Hello! So I have decided to write another fan fic, this could be considered a sequel to all the people that have read my first story. Thank-you by the way! *hugs and kisses* this will be a multi chaptered story and I'll update once a week or so. Any who, onto the story!
Fingers dug into the smooth, cold surface of the sinks countertop. Sweaty palms gripped sharp and bony hips as it's own jerked forwards roughly. Heavy pants filled the air, bathroom mirrors already steamed up from their "activities". They had been doing this for quite some time now and it would've been smart to end this little thing they had going on. But it felt so good. No one could tell either of them otherwise, not that anyone could, seeing as no one besides them knew. As deep green eyes met gray, the blonde tensed and let out a heavy moan, slumping against the brunette as they both fell to the floor.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy should've known better than to keep the secret little meetings up. Especially Draco, what did he think was going to happen? Famous Potter was going to come out of the closet and declare him as his one true love? The idea was preposterous! To Potter, he must be a joke, taking pity and using Draco for his own needs, but that suited him just fine. After their bodies cooled down, they disentangled themselves from one another and climbed off the dirty floor. Draco hummed lowly to himself as he buttoned up his pants and ran a hand through his hair, glancing at Harry. The latter dressed him self quietly looking quite put out but said nothing. When the time came they simply parted ways without as much as a nod.
It did wonders to his pride when he would recall all the times he had made Potter beg, plead, whimper, you name it. Having that tan, sexy body underneath him quiver and shake, knowing that it was all because of him. He was the reason for the blush on those cheeks when their eyes met in the hallway or, when he stared hard enough, the brunette shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was cocky, egotistic and vain, he knew it too. Being with Potter only reinforced these aspects.
So when the Gryffindor came and decided to end things with him, it felt like a slap in the face. How dare he! "I have an image to uphold, nothing personal Malfoy." He's damn right it's personal! Did the past mean nothing to him? If he had really given a hoot about his image, he wouldn't have approached Draco in the first place! Damn him. Damn him for somehow stealing his heat, stomping it into the ground and returning it.
His grey eyes narrowed and darkened immensely as he watched the retreating back of his ex-lover, fists clenching and unclenching. He would make him rue the day he decided to mess with Draco Lucius Malfoy.
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-Call Meh Kitteh