could feel Malfoy grin as he moved down to his neck, but was jolted slightly as the stair case started to move, which gave Harry enough leverage to push Draco off him.

He stood there red faced, breathing slightly harder than usual, glaring down at his attacker, before he ran up the stairs and as far away from him as he could manage.

Draco sat there slightly bemused. He couldn't help but admire Potters ass as he ran, thinking about all the things he would do to it. He groaned in frustration, looking down at the bulge that was forming in his trousers. Calm down He thought, breathing slowly. He couldn't tell anyone his feelings for Potter, (specially not your father, hey Draco? ;D) But he couldn't help but think that that infuriating Mood Blood had seen through his insults. She had been giving him knowing looks for weeks whenever he was around Potter, but when he looked at her, she always looked away.

He rested his head in his hands before he stood, calm enough to walk. He remembered when his obsession over Potter had started, during their first year when he rejected him out right in front of the whole year before the sorting. He had been determined to get revenge, but over the years the determination had become an obsession then lust.

He started back down the stairs, and if he hadn't been so preoccupied with his problems, he would of noticed that the cause of them had stopped at the top of the stairs, and was staring down at him, face tinged with a faint blush.

Harry watched Draco walk off, his face still pink from earlier. He should have been use to Malfoy's advances, as they had been occurring for just over a year. He cursed, He can't of figured it out. Harry thought, green eyes full of longing.

He had known for a while he was gay, and Ron and Hermione were fine with it - Ginny was heart broken, but she had gotten over it and was with Dean - but that's as far as anyone knew. No one, however knew of his longings for a certain young blond haired man, especially not Malfoy himself.