"Harry! For god sake, why do you keep getting yourself into trouble!" Obviously, this was Hermione yelling at me once again, for something I DID NOT DO!
I was in the middle of telling her and Ron about my rather odd encounter with Malfoy in Hogsmede a few days ago. But, as usual, she assumed I had gotten myself into trouble. Without Ron? Of course not!
"Hermione! I swear you never stop yelling at me for things I have not done!" I shot back without hesitation.
"I ha-" She had started her famous, 'I Have my reasons for yelling at you' speech, but since I have heard it so many times I tuned out and started thinking about Draco.
*3 Days earlier*
I walked into the Three Broomsticks to get the usual, Butterbeer, and-
"POTTER!" he shouts out of no where.
"Uh, yes?" he startled me, what else was I supposed to say.
"Follow me," I hesitate, "Well? What are you waiting for?" he sort of giggled, Malfoy? Giggling? Something must be terribly wrong.
He leads me to the men's lavatory, why? Once we are behind closed doors he says, "Well, I guess, now that we are here, I should tell you why I brought you here." He seemed nervous. A little to nervous than he should be. Seconds later he pushes me up against the wall, hard, I think he will hit me.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Hermione? I didn't remember her being here right now.
"Wh-What?" I stammered.
"I asked you if you wanted to continue your story!" she was furious.
"Uh, on second thought, I'm not feeling so hot, I'm going to go to the common room to rest." Was he only thing that came to mind.
"Bloody hell Harry, make up your damn mind!" Ron chuckled.
"Well, I hope you feel better Harry!" Hermione yells to me as I walk away, and elbows Ron to encourage him to say the same.
"Yeah, yeah. Feel better Harry!" Ron stammered.
As soon as I was away, my mind slipped back to Draco.
*3 days earlier*
He moves his hands slowly downward, but he wasn't going to hurt me. He was, pleasuring me. What? Draco is gay? But, he seemed so straight, so, not into me. But him doing this, is proving me wrong.
"Draco? Do you, do you like me?" I could barely get the words out, but as soon as I did, he replied. It was like he was waiting for the question.
Instead of words, he leaned in and passionately kissed me, as though saying yes.
As he progressed, I decided to 'participate' too. I reached around him to pull him closer, almost directly after I did so, a small moan escaped his lips exhaling into me. This was like ecstasy to both of us, intrigued us I guess you could say.
It got much more intimate, we got rough. He bit my neck, caressed my every body part, pulled me so close.
"Potter, take your clothes off." He said as though asking, but being affirmative about it.
"But Draco, what about-" I started to ask to but he didn't care, he only wanted me.
"Just come here." Draco was so prepared, so ready. He had a condom.
I pull off my pants, as does he.
"Harry? Harry? Are you alright?" it was Neville. He interrupted my thoughts.
"Yes Neville. I'm fine." I reply quietly not to seem agitated.