author: Darkflyer123
warnings: AU, malemalesex, slight foul language,
A/N: hey guys... this is my first ever harry potter fic... yay!!! this just kind of hit me while i was watching tv... and it wouldn't go away so i wrote it... i will probably update twice a week until im finished.... shouldn't be to long... 3 or 4 chapters...
Draco Malfoy knew what he liked. When he saw said things that he liked, he always got that certain thing. Weather it be a priceless object, a tasty treat, or a person, Draco always got what he wanted.
That's why, during his return to Hogwarts for his sixth year, he was utterly frustrated. The one thing, [person] he wanted, turned out to be impossible to get. This was the first time in his life that Draco felt completely disappointed.
As he searched for a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Draco thought about all the fun he was planning on having this year. After finding out his sexuality, his parents no longer expected him to marry Pansy Parkinson, and he planned to milk that for all it was worth. He had a lot of pent up sexual tension and he planned on releasing as much as possible this year.
Upon finding the last empty compartment, Draco stored his trunk in the over head compartment and sat down. He sat there wondering what exactly the new year was going to be like. Hearing laughing voices outside of him compartment Draco looked up and found his eyes locking upon none other that his school rival, Harry Potter.
And lock they did. It seemed that over the summer, Harry's taste in clothing had majorly improved. He was wearing tight black leather pants that hugged his bum and legs in all the right places, coupled with a long sleeved black button up silk shirt. Draco found himself unable to look away from the sight before him.
"Ahem. Um, all the other compartments are completely full. Absolutely no seats. Looks like we will just have to share with you." Potter said, clearing his throat uncomfortably.
"What ever. Just don't think that just because we're sharing a compartment that I'm going to be the least bit nice. Malfoy's don't do nice to the likes of you three." Draco replied, pressing himself into the far corner of the compartment.
Granger and Weasley took the two seats across from him, storing their trunks above them, leaving Potter the seat next to him. Just fucking great. As potter stretched to put his trunk up, his silk shirt slid up to reveal a toned stomach and a small trail of hair that disappeared into his leather pants.
"Like what you see, Malfoy?" Potter taunted when he caught Malfoy staring at his exposed stomach.
"Just admiring your new fashion sense. Looks like you finally put that money of yours to use and got someone to start picking out your clothes. Merlin knows you wouldn't be able to dress yourself like that." Draco sneered, hating the fact that he got caught.
"I'll have you know, Malfoy,"Potter sneered his name, "that I managed to dress myself like this on my own. At least I don't need daddy's tailors to dress me, unlike some blond slytherin I know."
"Ha, like any of Father's tailors has enough sense to complete this look. That's hilarious. Actually they just do the measuring. I'm the one who picks out my clothing." Draco retorted back, fuming.
"Oh, I'm sure. And I bet dear old Mommy has nothing to do with that, right?" Potter mocked in a baby voice.
"Just because I actually have parents doesn't mean that you get to bash on them Potter!" Draco snarled. The next thing he knew, he was laid out on the floor, his nose gushing blood. It took him a moment to realize that Potter had hit him.
"Don't go there Malfoy." Potter said in a deathly low tone, warning Draco what would happen if he made that mistake again.
"Harry, leave him alone. He's not worth getting in trouble over. And as a prefect, I shouldn't look this over, but seeing as he provoked you, I'm just going to leave and pretend like I didn't see anything. Right, Ronald?" Granger spoke up from her place on the bench.
"Uh, yeah." Weasley replied. It wasn't until that moment that Draco realized that both Granger and Weasley already had their school robes on and both had a prefect badge on their chest. This was going to be a shitty year.
"Thanks 'Mione. Do you have to go?" Potter asked, a pleading look on his face.
"I'm afraid so. We have a prefect meeting and then we have to do rounds and make sure nobody is getting into trouble. See you later." Granger said, exiting the compartment.
"Good luck, Mate." Weasley retreated out after Granger.
Potter sat on the other side of the compartment, in the opposite corner, completely ignoring Draco still lying on the floor. Draco dragged himself back into his seat and cast a healing charm on his nose. Hissing at the pain of the shifting cartilage, he cast another charm, cleaning the blood off his face.
Damn, he thought, Potter has one hell of a right hook.
"How does the Golden boy feel, not getting prefect when the lowly Weasel did? I bet it feels pretty shitty." Draco taunted from his part of the enclosed space.
"Actually, I'm glad I didn't get it. To much shit in my life as it is." Potter shot back. He got up and left the compartment, for what Draco thought, to get away from him.
