Prologue
"Where do you think you're going, Potter?"
Draco sneered at the dark-haired Gryffindor as he tried to walk past, blocking the path with his arm. He watched as the other boy's expression darkened, and green eyes glared harshly at him from under the messy mop of hair. Draco took in the proud posture and the stubborn set of the chin, and inwardly smirked as he realized his recent growth spurt had put him a few good inches taller than the boy-who-lived.
"Somewhere away from you, Malfoy." Harry snapped immediately, his eyes flashing with irritation as Draco moved to block him again when he tried to go around the blonde. The Gryffindor flushed with annoyance, and moved to shove at the Slytherin blocking his path, but Draco didn't budge, instead smirking as he trapped the other boy against the wall.
"But why would you want to do that?" Draco drawled as he watched Harry turn red, and leaned in closer with glee to watch the normally composed boy so flustered. He had been in that hall only because he had needed to be back to the dungeons for a thicker robe, since the weather had so suddenly changed. Now he was extremely glad for the weather change, if only for the chance to make Potter miserable for a day.
"Oh, I don't know," Harry stated sarcastically, "Because you're an annoying git?"
Green eyes darted both sides before they focused on Draco again, and the blonde felt a pang of triumph as he saw the panicked look in Harry's eyes.
"If I were such an 'annoying git' as you so vulgarly put it…" He raised a hand and gripped Harry's chin firmly, making sure the other boy was looking only at him. "Why is it that you were staring at me in Potions?"
Harry blushed red and sputtered, "You're crazy, Malfoy!"
Draco's smirk only grew wider. Of course he was making this up, but seeing the raven-haired boy blush so deeply was amusing him to no ends. "Am I? Your face tells differently."
"Only because I can't believe how much you flatter yourself into seeing things." Harry snapped. "Now let me go."
Draco studied the flushed face of Harry Potter, seeing something strange in the other boy's eyes that made him slightly nervous despite the fact that he knew he was in control of the situation. "You're not weak. Let yourself go." He leered down at the shorter boy, "Unless, of course, you like it here like this. Do you, Potter? Do you like being submissive to me?"
This time Harry successfully shoved Draco off him, making the Slytherin stumble backwards several steps. "You're the one deluding yourself into imagining that I was staring at you." Harry said smartly, his tone much harsher and voice much deeper than Draco normally heard from the boy. "I say you're the one who likes the situation."
Draco blocked Harry again as the dark haired boy tried to leave. Harry's eyes narrowed at this.
"Of course I like the situation. You're delectable, Potter."
Draco enjoyed baiting the Gryffindor. He wasn't sure when their taunts and insults and turned to innuendos (on his part, at least. Harry never seemed to respond to it, only flushing deeply.), only that it was sometime during the beginning of sixth year. Perhaps it was because they were teenaged boys- they were hormonal, after all. But Draco had been more than appraising of the Gryffindor Seeker, leering and shoving the other boy into corners and letting out unwanted comments. In any other case, it might have been termed as sexual harassment, but since he was a Malfoy… well, no one was going to speak up.
Least of all the Golden Boy. Couldn't have anyone know that he wasn't in perfect control, now could he?
"And you're being an arse. Grow up!"
"I will when you say you're mine." Draco nearly purred.
Harry growled, growing more impatient by the second. "Unlike you, I still have classes to go to. You know, those lectures you attend for hours to actually learn something?"
"Then you should really give yourself to me fast, shouldn't you?" Draco's lips quirked up in a none too innocent smile. "Don't worry- I'll be fast about it."
"You'd be hexed halfway to next week if I had anything to say about it," Harry muttered. He glared at the pale boy. "I'll curse you if you don't move." Truthfully, Harry was indeed annoyed enough to do that. He had a hectic day, and didn't want Malfoy destroying what little peace he might have for his mind.
Draco laughed, but refused to get out of the way. "You? Curse me?" He looked very much amused. "And what can you do? I doubt you'd have the guts to actually do it, and there's always the fact that you don't know anything dark magic…"
Harry glowered. "I don't need dark magic for the likes of you, Malfoy."
Draco leaned in close again, enjoying that flush that Harry still sported. "Go ahead." He whispered seductively. "Do your best."
Harry's eyes flashed. "I curse you to fall in love… the love that lasts forever, the kind that you can never get rid off. And you'll fall in love with the one person that you know will never love you back."
Draco waited a few more seconds before deciding that this was all Harry was going to say. "That's it?" He taunted. "That's the best you can do? That's not even a curse!" He leaned way back Harry's personal space. "Get this through your thick head, Potter… there's no such thing as love. There's lust, convenience, tolerance, and satisfaction. That's what makes up a relationship. That 'true love' shit that all you brave and noble Gryffindors go on about?" His tone was mocking, and he raised a hand to snap his fingers right in front of Harry's face. "It comes and goes like this!"
Harry flinched slightly at Draco's words, but didn't back down. "That's not true. Love is the most powerful emotion of-"
"I know you're innocent… but don't be that naïve. You honestly believe in that load of crap?"
"I love!"
Draco stared intently at those determined green eyes, and decidedly smirked once again. "Do you? How do you know? How can you tell? Maybe…" He leaned to say this in Harry's ear, blowing carefully to lift delicate strands of hair on the other boy's neck. "You love… me?"
Harry had had enough. This wasn't a bad day anything… this was a nightmare. He had hoped that Malfoy would stop with the taunting already, hoped that the other boy would one day grow mature. But as it were, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. "Bugger off, Malfoy."
"Such a weak response," the Slytherin continued to croon mockingly. "Is that a yes?"
"That is a no, Malfoy." Harry leaned away before pushing the other boy off him. "It's a never."
"Well, I think it's only fair to curse you since you've cursed me." Draco watched as Harry hurried away, a strange gleam in the Slytherin's pale eyes. "So you'll not be able to understand what love is at all. After all… there's no such thing as love."
Should I continue....? Should I not....?? *thinks hard*