"Hey sexy."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Bugger off, Malfoy."
Draco ran his slender finger along Harry's cheek. " You don't really mean that do you, my lion?."
Harry fought down the shudder that threatened to run down his spine. Praying that his vocal chords would obey him he growled, " Fuck off, Malfoy."
Draco chuckled. The light sound seemed out of place in the silence of the empty classroom. He continued stroking Harry's cheek, his pale finger contrasting sharply with Harry's Quidditch tanned skin.
"Very well." He withdrew his finger and Harry gritted his teeth to stifle the groan of disappointment.
Draco stopped, hand hovering just inches from the doorknob and turned back.
"If you want more, you know where to find me." Then with a wink he added, "My lion."
Making sure he was really alone, Harry slammed his fists into the wall. Meanwhile, leaning on the other side of the door Draco smirked as he heard the cries of frustration. With a very Malfoy smirk, he continued to make his way toward the Slytherin common room.
"Oh yea, I still got it."