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When Potter returned, it was to change into his robes. Draco once again enjoyed the sliver of tanned skin that was revealed when Potter reached for his trunk. And he was doubly rewarded when Potter bent over, turned away from him, to dig through his trunk to find his robes. His shirt rode up and his tight pants slightly slid down to reveal a small tattoo on Potter's lower backside, just above his ass crack.
Seeing the hint of ink only made Draco more curious to Potter's new look. What had happened that changed him so much.
"Never seen a tattoo on a guy before, Malfoy?" Potter asked, once again catching Draco staring at his exposed skin.
"Not in that particular place, no. That's usually where a guy has a tattoo. Or are you laking something in the guy department?" Draco sneered back.
"Nope. In fact, I'm well equipped in that particular area. Although I'm sure you've noticed with all the staring you've been doing." Potter retorted smoothly, and much to his embarrassment, Draco had to admit to himself that he had, in fact, noticed.
"Why would I want to stare at the likes of you, Potter? There are much better things for me to do all day."
"We shall see." Potter replied cryptically before slipping his robes in place, completely hiding the contours of his toned body and once again exiting the compartment.
The train jerked to a stop just as Draco buttoned the last button on his robes. He slipped out of the compartment, hoping to be one of the first ones off the train so he could possibly find Parkinson and Blaise and get a carriage to themselves.
Even though the dating and marriage thing had been put to a halt, Draco and Pansy were still very much best friends, along with Blaise.
By the time Draco spotted the other two, there were only a few carriages left.
"Hey Dray. How's it going?" Pansy asked, falling in step beside him, Blaise on the other side.
"How many time do I have to tell you not to call me Dray?" Draco said through clenched teeth.
"Bad day already?" Pansy asked, a hint of worry in her voice. "What happened?"
"I had to share a compartment with Granger, Weasley, and Potter. And even though none of them were in there a lot, Potter broke my fucking nose!" Draco complained, remembering the pain that Potter had caused him.
"It doesn't look broken to me." Blaise spoke up.
"That's because I healed it you idiot. Honestly sometimes I wonder how you ever made it into Slytherin." Draco restrained himself from groaning in frustration.
"Wow. First day of the new year and you've already gone and got yourself punched. Great job Draco." Pansy said sarcastically.
"Just shut up and let's get a damn carriage." Draco said, leading them to the last carriage available. Draco almost groaned when he saw emerald green eyes and a mop of messy black hair sitting alone in the carriage.
"What the hell, Malfoy? What, are you fucking following me now?" Potter practically shrieked from his seat.
"Hell fucking no!" Malfoy exclaimed. "I would never follow you in a million years. Unless of course I was doing it with the intent to kill you. Probably not even then no."
"Hey. I want no arguing and no more broken bones from either of you. I would like to sit here in the company of my boyfriend and best friend, since I haven't seen them in a while, in fucking silence. Now shut the hell up. Both of you!" Pansy exclaimed, climbing into the carriage and taking the seat opposite Potter, Blaise climbing in and sitting beside her. Leaving Draco, once again, having the sit by the boy- who- fucking- lived.
"Wow, Malfoy. Never thought I'd see the day where you were bossed around by a girl. I guess even the snarkiest of us all have someone a little snarkier than them." Potter chuckled from beside Malfoy.
"Yeah well at least..." Draco began, only to be interrupted my Pansy.
"Potter! Draco! Stuff it before I fucking stuff you!"
Both boys shut up instantly, neither doubting her ability, or willingness, to do so. The rest of the ride to the castle was silent.
The Opening Feast was crowded and noisy as always. Friends shouted to one another, neighbors told stories of their summers, and first years who barely knew anyone made attempts to get to know one another, as well as the older students of their separate houses.
"If I may have your attention, please." Dumbledore shouted from the front of the Great Hall. "This is a new year, bringing with it new students, new feelings toward one another, and new experiences for each and every one of you. I expect all of you to behave according to Hogwarts school rules and those who break the rules will be punished accordingly. Let us note, that the Forbidden Forrest is now off limits to all students, unless accompanied by a professor. Also I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Rudyhorn. I expect you all treat him with the up most respect. Now, let the feast begin." Dumbledore waved his hands and the usual beginning of the year feast appeared before them.
The feast was over shortly and everyone was heared off to their respective houses. As the new prefects led the Slytherins down to the dungeons, Pansy and Blaise were beginning to grose Draco out with all of their snogging and lovey dovey noises. So much so that when they arrived at the common rooms, Draco slinked off to his dorm and laid in his bed pondering what kind of tattoo Potter could possibly have on his lower back.
As he slowly drifted off to sleep, images of exotic tattoos danced through his head and filled his dreams through out the night.