A/N: Yes, it's short, yes, it sucks, but I like it. And perhaps, if enough people read it, I might try another chapter.
Short H/D drabble
I own nothing in this story, except for my sick imagination. I don't own Harry Potter, nor Draco Malfoy, nothing at all. All of this belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Bloomsbury and other things that do own the Harry Potter books/movies/merchandise.
I saw you looking, Potter, sneakily, from the other side of the Great Hall. If you think I didn't see, you should have yourself checked! Not that I care much of course, cause, well, how can anybody not look? Because I'm great, and you know it Potter.
Everybody in here thinks they know us, that we hate each other. If only they knew. What would all those idiots think if they knew that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had more physical contact than just the occasional fight, if they knew we weren't each other's nemesis, but each other's lovers?
Surely all the girls would be disappointed, because I'm not available anymore, and, alright, you neither. Perhaps they would make cunning plans to get us for themselves, but that wouldn't work. Cause you're mine and Malfoys don't share.
A/N: Alright, let me know what you guys think of it. Despite the fact it's short and probably abundant with grammar mistakes, since English isn't my first language.