HANDCUFFED FOR GOOD:
"Potter…"
"Malfoy…"
"Idiot…"
"Prat…"
"Git…"
"Wanker…"
"Fuck you!" Harry Potter ripped out his wand, "Tangellela…" He shouted pointing it at Draco Malfoy, who squealed as he began to dance something between Rumba and Elvis' hip gyrating dance.
"STOP IT…" A voice thundered making Harry who was dizzy with laughter jump out of his wits. He turned to see Hermione walking towards them scowling darkly at them. "WHAT THE HELL DO U THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Harry gulped. Hermione looked furious; her face was red and her hair was crackling with electricity. "What do you think you're up to?" She asked and Harry flinched. He couldn't tell her the real reason why they were fighting.
Harry had defeated Voldemort and returned to Hogwarts. Everything, even Drac—eh? Malfoy had changed. But, sometimes his attitude was unbearable. Like today, Malfoy had been hitting on every boy/girl that passed him. Following his painful breakup with Ginny, Harry had long decided he was gay and couldn't believe he had the hots for the certain blond Slytherin who still behaved like and immature prat. Harry chuckled at this thought.
"Well?" Hermione voice pulled Harry out of his thoughts and he suddenly realized she was waiting for an answer.
"Uh… Well… We… Cant it wait?" He stumbled with his words.
"No…" Hermione was livid. "I want to know it now!" She thundered. "RIGHT NOW!"
Harry jumped a mile. "Uh…" He began stammering aware of the fact that Malfoy staring at him, his stormy grey eyes boring into him as if encouraging him to tell. Harry bit his lip and stared back. His eyes… Harry would have loved to spend his entire life staring into those… SHIT! He. Just. Did. Not. Think. That! Though the thought seemed appealing, Harry wasn't sure what would happen if he told that to Malfoy. Thank you very much. He preferred to love Malfoy from far than spend the rest of his remaining life in pieces.
MALFOY'S POV:
I'm staring at Harr—Potter. I've always wondered why he and that Weasel have been scared of that Granger; not that I've forgotten that punch in our third year, but still. She's looking even more scarier than I've seen her. And bloody hell, I'm still dancing.
"Granger!" I wail. "Will you please stop fussing over that Pothead friend of yours and help me?" Granger looks at me and her anger melts away; she bursts out laughing. I give her a hurt look. She sobers but takes another look and bursts into laughter again.
"HERMIONE GRANGER!" I wail. People have gathered around us now and are laughing at my plight. I notice Harr—Potter is the only one who's not laughing at me. Instead, he's staring at me with his piercing green eyes surveying me and I feel like I'm being X-rayed. I gulp. Okay, I admit I'm gay and truly, madly and deeply in love with 'Boy-Who-Lived' but I think he's oblivious to it as usual. And mmmm.. he looks kinda cute in those faded jeans and black t-shirt that is clinging to his broad chest and stretching at his even broader shoulders. His hair is messy as ever and the lightning shaped scar is standing out on his forehead. I wish I could trace it with my fingernail and watch him arch into my touch… Kiss those plump, pink lips that form a perfect pout, nibble at that slender neck.. What the fuck—? I. Just. Did. Not. Think. That! I suddenly realize that I've stopped dancing and heave a sigh of relief. I look up to see Potter still surveying me. I clear my throat and start walking away. "You pay for that, Potter." Not that I've got a plan or anything, but I will have one soon…