Love Game
By SuperKawaii

It was the glorious day Harry had been waiting for since the moment his mother Lily Potter had popped him out of her swollen vagina. Heart palpitating and palms sweaty, Harry confidently crossed the threshold to the Slytherin table, swinging his hips to and fro in a tantalizing show of sex appeal.

Nose itching because his Harry senses were tingling, Draco Malfoy chose that moment to glance in the direction said boy was trekking towards. "HOT DAMN." He exclaimed, automatically popping a boner. A light dusting of pink blossomed across Draco's cheekbones as he daintily covered his inflamed man-meat, hoping no one had seen his little display.

However, what Draco didn't know was that Harry had Draco senses and knew that the other boy had popped a boner. This only served to fuel Harry's confidence. After what seemed like an hour of slowly strutting to the Slytherin table because it actually had been an hour, Harry arrived to his destination.

"WHUT?" Pansy was the first to speak, envy shining in her eyes at her competition. Glancing at Pansy like she was shit underneath his Prada designer boots, Harry flipped his hand at her and said in a slight lisp, "Listen, bitch. If you wanna go, I'll take you on RIGHT. NOW."

Heart and boner soaring at the manly display in front of him, Draco watched as Pansy deflated, obviously not tough enough to take on Harry fucking Potter.

Satisfied and leaning on his arms in front of Draco, Harry gazed deeply into his freakishly silver eyes, completely ignoring everyone else because he only had eyes for Draco. "Draco..." He whispered in the shell of Draco's ear tenderly. "Let's play a love game, play a love game."

Draco shivered at the seductive tone. He'd been secretly waiting for this day since the moment his mother had popped him out of her swollen vagina.

"Do you want love or you want fame?" Harry suddenly asked, needing to know the answer. Draco's answer was obvious; he nodded his head frantically to the former, causing a smile to grace Harry's chapped and peeling lips.

"Touch your lips against mine."

Draco didn't need to be told twice. Ignoring the scandalous cries erupting from all around, the two latched onto each other in a tight embrace, joining lips in the sacred mating ritual passed down through centuries of man kind.

Tears flowing down her face, Pansy openly wept. Feeling slight sympathy for the hideous girl, Blake patted her on the back, trying to reel in his disgust at touching her. "It's okay, Piggy. You should know by now that the hot ones are always gay."

Eyes wide and shining with moisture, Pansy stopped sobbing long enough to look up at Blake, desperate for more comforting words.

At this, he smiled wide, eyes crinkling.

"The game."