Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Draco or the Harry Potter universe.
Author's Note: Swearing and slash, as usual.
"Potter," Draco growled, his wand ready to blast some of the Boy Who Lived's teeth out, "if you even dare fucking move you will not live to see tomorrow!"
Harry smiled, leaning against the wall. "I didn't take it, Malfoy," he said easily.
"Bullshit!" He hadn't written in the diary for weeks, but that didn't mean it gave Potter license to just up and take the fucking thing when he'd left it on his desk in Potions! He knew it had to be Potter who'd taken it. Who else would? Draco winced slightly. Well, Pansy. But then why is Potter all smiley? And how would he know what I was talking about?
Harry sighed. "I'm telling you, Malfoy, I really didn't take it. Why should I care about your little Slytherin fantasies?"
"I could hex you," Draco hissed, "Just for that."
Harry's eyes darkened. Draco's eyes narrowed. What are you planning, Potter?
"You won't," said Harry, standing a bit straighter.
Draco laughed bitterly. "Ah, typical cocky Gryffindor son of a bitch. What makes you so sure?" He poked Harry's lip lightly with his wand.
Draco frowned. A slow grin was spreading across the Gryffindor's face. Okay, what…
Then Harry's tongue slithered out of his mouth to rest on the tip of Draco's wand.
"Potter, what the fuck are you—"
And then he'd started swirling it around and around, like some kind of sick merry-go-round, and the worst part of it was that Draco couldn't look away. He was captivated by the movements of Harry's tongue, letting him get spit all over his wand, and to his horror Draco discovered that he was being turned on by this. And, going by the decidedly salacious look in Harry Potter's eyes, that was the intention.
At last the tongue receded back into the doubtless warm and delicious cavern of Harry's mouth. "That's why," he said with a self-satisfied smirk.
It took a stunned minute for Draco to collect his thoughts and shoot back, "So, what, Potter, you bribing me? I'll get a blowjob if I don't hex you for taking my diary?"
Harry grinned at him, eyes flashing mischievously. "Quick on the uptake, Draco," he said, and Draco began to splutter, but Harry continued speedily, "But no. Number one, I didn't take your diary, and number two, I only give blowjobs under the right circumstances. Always gratis, might I add."
Draco bit his tongue. Fuck. Gratis—right circumstances—what does he—fuck. "I see." He was feeling hot, so hot, and while Harry had always fascinated him, it worried him slightly to know that he was the source of this burning ache in Draco's gut. I need a cold shower. Right now. But he had to ask one question.
"So does that mean you like—boys, Potter?"
Harry smiled. He leaned towards the wand as if he were going to lick it again, then laughed, seeing Draco's expression. "I would say. And," said Harry, suddenly pushing Draco's wand downward with a finger, bringing his face a little too close to Draco's, "by your reaction to my little stunt, I'd say you don't mind them, either. Be seeing you, Malfoy."
And he just walked away. And Draco let him, because he was confused as fuck and really, really aroused. He didn't even care about the diary; he'd just gone after it on principle, because it would give him a chance to threaten Harry Potter.
Right, he thought, cold shower—no, fucking freezing shower and then roll all over the stones in the Dungeons. And then figure out why Potter is coming on to me. And then find out why the bleeding, writhing, maggoty hell it worked.
Afterword: So… I don't know. This was inspired by a comic on DeviantArt basically depicting this scene. I put words to it and got this. I could just leave it as it is. Or should I continue? –shrug- tell me what you think in a review!